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We fill ourselves with distraction
in order to prevent action
on that which we know is important.

This hobby
much like the rest
that proliferate this site
colored red
is actually an attempt
to spend away the pain
most will dare not fix.

Its all good
my friend
its just you and me
so you can admit it.

Buy.

Categorize.

Streamline.

Opine.

Stand in line
and do it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

When does this quest end?

Well
let me tell:

The instant you click
that retro gaming
is actually calling your attention
to a time
back when
that needs to be addressed
in the present moment.

This is why the thrill fades.

This is why you invest in chasing
that which will never, ever bring
that sense of completion you feel
is otherwise lacking.

Listen
don’t think I’m a hater
of chunky pixels and retro aesthetics.

Quite the opposite
but it was during another fools errand
I had a moment of clarity which said:

“You escaped into worlds virtual
back when
in order to transcend the madness
that otherwise would have drove you insane
for your developing brain was not equipped
to make sense of all of this yet“.

Your narrative may be different
or identical
but unless you glance within
and not after the next trinket
how will you be able to tell?

I developed a method
that helps to do just this
and it really is quite spiff
as it inspired me to pen
an ode to failed attempts
at healing the child within
via the use of modern retro tech
that you have just been reading.

Really stop and think about what I said
my friend
and tell me if it makes any sense
or have you too clicked
that the thrill of anticipation
and the rest rapidly dims
after your latest acquisition.

And then you do it again.

Is that the definition of madness?

Do you know what the best part is?

After healing and relinking
with me from back when
he’s more than satisfied with
the device I already possess
as his mind is doing backflips
at the immense progress
and selection as well
plus gaming is super fun again
as I’m not chasing a feeling:

I’m simply being instead.

Till we meet again

Allow me to illuminate the grim reality of life as it truly is inside the domes of 81% of the planet. This may, or may not, include you, my friend, so its worth paying attention to your bodily sensations, cognitive reactions and emotions during this interaction because if I said you had the head of a giraffe your response would be nil, yes? If, on the flip, you got super triggered and started finger pointing it could be said you’re protesting too much via a stretched neck that, previously, was munching eucalyptus… Remember, he who makes you mad is your Master and that makes up the other 11% of the equation who, in turn, get mucho vexed at I, one of the 8% that Know the Ledge and see through their shadowplay. The most amusing thing? I’m nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination and this all takes place inside your own personal wavelength so what comes next is an occult view of Platos Cave and its contents therein:

Lets pretend you’re sitting in a cinema in the not too distant. They use Feelie tech in which the old black screen and flickering illumination are things of the past. Instead, thanks to the chip in your head, they interface directly with the CNS so that the perfectly engineered images they present (which follow a tight script designed to elicit certain reactions) are interpreted by you as thee. There, like dreams, is a time compression aspect along with the illusion of free will for the scenes elicit specific bands of resonance that then force you into action and towards completion. That, in a nutshell, is Platos Cave and its actually an esoteric metaphor and map of higher reality, dig:

The meta posits that there is, first and foremost, a man. Without he there is no need for the rest of this. He was, at one point, not stuck within this contraption, external, which limits his movement and forces his vision to take in certain signals which are cast by a flame behind him. In front of this we have a clique that see a clearer pic who parade images that create shadows on the wall. This is the cinema tech but something way more powerful and primal. Now, just how every single detail in a movie scene has lots of thought and detail that goes in ranging from product placement and color gradients there is plenty of effort that goes into creating and maintaining this false state of resonance for the denizens of said plantation. I use that term well as, for those ignorant of the shadow aspect (aka the multiverse of madness) whatever they beam seems realer than real. Its like being born with a VR headset on your dish that uses not wires but a series of sharp metal barbs to interface directly with your brainstem. If I were to pull at it, ever so gentle, your CNS would scream as a means to self protect against further suffering as the original imprint is long repressed but is still present, nonetheless. How many would comprehend that the fact I can elicit this type of reaction with mere words it hints that there are actually three parts of the Game they weren’t even aware they were playing?

