Take a pad and pen then jot down your top three concerns at the moment. Then do the same for a year ago and one before that. Soon you’ll notice a Pattern:
Its all irrelevant.
What you’re seeing, in full effect, is a projected vent designed with the intent of making you Thunk your stress source is external when, in reality, it springs from within. See, thats a great trick because it also works with the second draft pick of a perspective shift that ensures you remember to forget you’re the Prime mover and shaker that makes this place what it is. Lets rewind a bit:
What happened? You tell me, my friend. Better yet, when did you stop asking questions? Thats when they pulled this world of make pretend over your third eye and said “Its time to put away childish things”. And yet, if one enters the halls of adepts and such things each and every one will tell that imagination is the most potent force in this realm hence why its suppressed, without relent, by the concentration camp wing of the System. Let me let you into a little open secret:
Do you know why its Nine to Five, my friend?
Cos Eight to Six may just kill a bish!
I told you in this thread how the Slave spell of “Weakened” for the Two rays they get off to go shopping is part of the trick and how a simple shift in lex to the “Strength” instead pays immense dividends, yes? Well, lets step back to Nineteen Twenty Six:
The world was different.
For one thing it was all in black and white as color hadn’t been invented yet. Only joking!
But, on the serious tip, if you’re an Eighties jit you’ll recollect that peoples homes and whips were all types of shades and hues back when whereas now we see black, white and grey dominating. Link this with how many superhero movies and sequels there are along with retreads then cross ref with the bright hues of nursery that lure you in and they gradually remove them as you progress in your quest to become the best square watermelon… Before we get ahead lets step back to the offices of on Henry of House Ford:
Having just dove into his Scrooge McDuck moneypit he stops to think:
“I need more of this. I’ve revolutionized the Game by making people into machines to build the same thing but that One measly day off they get isn’t enough. How can I drain even more life force from them?” he said to himself as he did the backstroke against an ocean of Krugerrand’s. Then it hit him:
“Thats it! I’ll give them Saturday off”. Cue an evil grin and the “Muwhahahaha!” sound effect.
Industry heads thought the OG C Montgomery B had flipped his lid when he sent his folks home with a full wage and one day less. The people themselves couldn’t quite believe it either as they were used to clocking in from Monday to Saturday and then doing it all again. What Henry had clicked and the others missed is that there is no point having an efficient build if everyone is too tired to spend and how what the eyes take in the heart covets ergo they’ll work twice as hard to get it. Now, technically, he didn’t invent the weekend but did standardize it as when the rest saw what kicked they were with it as it was a way to generate way more profit than merely working their Slaves to death. Now people had time to stop and think:
“Why am I dressed like this when I could look glamorous? I work hard, I deserve it!”.
You were born to create and they flipped that into consuming instead.
Twelve words that can break the spell, if you wish. Most won’t though as they’re rather enamored with running the treadmill. So much so that they’ll do the same after death and come back for another spin with a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in. Did you know that Freuds nephew was instrumental in the creation of marketing and all it brings hence why people working for supermarkets (that killed communities as well your health) have a team of neuroscientists on deck that know way more than any medical specialist about what makes you tick? At the same time, as luck would have it, a brave Soul that saw the Game for what it is and wrote about it was being chased from end to end of this planet as he dared to suggest that tight muscles and pains in the neck are the true cause of fascism as its all about fascia, in the end. The astute reader will click that this bundle of sticks with a weapon within are tightly bound as a symbol of political power and, wouldn’t you know it, thats exactly why PKD said the Empire never ended… Jung saw it for what it is but diluted his product for mass consumption after seeing what happened to his colleague but its Freud who built an empire of pointless pontification for profit aka talk therapy that still makes the tills ring and offers absolutely zilch in terms of healing.
And to think, it all started when Henry Ford invented the weekend.
That tells you that one man can make a difference and how thoughts, concepts and ideas are bulletproof but it all depends on who is choosing and backing what kicks because Reich and his concepts were ex’d from the record and yet they are extremely valid as a solution to this institutionalized madness. Remember, this is an immense PsyOp directed by a few who get to live how they wish and the rest pick up the bill. Get free or thrive trying is the Warriors mindset – accept nothing less! Also, recollect what I said next time you’re following who they told you to keep up with as all that beams via your screen is controlled by less than a handful that sling all types of signs and symbols in to assail your subconscious as thats the Ninety percent beneath the neck that is pimped by the voice in head effect that most believe is them. I mean, how can you be when you’re obviously that which listens, my friend? Bringing it back on thread, you may wish to question why this scene that sketches the deal, perfect, was edited from the reruns:
Twelve monkeys sit at the high table and control the Game and those who play but the Warrior declares war on this process in a quest for emancipation because nobody is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them hence the Prussian model was used to create your nearest camp of concentration where your attendance is legally mandated so they can turn you into a square watermelon, par excellence, and live out Henrys dreams whilst keeping the scheme invisible because “Everybody is doing it! Why do you always have to be so difficult?“. Why? Because as far back as I can remember I’ve been on quest to find the truth of wearing flesh and what the heck I’m doing in this realm at present for I remember futures yet to happen and so much more as well hence why I push the pen like this to trigger an awakening in the 8% as they’re the only ones who click there may be a little more to this than what the script they inherited said as they still retain their Spiritual Immune System that says:
“This is very sketch”.
Which it is. I mean, school etched a pyramid inside your head that said “Sit still, look ahead and do well on the test to progress” whilst not mentioning direct that one sits at the apex with a few beneath him that lord over the rest who move when the bell says with divided subjects and desks that don’t test how well you create, only repeating what they say… Comprehend that none of what we live is natural, in any sense, and its mostly created by the rich in order to ensure their wealth transfers from one gen to the next thanks to the sweat from the brow upon your head and inculcated ignorance, therein. Look into the Enclosure Acts in which, by the stroke of a pen, millions of acres of public farmland were privatized and made common grazing illegal. It mattered not if your ancestors had done this for generations as, now, you were a criminal. “But, fear not, citizen, the Industrial Revolution doth kick so get your rear end in that factory, quick!” went the official rhetoric that still spins to this day.
I mean, how many of you have ever looked at the calendar and wondered this:
Or how about why April (when the seasons truly shift) is classed as a fools errand? Better yet, how come everything to do with finances and bills has your name in BLOCK CAPITALS whereas the rest is Mixed Case? Fifty Two letters in the alphabet should be a hint and, while you’re there, look at this:
Symbols don’t have definitions but ecosystems, my friend and whilst this article may be about how Henry invented the weekend the next is how I’d reinvent the Weekn’d as one thing about the 8% is we’re as fiercely creative as independent ergo we play the Game on a whole nother wavelength…
The old world order is dead. As I said. The involution is now aka time to up your res, shake off that VR headset and its reality tunnel effect of which you were mostly ignorant because what you is, my friend, is something way more powerful than John of House Smith. With you, none of this exists. Not a bit. And me? I am but a figment of your imagination that you, your Self, programmed in with a request to send this message at this particular moment so that you could awaken to the immense truth of this Game we all play using our Souls as credits.
If you’re just tuning in to the highest light realms then use this as your starter for Zen and this will help you awaken. Fear accompanies change as the Path is unfamiliar so reframe this sensation as wonder instead and watch what happens, my friend. Inside you’ll feel the resurrection of Inner Sense and that changes your resonance as you become more Centered in Self. Of this I am certain just as clearly as I can state that if you do not a thing life will go as it did for you co-create this realm. Comprehend:
Response-ability is free will. It is not standard equip, contrary to what you may think for, until this moment, your life has followed a script that is re-etched each ray you rise from bed hence a different version of you is dreamt into existence on the reg. As for these dastardly varmints draped in purple garments, their reign is at an end for we’re witnessing the involution of Self. A word on this spell:
Its a function that kicks when the identity is applied to itself. Kind of like how a mirror facing a mirror appears endless in what it reflects. Thats a hint about the fractal process we’re within and how, in the mid, there is a small, quiet point that extends, everywhen. It may be in but isn’t of this realm and its identical when you’re reading this text, dreaming in bed, this life or the next. You are it, my friend. Accept nothing less than pure Gnosis and thus reality test whilst believing not a word I said lest you find your Self on an island filled with lesbians where things are not what they seem as they designed it to titillate so comprehend, you are the only Soul in this realm and, once again, I am a figment of your imagination as well. Look again. See what is revealed because your right hemisphere takes in billions of bits per second from which the DMN and bad thief do select a few bits they string into a narrative that causes you to see what you expect whilst missing the bigger pic. Lets get practical for a second:
Look around your room, this instant, and notice everything that is blue then come back to this. How much did you spot that was red? Thats reality selection in full effect, my friend. The Warrior Knows the Ledge, comprehends the shadows depth and gets his greatest strengths present wrapped in papers of fear and dread which is why most Slaves live and die the life unexamined as they never stopped to question:
Ain’t that the 8 billion Soul question, my friend? Without knowing this you are, in effect, a living hostage to inherited ignorance aka the bundle you’re carrying which is why, I suspect, childrens glow dims around age six and the old walk stooped due to shouldering this nonsense they passed onto the next gen. Its all entirely optional for the old world order was built on ignorance, threats and duress. “Kill that noiZ!” is the anthem for evil, left alone, feeds upon itself as it lacks the Prime connect which we all naturally possess. Its time to reclaim your inheritance so up your res, get Centered in Self and question everything. Especially the things you feel are special or above this and that you accepted as standard. Happiness = curiosity but don’t believe me, try it and see instead in thought, deed and action. Watch how the Game shifts to accommodate your new resonance and, by the way, ditch the news as well as its bad for your health…
It takes a wolf to catch a wolf and only a pimp can outthink the same. Thats the Game. Thats the Game. The trick is to do this whilst maintaining your resonance with an intent to uplift, not suppress. Like I said, the old world order is dead, decrepit and done. From this moment on your participation is an option. It always was but we’re at the point of a collective tip so flip the high table, don’t sit, because you are, were and will be above it. The stars overhead all shine within and your ancestors live at this very moment as well hence the Fourth Dimension being made of vinyl and this life you spin is but a sample of other trips in the flesh. Comprehend that a babies brain when stepping in is identical with an adult under the influence of hallucinogen. Haven’t you ever wondered why so many trippers attest blue beings of benevolence with many arms that look suspiciously like gods, ancient? Thats the Game. Thats the Game. As the baby matures it steps into Theta wave states which, once again, is the same as the Adulterated brain in deep hypnosis. Put them together and what do you get? Yep, you guessed it, a square watermelon.