This is where the 8% come in.

See, the upside of any trick is the thrill of conquest once you Know the Ledge and discover the shadows depth as you grin and recollect your Higher Self created all of this as a wheeze, a jest, a huge cosmic riff which is akin to playing Hide and Seek with your divine aspect made flesh. The VR headset, in Platos sketch, is the contraption which, to thee, is akin to a couple of decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” along with the habitual tensions you inherited from both sides of your lineage. These show up as somatic Patterns of impingement in your flesh that are then mirrored in the intellect to create certain responses to the shadowplay mentioned. He who shines a light on this either flips his lid or gains illumination as he clambers out of the Cave after encountering and besting all the traps they done set as they really, really, really do not want one to leave as it breaks the immersion of this false reality they try so hard to sell to the rest. Imagine it like this, my friend:

The whole world uses real gold as money. Problem is, its big, heavy and hard to trade for smaller things. Some genius says:

“Hey buddy, you can trust me. Give that lump of metal within which we place faith, implicit, and instead take this slip. It says you own X and will pay on demand the sum of whatever as promised. Look, there is even a pretty picture of my countenance on the paper as well. Ain’t that swell?”.

You are hesitant because you are seemingly giving away something real for a far more nebulous concept and thus, being of sound mind and health, keep hold of your wealth. The Merchant of Venice extends his embrace like a phoenix and wishes you well. It just so happens that as you leave his premises you almost have an encounter with a group of ruffians. He comes swooping in to your rescue and your thanks are profuse as his bonafides have now been established as he takes this moment of emotional intensity to pimp your mind most delicately. He outlines how you know he and he reciprocates with thee:

“For if this slip was in your grip they would have been perplexed as gold is the coin of the realm and thus your investment was, is and will be, safe with me. Luckily for you I was watching you recede and thinking, fondly, of our special meeting which lead to saving you from those thieves”.

All told you are sold and thus buy in as you dip and smile with your need slip and the security of faith it brings as it sits on your hip. In turn you extol the virtues of this man and his seemingly endless stream of cousins across the realm for ye can now take this bit which, in turn, refs a larger chunk of gold, solid, and spend as you wish without needing to chip away and weigh with scales.

They say absolute power corrupts the same range and, after a bit, the Merchant is feeling himself as he holds loads of gold in his grip and thus starts issuing loans. “At interest” he says, as part of his sales pitch as he outlines the sketch of another of these perspective fixing contraptions Plato mentioned as different shadows flit across the wall of the Cave inside your head that is lit by the power of imagination and its fires, currently stoking. He weaves his tale and castles are built inside your dome but, get this, he then charges you rent to live within! Woe betide anyone who attempts to surf onto the beach of your awareness with a:

“Dude, he’s built a trick on top of an illusion that he’s been spinning for gen, since back when, as he sells more slips as scrip without a thing to back them beyond your investment in his magical grift”.

Remember those ruffians? They were his cousins in fancy dress. The whole charade was just another scam built on the same Pattern. Same with the VR headset which is the same old dreamselling but now using another medium. So, in the Feelie tech version, you are sitting in a dark cavern seeing visions of illumination andthe flame of imagination is powering using certain symbols presented in a specific order to generate an emotional response in much the same way the black mirror in your grip can elicit fear, disgust or laughter via the visions it induces using red, green and blue pixels. This is an occult view of Platos Cave and you as it actually refers to the finer and gross points of mind control plus the power of influence. if you know this and you’re part of the 11% but if, on the flip, you Know it you’re capable of awakening the Warrior within and gaining the true liberation (without obligation) of feeling the Sun on your face as you clamber from below the Earths surface where all this deception takes place, shake your head at how slick this model is and then you have two choices:

Go on your way and enjoy the air, so fresh, along with the rest of natures bounties as you spend the real gold, once again or risk perishing in the peril of the reverse access traps set that you’d previously transcended to try and tip the brainstem interfaced trauma imprint pimping shadowplay as well as the irate tenders of the flame of false illumination hence why Cypher said he wanted to be someone special. Like an actor… Who, exactly, are you trying to keep up with, my friend? Have you been noting your emotional responses and activation from the elucidation of this ancient legend with its practical applications? There are so many layers to the trick but it is, at its essence, remarkably simple and consistent:

We have a person, they have an imagination which is the true source of illumination which, currently, shines high above this realm with its nourishing presence that make life possible. Then we have the Cave. In the midst of such darkness the glow of a fire, well tended, is accepted as being a huge comfort but if flames could speak it may say:

“Thou shalt have no other gods but mere for I’m known for my jealously and may just smack a high note out of your rear end if you dare disrespect my presence for I am the best, yes?”.

Stuck inside a contraption made of a rigid structure that encases your flesh like clear perspex around a watermelon in development your shape now takes a boxy, cubic form as another brick in the wall. It feels strange but is also comforting as everyone else is doing it but the best part of the trick is each one of these potential Suns of radiance is now being tricked by a single, false, sense of illumination. Better yet, whilst the symbols remain constant the definitions can be pimped by whatever the voice in their head says so you can, for example, convince a Muslim to kill a Jew whilst neither stops to think:

“Wait a minute, he worships Allah via the Kaaba which is identical in shape to the Trefilin that I, a practicing tsaddik, wear on my head as I delve into the mysteries of the Kabbalah”.

I mean, its not at all hidden, is it? More like an open secret that can only be seen by those who pry the VR headset off their dish as then they’ll click the pains and sores of the flesh are due to this contraption which may or may not link with the death of English spells that have you invested in a “weak daze” as you, voluntarily, place an inverted noose around your neck as part of the business of living within which you engage for all the slips that are fit to print and, get this, they say “I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of…” what, exactly? A pound of flesh. Nothing more or less. Run all of this back again and pick up a pen to create notes to Self of each and every point where I’m totally incorrect, raving, loony and off the plantation as I drive Miss Daisy then recollect, back when, the ones who tended their own faux flames of filial fabianism to extract profit coined the phrase “drapetomania” to label those pesky runaway slaves as the problem for daring to reject the shadow programming that was so effective for the rest when it came to investing actual blood and sweat in the picking of metaphorical cotton and its constant reinforcement via whipping and, soon, chipping, to see via the forced perspective and tale woven, therein.

That, to me, is the sketch of Platos Cave and its occult interpretation. Once you’ve seen its symbols and script you can spot its echoes, reflected, on many levels in this coherently collapsed construction of consciousness ergo you’re encouraged to reality test and prove me incorrect. This is no staid academic text with footnotes and references but something I’ve lived ergo its akin to busting loose from the contraption, dodging the axe that swings at ones head via the traps, pre-set, then taking off on a perilous quest to bypass the ruffians and their archonic ilk who look up, for a moment, from all the loosh they’re extracting via the performance selling to the rest who are blissfully ignorant they’ve never, ever seen or even felt the true luminary and its resonance on their pasty white skin and, worse still, if one ripped the aftermarket attachment from their dish they’d yell you were the one causing such pain and suffering as they rushed to defend the Cave, those who built, and the ones who pimp their best in exchange for the worthless via the comfort of illusion as the voice in their head says:

“Tear him to shreds. Death to the infidel!”.

And they, unthinking, do such a thing before settling right back into the wall of ignorance that was built to the specs of the architect who came up with the whole grift, back when, and the trick is so old and effective that one could say, correct, the Empire never ends, just dons new skin. Like the interaction between the mind control fungi Cordyceps and the ant whose CNS it jacks in order to reproduce itself at their expense. Lets say one of these formicidae species was, somehow, formidably resistant to this process and looked at his friends, Romans and countrymen then said:

“Know ye not ye are gods who accept the concept of being mere ants which are then further pimped by a predator of consciousness that is secondary in comparison to the Prime who pre-exists and manifests, at this present moment, as the true source of your illumination for thou are not the candle made of flesh that drips and melts from one life to the next but something far more subtle and ineffable which, paradoxically, makes everything happen whilst remaining invisible to all but those who Know the Ledge”.