We ain’t getting all Luddite in this bish but the Ship of Fools that Kaczynski mentioned is totally accurate. Check:
A whole load of people are aboard a floating vessel. For a while things are good then they decide to move North instead. The chill kicks in, shivering timbers and everyone spouts their own reason for needing more than they get. Its a diverse ship with many ethnicities and races all arguing their case about who deserves more magic beans or a warm fleece and the right to slurp a peepee without another catching feels. The cabin boy says:
“What the F? Why don’t we just turn around the ship and get into an environment more clement then there will be no more problems as a lot of this snipping is due where we head”.
“Ah man, you’re right. This is all a mess. We really should have listened to what you said. The Captain is a bit of a stuck record, in that respect. I suggest you protest, most vigorous, but never with violence. Peace will win the day and remember to stay within the ships regulations”.
Some of them dissed him as he left and yelled he was an Uncle Tom house Negro, par excellence and the Captains bish. Nonetheless, they did what he said. Everyone took their station and started protesting to plead their case. They let this kick for a bit and then the Captain did descend and shower them with his gifts. The Anglos wage got a lift, the Mexican was also gifted with a percent, some aspects of the command were now bilingual to account for the differences in comprehension, the ladies gained another blanket, as requested and the Indian got to roll his dice and engage in gambling whilst the bosun could fellate who he wished as long as he did so in the privacy of his cabin. Best of all the dog was no longer allowed to be kicked. Great success! Except it wasn’t as the seeming honey drip did nothing to assuage the bitterness of the forces, outside and within, that were the true cause of the problem.
The cabin boy, as you’d expect, got nothing. He spoke up this time, with vehemence, and said:
“Are you all off your heads or in need of meds? Look at the ice and how thick it is? If you don’t turn around this ship it will be curtains and all of this song and dance will be for nothing because its the bigger pic thats a problem”.
The gay dude replied:
“Sure, I can see this. Heading North is causing an issue, for certain, but why should I have to keep my preferences in the closet? Thats a form of suppression, it is!“.
The lady issued a lament about why these chill winds are exactly why she needs more blankets whilst the on board academic reasoned that one must learn to adapt to the circumstance and that turning back wasn’t an option. The cabin boy looked at them and shook his head before he yelled:
“If we listen to those lunatics who, you must note, are the ones who got us into this mess, we’ll all be floating to our watery graves and all of this would be for nothing. We are more, we can rush em and throw them in the drink, turn around this ship and sail to waters, clement, and enjoy the best of what presents”.
All of them put forth reasons, impassioned, why violence was abhorrent and they wouldn’t dream of it. The Captain had been listening and sent his mate in for another round of the dog and pony express where he said they should protest, again, for another uplift and see if the boss listens. He reminded them how well the last spin went and how they needed to obey the ships rules and remain peaceful with their requests. They trot out the same tricks with some gloves for frozen digits, a modicum of increased wages, another blanket and homosexual activities were now permitted, in public, but only under cover of darkness. Best of all you now needed a permission slip to kick the dogs rear end and this was only granted by the Captain himself. Greater success!
Until it wasn’t.
The cabin boy had had enough of this and he told them, in ways most ferocious:
“Don’t you see how they’re keeping you transfixed on your own little problems whilst you miss the fact that we’re drifting into the Arctic and certain destruction? If we all got together instead of being divided we could rush them off the ship, turn it around with a whip and sail off into the sunset. Its the only solution. Anything else is BS designed to placate and deflect whilst offering occasional lip service to your petty requests”.
They all, as expected, turned on him for this choice epithet that they took personal. The Mexican took it as a diss to his pride and heritage that he wasn’t making as much bank as the Anglo did whilst the bosun was enraged that his whole sexual identity was so casually dismissed and the dog enthusiast yelled that animal cruelty was the worst thing to have ever happened on this ship as its so cruel and brutal. The boy, thinking quick, said:
“OK, your issues are valid and important, not petty as mentioned but they are in comparison to what is seen at a higher resolution because you’re like a bunch of frogs in the kitchen that are jostling for position whilst the chef turns up the heat in increments and sprinkles you with condiments. The ship is heading North, the seas are freezing and nothing is easing. Matter of fact, its all getting more difficult but you’re so caught up in the script you’ve never stopped to question who wrote it“.
They called him a counter revolutionary, suggested he was in cahoots with the Captain to suppress their successful movement and the privileges they’d gained, before eventually labelling him a fascist, racist, homophobic and anything else they could imagine. The ship kept sailing North and, eventually, hit two icebergs, did sink and everyone drowned in the process.
Ain’t things changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you fools and pull these kind of slick tricks to pimp your awareness by keeping you hyperfocused on fragmentation and thus not clicking the whole script which is all of this is going to hell in a handbasket for a reason and its you, via ignorance, that fuels the foolishness by refusing to stop and question the paradigm as you dig the reality tunnel the architect says is in your best interest but, historically, hasn’t changed a thing as its designed to be impotent. I’m not suggesting you start letter bombing or engaging in more manipulated uprisings. Simply stop and Know the Ledge. That is enough to get things started and beget the shift thats needed to change the potential times we, as individuals and collective, are about to manifest from which there will be no turning back and no off switch. There is more, way more, to all of this hence why I’ve said we’re in an immense Game that uses our Souls as credits to dress us in skin to interact with this realm but that is, really, beyond the scope of this missive but I sprinkled it to share I’m decoding reality from a res that is different and this vision was gifted, partly, by the life I’ve lived and what kicked when I met death and came back to this realm as none of this is what you suspect and, in the end, if you choose ignorance you’ll live, die, be mindwiped and reskinned for another spin in which you’ll do the same again because, I suspect, we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the planned shipwreck, the on board dissent and all the rest of the mess is exactly as intended because the Captain and his clique know this real well and, when resurrected, they again will be in positions of ease and influence whilst you, the plebs, swab the decks and pad out the rest of the pyramid where divide and conquer will be piped in as you argue with another brick and try and jostle for position by focusing on the irrelevant.
In that respect, like I said, I bought another ticket and caught magician in his tricks except this pimp actually designed the internal OS you’re using to navigate this realm hence its a wheels within wheels thing. Or a dream within a dream? I’ll let you tell it as the next 8 words are the most important to ever pour into your awareness:
To convince a god he is “only human” is an immense undertaking that is A) part of the Game and B) works primarily on opposition, confusion and binary tricks that deftly make one miss that place in the mid. This zero point is what Jesus meant when he said he was in but not of this realm and do not take that to mean I am in any way, shape or form religious as it simply vibes with the truth as I’m discovering it as I progress in my own adventure in the flesh ergo all I present is not meant as gospel – far from it – instead you should unleash the natural philosopher of Inner Sense from within the binds of ignorance that came from two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming and aim to prove me incorrect instead. Neither do I wish to offend but one cannot whip an omelette without cracking a few shells and unlike the forces at the helm at present I do not intend to rebuild him as RoboEgg with silicon thrown in the mix. That is what I mean about it all being totally unnatural because if I had said (and did) a decade ago that you would soon be sexing the synthetic droid help that was equipped with a simulation of consciousness and false skin as it laughed at your crap quips whilst assuaging your immense loneliness you would have thought I was off my head. And yet, it seems to be happening, yes? That is what I meant about the circumcision of wonder and magnificence because if we let the children lead instead of training them to be square watermelons then the world would be totally different as they are, each and every jit, a living incarnation of the Prime who pre-exists and this is why they should be protected at all costs instead of bludgeoning them into submission by accepting old subroutines and programs that, to a man, made their parents miserable, stressed and secretly feeling like something was missing. I hear you yell:
You have never met a stranger. Ever. Each and every Soul you meet in this spin is a link from another incarnation and this life, itself, is much like a Hip Hop remix that sampled a riff from back when, a vocal line you may have stated in ignorance and some instrumental loop that you were quite fond of humming in another existence. This also means that your relatives aren’t dead but lets keep it simple for an outline sketch as I share my practical metaphysic viewpoint on all of this. The heart works on magnetism and the brain, electric. This is why “sparks fly” and the attraction principle is what it is. They can only wipe the mind, not the chest. It is, I suspect, what powers the engine of reincarnation because can you imagine that, as a man, you were shown a sizzle reel of a tropical island of bliss in which there were loads of embodied aspects of the sacred feminine (seemingly) in their natural element as the voice over said:
How many Souls would sign up for the trip of visiting this island with a grin as they imagine that and this of what will kick once they land in said realm? Read the rest of the article for what actually happens then get back to this as it all works just like this hence the ride of your life can be a ticket to hell or the heavenly bliss of transcendence for Earth is the sweet treat that those who eat, regret, and those that don’t do as well ergo the old Catch Twenty Two is in full effect and this may just be the reason so many people report the old Eleven:Eleven phenomenon as the simulation works on numbers within which there are words as well and this is repeated on another level (as this is a fractal of consciousness) where myths as expressed by languages that swim within an invisible sea teeming with imagery and symbols. Hollywood knows this well and this is why its worth whipping up a timeline and then checking, as a side quest, exactly how much influence these external influences have on your present moment. I mean, lets pretend that everyone who watched Avatar the Last Airbender as a jit had came to this realm to do this, for real. Their sizzle reel had said:
“We know a place, somewhere else, that is filled to the brim with pain and suffering where the people are ignorant of their true powers and spiritual potential. You, as an advanced starseed are being gifted with a ticket to incarnate in this realm during times of immense darkness in which the people are battling with a predator of consciousness that drains them from within. The mission is dangerous and many who are called will not make it but if you are still listening there is a high chance you may be the one, chosen, who brings order to this chaos by sharing the lessons of higher wisdom you gain in your adventuring”.