To them, he may as well be speaking Aramaic as they, in their heads, hear:

“What in the F is this sandal wearing beatnik bleating? You want to climb this fine foliage then clamp down with those teeth using a load of strength and let nature do its thing”.

At which point the spores rip, digest the old flesh they used as a proxy vehicle and the whole thing begins again. During all of this the one Centered in Self with the gnosis of Inner Sense present feels the Sun illuminate his presence as he looks at the shadowplay of the Cave and the Adulterated therein. In this respect, my friend, what would thee do to impress the gravity of the situation for the denizens as the contraption made of carbon promises to change elements with a shift to silicon in which people will be freed from the binds of being square watermelons only to be pureed instead and blended into another arrangement using a hex much like the one which spins on the poles of Saturn hence the “Star of Remphan” bit is present and correct which begs the question exactly how societies, ancient, Knew of this dataset and extrapolated a whole load more about the planets and their orbits plus gnosis encoded therein before Rome fell and the British Empire rose instead which, in turn, (via way of Boston) became the US then that may or may not have paperclipped Hitler and his clique to drop bombs over Baghdad that houses old artifacts plus curious myths and legends that vanished after the occupation for the first place the Army hit was the museum which is most telling, yes? Nowhere near as much as what Saddam actually said but, oddly, is not translated by any official portal in the West nor have they released his statements either. Some of this is interlinked to the Cave. Others are just random references that hint at a larger coherence which suggests this web doth spin way before Gemistos Plethon happened to “find” such ancient hoary texts that went on to become the foundations of the West in a time when saying such things did spring from his own imagination would have caused quite a stir…

I’m sure, by now, you can see the lines, read between them then comprehend the ink, invisible, that etches another message upon the tightly stretched canvas that life doth fling its inks of emotions, directional, to ensure the OG Feelie tech generates yet another square watermelon set adrift (but firmly plugged in) to the Forest of Illusion, yes? Tell me, my friend, did anything start to flicker within via this transmission of gnosis using the black mirror in your grip which is the basis of three major religions engaged in seemingly perpetual conflict or am I just ranting and raving in ways quite poetic that have no underpinning basis in reality or thoughts worth considering? I’ll let you tell it.

81/11/8.

Get in where you fit in.

If a river contains a maze made of glass for you to run in we would reward best those who progress without head bumping, yes? But what of those odd fish that won’t relent as they recollect a time not of this spin in which their movements were more free and spontaneous as against the grain they do swim in their quest for emancipation. In many ways that is the true state of the limitation Game which offers yet another hint into why the so called schizophrenic is actually correct but only the mystic transcends as the rewrites the OS inside his head thanks to escaping the Cave, mentioned.

Till we meet again

You there, yes you, would it sound arrogant to say that I know you better than you Know thy Self? If it did then this isn’t the text you’re looking for. Why? Because your ego is in charge, my friend. That is Devil, if you will, or (as I prefer) the Opponent. See, this whole realm is one big swizz in which every single thing is backwards, inverted, flipped and edited to hell with one singular intent:

To make you forget your true purpose of wearing flesh:

Everyone came to change the world for the better.

No ifs, and or buts about it. Its why they pimp genetic trauma inheritance, tell you who to keep up with and, most of all, have legally mandated two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming. Add in loads of media tricks and how these pimps of consciousness know your true script and you’ll see exactly why they force your mind to look every place but within. That is where the truth dwells and for each of us it is quite different in terms of manifestation but the intent is identical:

Everyone came to change the world for the better.