Said Souls sign on the X and then schlep through the Tunnels of Set to come to this realm and spend nine months being encased with flesh and then step in. Their parents think their excited babbling is cute but, within, the Spirit is frustrated by their ignorance and its inability to convey its message. Time progresses and they may remember, in dreams, scenes and hints of what they came to accomplish as they awaken, screaming, that a monster is chasing them and trying to kill something vital to their success. Their parents, tired, gaslight swift, that its all in their head but if they had next gen smart watch tech they could see their kidney jing being drained and immense activations of the stress response that hint something quite strange is truly happening. So, in order to be accepted and remain fed, clothed and protected, they stop yelling and lie there in quiet terror instead as the spiritual circumcision of their mission happens in a subtle realm between waking and dreaming. Doesn’t matter though as they’ve flew past nursery (which was nice and bright) and are now in schools which, increasingly, become duller and more rigid as they progress. At one point a new cartoon is released and it details the adventures of a young boy on a magical quest where he knows not his own strength and is unaware that he is a moving target due to the threat he reps. Something within is illuminated and they lap up the images being beamed into their heads as they ignore the symbols and underlying message as their innate need is waylaid and they scratch an itch whilst being trained how to become square watermelons instead.
That, my friend, is the power of myth and why one gets immensely enriched by doing the Knowledge as one learns to decode their own personal lex. I have lost count of the amount of minds I’ve realigned with a simple conversation designed to generate introspection but I do know that before I learned to discern and had a rougher approach that the stats went like this:
If I hit ten randoms upside the head with metaphysical questions about their Soul essence there would be around 8 who would shake side to side for a bit and state:
“WTF are you talking about?” as they wandered off into the distance and thought I needed a tinfoil turban for even suggesting there may be a deeper link between what they’re watching and true Soul mission in the flesh. More than 1 knew exactly what I meant and either played it stupid on purpose and attempted to pump me for info to see how much I truly comprehend whilst, simultaneously, attempting to debunk it. Less than 1 would listen and neither invest nor reject but state they’d think about it and these are what I termed the ones capable of awakening the Warrior within. Without fail they all discovered untold riches and became happier, healthier and more content because the spiritual circumcision I mentioned is the ultimate trick as they simply took your greatest strength and hid them in the shadows depth from which, protected by the brains “toward pleasure/away from pain” mindset, they lived lives of ignorance. Then, they were awake and things were never, ever the same again. Some said the friends they had had since back when simply vanished from their lives. Others got divorced and freed their necks from the albatross of a partner they thought they wanted but constantly fought with and hated themselves for it as it was such a waste of effort. Hint, that was Loosh extraction made flesh which is another aspect of the predator of consciousness. A few I never saw nor heard from again so I cannot say what happened but it is not uncommon to go into seclusion when working the shadows depth as the external world starts to project back what you’re excavating and that gets pretty intense. Actually, one did just this and when he popped up again he said:
“Wow, that really was something. Listen, I moving away to some place else. I came to realize that I was not put in this realm to look after my mother and how her life is her problem and not my obligation as she is where she is due to her life decisions and I’d been guilt tripped and manipulated since my inception to be the caregiver instead of actually living my purpose. I never, ever thought I’d have found the strength to have that conversation and lay it all out there with no emotional overspill or such things. Just pure, simple truth because I realized that by me attempting to fix everything I was actually complicit in fostering her weakness and what I’ve arranged will, hopefully, allow her to find her way as well because what we had wasn’t serving anyone – least of all me. I just wanted to say thanks as I know its been a bit since I popped in but I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said and just spent absolutely ages journaling to the child within and, boy, let me tell, his emotions were so volatile and intense that I couldn’t quite believe I was somehow holding in all of this strength. He is the one that said we must leave, now, and how everything else will take care of itself. This made me think about what they say about madness being doing the same whilst expecting different as for three decades plus three I’d been living an exceedingly predictable scene in which nothing I did was ever enough or correct as I constantly chased the validation I felt I needed from the one who bought me to this realm. When I turned within and gave that to me everything outside totally shifted as I finally went out and bought a lock for my door to stop her barging in with her emotional vomits of guilt trips and just put my headphones on and kept on asking the younger me all types of questions then listened to what he said as angry red ink spilled across the page as we formed a link that transcended timespace itself.
I realized my attention brings strength to wherever it was focusing and how the best place was where my vibe gains strength and not feeding an abyss that was never, ever content. No matter what I did. Thanks again, my friend, that was so intense. I needed some time to think and my gut feeling has picked out a pitch, distant, to which I’m moving so I wish you the very best. Cheers”.
Before he left I suggested a few more practices to remove the somatic kinks along with a recommended reading list but, in general, once one has truly awakened external help is superfluous as Spirit knows exactly what is best ergo I am certain he moved to exactly where he needed to be and life provided all that was required for him to flourish and, if you happen to read this, it would be interesting to hear what kicked.