That last spell offers a huge hint about the entire casino operation where they pay out with false chips and the really real are buried in the desert for daring to question the narrative. Many people are totally ignorant of all of this and that is because they stick to the script and never pause to reflect why it so obvious there is an evil intent at the helm that prides on suffering and rewards those who go along with its whims. If you are not actively resisting you are accepting what they sell. This is why the world feels like a living hell to those who yearn from the Prime connection. Listen, what you are is perfect. Always has been and will be. The flesh you’re wearing is akin to an outfit for this spin and its needed to dumb down your immense resonance then flip the script and have you believe the universe is immense and you are tiny, insignificant. The truth, my friend, is that all of this (my Self included) takes place inside your awareness. How is that for a head trip? This is why you can tell when someone is staring or how ten men can meet one and draw radically different interpretations that are in no way, shape or form coherent. Ponder this for a bit and see where you get as it becomes Self evident that there is no “Universal Ten” that everyone finds attractive.

Lucifer works best through the eyes as they are easiest to trick. Hence the plastic surgery rear end, keep up with trend. Spin it back to the Eighties and women were made self conscious about this and hated having a large derriere. Now, its the flip. “Never let them find the point in the mid that is still, silent and the true cause of everything” said this evil coven that wrestled control of this realm, back when, and simply do not wish to relent as they make out like time bandits. “Star of Remphan”, recollect? By their signs ye shall know them but what if the masses are tone deaf and symbolically illiterate? Doesn’t it glow your mind as you stop and think how I can beam concepts into your head via the glyphs to which you attach energetics to recreate the intent via your own lens? Not for nothing do all magick tricks use “spells” and “rites”. Remind me again what they did, back when, at your nearest camp of concentration in regards to this and whilst you’re pondering think on how many lefties are in positions of power in the realm. Doesn’t that seem a bit weird? What do they see that you don’t? Well, there is a simple way to find out:

Use what I said in this vid to speak to the child within and see if what I said is incorrect or accurate. That is all I’m asking. Not to believe me or follow etc etc but discover your true strength then actualize it. They are legion for many is them in the flesh but they share one intent and thus it takes a nation of billions to hold back your Inner Sense. To achieve this end they used the most cunning trick:

They gave you their mind.

It is filled with dread at the thought of being discovered, needs to invest in an “Us vs Them” narrative and keeps you up at Two AM as it extracts the juice of negative energetics to ensure those without the Prime connection are well fed. That is a huge topic but can easily be reality tested with one simple question:

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

Next time you’re stressing, stop feeding this predator of consciousness and, instead, note your posture and breath. Then change it. If you could see beyond this realm to the subtle aspect where these pimps dwell you’d find all types of beams and links, etheric, which is how they do what they did. I use that in past tense as I’m beyond it and thus Centered in Self. Getting there was quite difficult but, in a twist most ironic, it is they who showed me the way as each time I’d break their grip they’d unleash another spell until I comprehend that its merely a suggest. Without the emotional heft I’d add on it had as much substance as a fart in the wind. And, even then, the straight up BS they sell and tell across this realm can be used to fertilize the rose of higher consciousness that is the emblem of your Spirit. The thorns are those of Gnosis which keep ignorance at a distance so your Prime connection is protected and thus one can freely get on with their mission in this realm. I’m living proof of this. You can be as well, my friend, if you’re still reading this text as I’ve packed my corner of the web with practical metaphysics, exercises to raise awareness and alternative viewpoints that make you think. Believe nil. Not a thing. Reality test with a mind to prove me incorrect because that reveals what is real and genuine. Accept nothing less. Ever for you are in but certainly not of this realm…

If they can keep you tricked, flipped and disconnected they win the ultimate win:

A living hostage, held in place by ignorance and they can yell:

“Hey, it ain’t me. He’s doing it to himself!” as they grin. And are villains. You will find them, frequent, in positions of power, religious establishments and selling images of being the best. They aren’t. They can’t leave and thus, without thee, it would be very lonely as, left to their own devices, they’d consume each other super quick hence why evil feeds on the spark of light within with the intent of tainting its perspect so you buy into their regularly scheduled programming. Stop watching the news. I told you this, back when, and now more than ever its most important. Dial back the net as well before it terraforms in your internal realm. Realizing the occult link between dream images and and AI generation is a great starter for ten plus you can choose to ponder why old school Magic Eye pics have so much in common with this process as well.