That is the power of myth, my friend. It is not something old and dusty that lives only in text but is actually the nuts and bolts of what makes thee, thee. If you see with the eyes of wisdom you are immune from all deception and projection as the screen can no longer scratch an itch as you get you are not the voice in your head but that which listens and this changes everything as life becomes increasingly rich, vivid and intense because where has Artemis not danced? Decode that and up your res as this is not a mere text on the web but invitation to awaken and apply the Matrix mindset to this life, at present, for you will soon see that is the only moment that exists and how time is an illusion as we create, direct and star in our lives performance so the question is, Truman, are you the main character or a mere face in the crowd? Recollect that Dionysus had to die to come back to life again and you’ll see exactly what I mean about all of this because I don’t talk it, I live it. Slay the demons of ignorance that feast on your unactualized potential in a realm that is filled to the gills with distraction in order to prevent the realization of your true Soul purpose in this incarnation as it sells images that flicker within the cave of ignorance inside your head.
My teachers are wise. So wise they teach with lies. Why? For that is the test, my friend. Only one who discerns can pass whilst the rest who but glance at the surface shall, invariably, perish. To them I owe immense respect for, indirectly, they handed me the keys to the Three Kingdoms. This, itself, is quite ironic as I am the rightful heir to this domain and, stranger still, is how these forces were the same that looted my temple since conception. But, that is back when. I sit here, now, in the present and having unwrapped the gifts of multidimensional consciousness I can only tip my hat in respect but this brings another problem. One that is far more immense than any challenge I’ve met yet.
Jesus said one should not cast pearls before swine as they won’t comprehend the true worth of what was said. In that respect he too followed the same sketch as the ones mentioned. Matter of fact, every single religious text, as far as I can tell, is written in code with many layers of meaning for the adepts to tease out via inner contemplation. What use is this in a world of sixty second abs and quick fixes? The thing is, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. If things had gone according to the sketch of a collective dip in resonance then ascent from ignorance there would be no Arians. Yes, that is spelt correct as it refers to the shift from the age of the bull, Taurus, to the lamb which he repped. The order of the ages is about to change again but the strange thing about being in a fractal is the repetition ergo just as ancient texts and sacred wisdom presented a lamp that could not be extinguished in times of darkness we are on the brink of artificial illumination and, in this, I feel compelled to draw your eyes to the shine, eternal.
It is the same as the Prime, the pre-existing one who many profess to worship but it lives not in any temples, mosques or churches. It dwells, instead, in the hearts of the adherents and it matters not if you don’t believe this BS and place your stock in science instead or whatever you wish because the same sentience you’re using to decode this script is that of which I’m speaking. Can you hear the Psylense? Probably not but I must question. It is a difficult task to tell the truth in times of universal deception. Many a man has been killed for less. They say if you want to create the opposite of friends then try and change something. For the fool these are called enemies. The Warrior sees teachers instead and learns their lessons and it is here, where I sit, contemplating my next step…
My teachers are wise so they teach with lies. Is me teasing the truth from these fibs then sharing it with the rest the equivalent of an erection on a island full of lesbians? What I mean is, is second hand Gnosis useless? I strongly suspect it is but then isn’t gaining the key to salvation and not sharing it a greater sin? I don’t mean this in terms of anothers judgement. Just my own voice of reason within for if the roles were flipped and you sat in this predicament and could tell how it was my own ignorance (and lack of Knowledge of Self) that kept me running the treadmill and pinned to the wheel of time from one incarnation to the next with a strangers voice domiciled in my head that I mistook, again and again, for my own wisdom I’d surely like a hint and would refine it in the mill of my consciousness to see what I would get. The thing is I tried an imperiment, back when. If I pulled in ten peeps off the street and outlined the basics around 8 would flat out reject or not comprehend it. More than one would know the script but, purposefully, play stupid or attempt to dissuade my attempts as these are the secrets that make gods of men and allow kings to rule in purple dress. Even if they’re naught but thieves within that project fake images to the rest who buy in. Less than one would nod his head, neither accept nor reject but go away and reality test. After a while they would come back with their own sketch and we’d compare notes about what kicked. The thing is this proved they would have found their own way without my prompting and that leads to a vision in which my preceptor said:
“Would you play a Game that started with “Press A to win” then ended and showed you the credits or would you feel cheated to your depths? You have no idea about what it takes to get in and how much of a boon it is to wear flesh. Surely you can see this for whilst your own life was filled with challenges and raw deals not all feel this and many are quite content to coast from one life to the next as they indulge in relationships, build beautiful memories with kith and kin and generally enjoy themselves. Granted, you have had none of this. This is why I chose to manifest and assist in your time of darkness. Ask what you wish and I shall furnish with items for contemplation”.
“What should I do? I’m at a stage where beyond good and evil is my thing and I can reason both sides of the dialectic as well as spot what comes next for those left who cannot wait to be plugged in. The deception is immense and seems so solid but thats just part of the camera trick as it only works from a forced perspective. Isn’t it correct to offer another perspect?”.
“So what should I do? Retire someplace quiet and keep refining as I did? This I cannot accept as, all around, I see people suffering”.