If you are a Soul of pure light you will, most often, be born into a family of the vampiric ilk. They will attack your Self confidence from the moment you step in. Why? They’re Agents of the Matrix. Some are unwitting, others are card carrying. Weirdly, this is often the hint that spurs a spiritual awakening as you realize the only difference between imperfect and “I’m perfect” is a little space between aka the Psylense. Can you hear it, my friend? Its quite wonderful as its downloads, intuitive, are like course corrections to a faultily programmed GPS. I mean, remember when people followed them and drove off a cliff? What does that say about humanity and how easily its tricked to give its power away to something else. Two decades, recollect? You need to lose your mind, programmed, to come to your senses as they only ever exist in the present moment. Dare ye unwrap the gift? A great way to start is just by sitting, quietly, and observing. Cultivate the state I’ve termed the Witness and he next step is getting how its identical when asleep in bed, dreaming, or wandering around this realm. That offers a huge hint into the primacy of consciousness and how they weave the spell of this illusion called “being human”. You are no such thing, my friend. “Know ye not ye are gods?” is as true now as it was then but how few awaken? The irony being that if you truly comprehend all religious texts and myths they all say the same thing:

That you are trapped in some place that isn’t what it says and it takes something called Gnosis to ascend.

Back when, in times, golden, people Knew this. Its why the Egyptians built those bricks that encode massive amounts of wisdom then dipped before things got thick in this age of iron instead. I mean, if your practice has not upped your res and caused you to, fundamentally, think different then its little more than spiritual masturbation. A lot of people use this bypass then front online as they sell an image. The Hells Angel, herself, was a great example of this because she had Ms on deck but wouldn’t give the dying an Aspirin. And yet, she is held up as an example. Make that make sense and tell me if things being backwards and inverted doesn’t start to make a load more sense.

Your Opponent has a thirst he cannot quench as the belly of the beast is never filled. This is why the 1% own everything and are still miserable. The world, it seems, is not enough. Know why? They lack the Prime connection that you possess and their aim is to keep you uncentered so they can claim it instead then trick you at death by showing the life you should have lived before they do it all again! Ah, its slick. My thanks to them for teaching me their methods because the tricks are as old as they are effective. Until you spot what kicks then you wonder how you missed it. Like who keeps sending the prophets another side kills dead? That should be a hint that we’re not in Kansas, my friend. Sprinkle in why you walk on a “sole” and how your foot “heals” and you may start to Know the Ledge as its all literally backwards and we’re a race of giants trained to kneel at the feet of midgets and emulate what they said.

Everyone came to change the world for the better.

If not now, then when?

Till we meet again

Now, more than any other time since the script kicked, we are seeing more and more fakes trying to claim dominance over realness. Nowhere is this more Self evident (or, paradoxically) invisible than with the so called “spiritual”. Yeah, I’m talking to you, dude. You know who that thinks a few psychedelic trips equals enlightenment or the chap that meditated something vicious and now believes he’s a Bodhisattva incarnate as he wears all the threads and repeats what another said but hasn’t, crucially, seen with his own lens. Lets not forget the yoga thots that thirst trap on the web with legs spread to get attent and all the rest of the mess. Cue:

“Who died and made you god?“.

“Why so judgment, dude?”.

“F you, fool. You don’t have a clue!”.

And so on. To them all, one reply:

Instead of rushing to defend, question why you feel offense.