“I see you still haven’t took to heart what I said when we last met. No doubt you have made progress, in that respect, but they say age brings wisdom”.
“Donkeys live a long time as well. Doesn’t mean they’re intelligent”. He started laughing, genuine, with his belly rumbling.
“See, this is why I like you. In me you will always have a friend. You have quite a few in higher realms and many here as well that you haven’t yet met. See, one chapter is drawing to an end ergo another must begin. Doubt is a good thing. If you hadn’t shown it I wouldn’t have stepped in as the fool is certain as he treads off a cliff. Ironically, in that respect, he often lands on a trampoline and joins the circus to walk on beams and vault through the air without a care before doing what he does and moving onto the next”.
“So you’re saying I should keep doing what I did and see what happens?”.
“All right. First of all, I’m not the flesh nor the voice in my head. I am pure consciousness that bounces from one life to the next based on the whims and desires, as yet unmet, that keep one grinding the mill and plugging back in. Next, there are levels to this as the Game goes from total perfection, shining, to outright desecration. There are them who Know this and assist in the building and destruction. At first I thought they were immoral and such things but now I come to comprehend they play the roles of checks and balances or a bureau of adjustment, if you will”. An eyebrow did lift at my coded reference to signal “Keep going”. “I can’t claim to know the full outs and ins and, if we’re keeping it a hundred, I’ll bet many of their own comprehend even less than I glimpse from a distance”.
“Careful now, that sounds mighty ignorant to profess the truth of anothers head without even conversing with them”.
“Whats the point?” I said, exasperated. “All they do is lie and manipulate. I have tried. You’ve seen how many beacons I’ve sent only to get staunch denials and disrespect for the attempt”.
“If someone threatened all you hold dear and value above Self, how would you react?“. He had a point. That said:
“Look, I don’t claim to know best. As a matter of fact one of the main reasons for seeking an audience is to gain clarity on what kicks”.
“And if they had, wouldn’t that be a “Press A to win” situation? You know you’d hate it, and them, for making it so simple. Its all good, you can admit. We’re amongst friends”. It was then I noticed another emanation. I made my salutations and welcomed our new guest who’d been there since inception. He didn’t say a thing but his presence communicated everything. Words cannot express the gratefulness I felt and still do for his help. We all sat in silence, speaking that Prime language.
“Yes, this I agree with as its all starting to make sense but half a truth is still deception, yes?”.
“Let me use a street parable as you know those rules best. We shall pretend you deal in illegal chemicals which the artfully broken within use as a salve for their Spirit. You check out the competition and its thirty five percent, at best. Your connect is fresh off the ship and those pearly stamped bricks are a rocket fuel ninety eight and then that remaining two percent can be marked to equipment tolerance. Either way, its pure potency. If you flood the strip with this people will be lining up to buy it then swiftly falling dead. Not only this but the rest will come for your head as you’ve drove them out of business, real quick. In this situation, how would you maneuver? Riddle me this”. I said, in an instant:
“I’d start buying. From pieces to weight until we get to bricks and consignment. I’d make them come to me and once we had the meeting I’d suggest a new connect who would be a friend playing a role to perfection. They buy off him and cut me in ergo they see me as less and we all celebrate success as they’d tapdance it into oblivion but the fiends would be clicking as its the best they can get and far greater than the rest. Any competition that comes is their stress and, in the end, the apple cart isn’t upset by a hail of bullets and chagrin”. He grinned, then said:
“Now apply this to your current predicament”. I was out of my element. Like a fish thirsting for a drink after having being ripped from the ocean.
“All right, I obviously have their attention due to the as and when. They know I’ve got the connect and thats what causes stress because they know if I tell and bring an introduction to the plebs they’ll be out of biz as they’re used to selling whatever the order of the ages done said. I can’t pull the duplicate, friend of a friend who I can’t buy from due to lack of wealth shenanigan as, in this respect, the dealer is within and his name is Self”.
“Keep going”.
“‘I’ve got it. I’ll do the opposite of the gospels and sacred texts. I won’t share what I’ve seen but the methods I used to get the connect ergo the ignorant will not attempt, the adepts will not stress and the ones capable of awakening the Warrior within will do just this and, if they wish, we can compare notes, as and when“. He of radiant hue made a slight nod of his head and the other countenance broken into a grin whilst congratulating.
“See, its all about speaking their language and letting them do the rest. I knew you’d get it! Its all about the methods, in the end, as each man will perceive at his own resonance. In that respect its like you’ve time travelled from back when with a holophone, high tech, and no one here can comprehend or even connect to the text so you’re stuck with voice calls and picture messages. Thats just how it is. Consider it an imbalanced remainder that doth manifest to gain equilibrium in the midst of madness. Far better than “Press A to win”, yes”. He said, with that ever present twinkle doing what it does best.
“Yes, yes, yes” I said, as I got up and started pacing. “All right, left and center as well. That makes a load of sense. Truly I am grateful that you both chose to manifest at this, my time of darkness. Can’t you see its this I wish to share with the rest, in earnest?”.