Like I said in this article about a dude with a giraffes head, the dog of ignorance that got hit would not be hollering via your lips if what was expressed isn’t correct. In the end I’m trying to give you a hint of how slick the (false) self is because once you’ve seen it you’ll never be fooled again. As long as you maintain constant vigilance as its the habit of a lifetime that fits like a second skin. People rush to defend their ignorance whilst shoring up the bondage that keeps them within the grip of what they detest but they’ll decode liberation as a threat then yell “Death to the infidel!” which makes the rivers of blood flow red. Just as the Archons intended…

Listen, all of this serves a purpose so, yes, drugs can help one who is rigid loosen the grip of conditioning but should never become a means to the ends as you’ve don’t developed any strength or Knowledge of Self. Think of it like this:

Imagine there is a machine that sells unconditional self acceptance for five bucks a hit. You step in, feeling a mess, flip the switch and leave with a grin and brimming with confidence. What happens when the device breaks? Will you get the shakes? Feel some dread? Put a rope around your neck and call it quits as what you suppressed via this tech came roaring for attention? See what I mean? Now, imagine you stepped within, back when, then went home to think:

“Hmm, my biophysical markers have all shifted. I can feel an immense difference in terms of resonance and embodiment as my breath is at ease, that twinge from my neck has been released and my awareness seems to have dipped from the left hemisphere of my head and now dwells more in my chest”.

Congrats, you’ve just penciled a sketch that will assist in Knowing the Ledge because when the chemical bliss fades and you’re back in the shade you can extended your respiration a little bit and attempt to retrace the steps you gained from the hit. Along the way you will find some obstacles. Like the memory, preverbal, or being taken off the tit before you’d had your fill or the time your prize artwork went in the bin after a load of lip service etc etc. Deal with this mess. This is how you gain true enlightenment, my friend. Then you won’t need the machine. Let the fools get their fill as they’re set adrift on chemical bliss and miss me with that:

“Dude, its natural. God put them here for us to use so just chill”.

As its the same reaction as baby, sans pacification. Once you comprehend we’re inside a fractal that is predicated upon your consciousness collapsing and folding in then behind edited, projected and misrepresented via the flesh you are wearing things become Self evident as you get how and why these things do what they did. I mean, see what I said about drugs easing your breath? Go and reality test it. Note the habitual Patterns of tension I’ve termed the Pane Body and how it melts (for a bit) after you’ve taken your hit but then comes right back again when the afterglow dims. It is akin to being a man with a miniature endowment who straps on a strap on, hallucinogenic, that is temporarily attuned to his flesh so he can finally give it the big un and have the girls all quivering. He forms an elevated version of the (false) self that constantly needs reinforcement hence the day tripper effect as he attempts to deny the reality that is. For the inversion of this check out this thread about the island filled with lesbians and it may offer an immense hint why we formed via deuterostome resonance. Consider that next time you call someone an asshole as you disagree with them or state they’re full of it. There is a darker aspect to all of this I’ll allow you to ponder for yourself when it comes to the favorites pass time of the rich and powerful…

The world is a dark place, my friend, and this is due to the mass acceptance of ignorance as wisdom with sticky plaster quick fix that doesn’t change a thing. I mean, why do you think modern medicine ignores the root cause to treat the symptoms whilst bringing a load of side effects as well? Its a hint about how imbalanced the realm is. A dude once went for a chiropractic correction (which is a total swizz, BTW) and suddenly realized that what he thought was standing straight was actually holding an angle. Imagine this. He had went through his life convinced it was one way but, in reality, it was something else. Over the course of a month or so the habitual Patterns crept back in as this quick fix ignores the Pane Body and underlying tension that caused said manifestation. Then we had a conversation:

“Seeing as you lean, unconsciously, to the front left I’d hazard a guess to say your time in development was either stressed or you didn’t get on well with your maternal aspect”.

His jaw hit the floor as he said:

“Yes. How did you guess so correct? From the first trimester till the early C Section it was ass over tit but my relationship with my mother is perfect”.

He sketched a timeline, spoke to the child within, then came in waving a notebook filled with angry red ink:

“Look. Look at this! How does he know what I don’t recollect. I refuse to believe it. You’re a charlatan. This is some kind of trick. My relationship with my mother was and is perfect”.

His subconscious said different as it listed events in which he never felt wanted, was second guessed, passed over or manipulated. All of this was missing from his timeline sketch which linked ten years, developing, into an edited reel of around five events. When pointed out he didn’t think anything was amiss so I suggested he ask the child within when he felt the opposite of what he recollected. Then the ink spilled. See, this is the secret cause of back pain and most of the aging myth because the more you suppress the less light can manifest which means you’ll cling to your coping mech instead. I never saw said chap again. It happens hence why I’ve said only 8% of the realm are truly capable of Knowing the Ledge. The rest would rather flit on counterfeit wings that, soon enough, will be replaced by silicon equivalents as there are plenty of robots for sexing as the loneliness veil is lifting. But at what cost? That is the question, my friend. Why did they design the realm like this? Simple, no one would accept fakes if they were really real themselves so instead of rushing to defend, question why you feel offense because, in a few, they’ll label this train of thought something phobic and eradicate from the map of common knowledge as anyone who states different from the Current Thing will be worse than Hitler himself as they rush to the defense of a force they don’t comprehend but pimps them to death then back to life again… With a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in so you remember to forget that one essential thing:

Gnosis.

In case you haven’t guessed, I have a dim view of the forces at the helm of this stage of the simulation but, then again, its all designed like this ergo things are in perfect balance because the more aware the people get the easier it is to transcend hence the whole materialist mindset that was hammered into heads via two decades of legally mandated “Sit still, look ahead” that was followed with the “Keep up” trend and the rest you know so well. Its a multidimensional attack on your innate wisdom. Thats the only way they can convince a god in the flesh they’re “only human”. Anyone who takes a trip will attest that there is a point of much mirth and merriment where they giggle without end and yell “I get it! I get it!”. How many of these psychonauts can grasp that resonance in a way that is lived once the afterglow dims? For most it is akin to a dream that once felt vivid and now is gone with the wind so they light up another rip/hit/whatever they wish and chase the feeling. Anything you run after is a tacit admission you don’t possess it, my friend. I know, full well, that this entire realm exists within my consciousness (you included) and, without me, none of this could kick as I have gained the gnosis which says:

“Mind is all there is. The youniverse is mental, my friend“.

Note, this isn’t cutting and pasting anothers quotables as that is quite wack as well because that may be their mind, full tilt, as it slaps against the ceiling of enlightenment but you should set your own mark and enforce it. You’ll note religion is the opposite of this with its whole cult of personality thing but that is another topic as there was the exoteric for the plebs and eso for the initiates. For some reason the swathes of ordinary people seem to really detest that turn of lex. Pleb, that is. I find the shape of its sound most interesting as it seems to drip from your lip then land ass over tit, inverted, before sliding along the path of least resistance. Quite apt, yes? Anyway, who am I to tell you a thing? Nothing more or less than a figment of your imagination, my friend. Call it crazy wisdom, if you wish, or yell that I’m an infidel. It makes no difference, in the end, because I see each of you as ways of eradicating my ignorance because if something external is capable of triggering then that offers a hint about events from back when that need to be processed within.

Drugs and excessive meditation bypass all of this as you’re just sliding your bills into the machine that gives you a hit before calling you back in. How many apply the things they learned when sober or off the mat and in this realm? Thats why I pushed the pen, my friend, as I noted that this shift in masks was nigh on invisible for most caught up in the mix and thus my intent, as always, was to assist your liberation from the clutches of ignorance that stick like an old habit aka the predator of consciousness. Gain gnosis, disregard everything else.

Slave/Masters hate him due to this one weird trick!

Till we meet again