“Of course but you are still a child, mercurial, in that respect, young adept. You don’t see the bigger Game or what is truly at stake as you’ve discovered a new thing which is actually old and ancient. Many have studied it, outside and in, but only a few pick the Path of a diamond that was born a coal of ignorance as its, simply put, quite hellish. Even though the element is identical the process is something else. You are well on your way to answering this riddle and, daily, find hidden strength and illumination. As do those who also have an inkling then click the resonance within as they make their own attempt to seek the ways of wisdom whilst the ones enmired in ignorance will keep window shopping and past onto the next who presents more bread with finer circuses”.
“Yes, in a sense. Beats leaping off a cliff, doesn’t it? They don’t need to know the outs and ins of how you gained this Gnosis and, to be honest, its best they didn’t because if they did they’d question what presents instead of putting it to the test as the world likes to pick bones of contention from narratives whereas practical steps are binary. They either work and deliver what it says on the tin or they don’t and thus are worthless. We are in the age of information ergo deliver this to them with reckless abandon. Make no promises of what it does or did. Let them find out for Self. By all means, provide a basic sketch and your own perspective as people need instruction, free willed, and not commandments. You are correct in saying that day is dead but what you’re attempting to resurrect is, frankly, beyond their ken because you’re in the age of lead with a silver OS that you upgrade without relent. They still need to meet many other elements, wrapped in silicon, before getting to the gold standard whence it dips and spins all again. Those who you think detest have actually been helping in ways you can’t currently comprehend for isn’t it by their hand you posses these skills and wisdom which, in actuality, were gained in other lives but you were forced to recollect them as you manifested in a time where it was far simpler to connect with those who provided their own hints and helped awaken the Warrior within. You’ll note this wasn’t a one stop shop, this answer fits all kind of deal. Think of the entire trek or, as you say, the Path you created by walking and how many missteps factored in as the coal learned to shed its old skin to reveal the diamond within. Just that, in this age, is enough as your purity shines like a beacon and those with the ears to hear will listen and put your gifts to the test themselves and, who knows, they may even be prompted to share their own accomplishments and things. Isn’t that a win/win/win? They get to keep their secrets that make them gods amongst men, you get to sprinkle a little wisdom and help those who need it and the rest who don’t give an F can look on in amused bemusement at another fairground attraction as the fool trampolines, that way and this, as he lilts and spins with no seeming effort with a ruddy countenance that houses a grin, perpetual. That is the way of balance, young adept, and such things tend to come with age and wisdom. Take it from your noble steed made manifest for these are the wings that were presented as a gift by the all of everything who graces us with his presence ergo this was all made possible by combined resonance as the way of coherence is the antidote to chaos and ensures what unfolds next is the best bet you can get so roll up and place your chips because its time to win, my friend”.
And with that, the conversation ended. My Prime connect had said not a thing but communicated everything in ways most subtle and delicate. His emissary, my preceptor, was much less reticent as he was matched to my wavelength which likes to converse at depth but he plays the Game in a higher octave ergo I, once again, attest that I am the luckiest man in this realm. Why? Because those that were seen as foes were revealed as teachers instead for I’ve started to comprehend the sketch for when one sees with the eyes of truth they are immune for all decep hence the wise teach with lies the adepts decode, super quick, whilst the rest merely buy in and fail the test. That means those surrounding me at present are actually acting to my whims and intent. Why?
A man murders his family. He is caught covered in their blood with remnants of flesh, all around him. He sports a wild, demonic grin and denies not a thing as his weapon he does sling onto the pavement as the local authorities bag and tag him. What comes next is a trial that will, in ways quite farcical, attempt to ascertain his guilt or innocence in all of this as people, paid, argue back and forth in front of the bench. He sits in a cell for a while, is prepped, checked, prodded and tested as various experts provide their opinion which is etched on the record before a man in a high chair passes judgment. As counter to this we have a man who lives alone, in isolation, as he never really had many friends and found the social aspect an immense drain on his already fragile inner realms. Sometimes he could swear he saw something else inside them or, to be more accurate, come through them. He preferred being alone anyway as that allowed him to escape into the land of imagination but, recently, whilst out shopping he felt that people were talking about him and he was quite certain he could see something, dark yet invisible, flit past and hiss at him. He goes to confide in his doctor who says “Quick! To the mental asylum”.
It is here the real test begins as they, within an instant, claim he is a paranoid schizophrenic. When he asks the basis and what proof they have of this as he resists the medication they throw at him they take it as proof positive their view is correct and thus he is subdued, by force, and slung into a padded cell with a depot injection slammed in his rear end. When he comes to he feels frantic and scared at what has just happened for this was a man of sensitivity and intelligence for whom the world as it stands had a tendency to overwhelm as he was born and raised by a sheltering, over protective mother who died recently and left him standing in a world, so cold. None of this matters and the psychs give not an F because if he says nothing they label him sullen and withdrawn then up his meds but if he protests they say the same. I guess, for some, a chemical cosh is the equivalent of a hammer and and any head that sticks above the parapet of reality as they say it is is nailed, real quick, so the rest don’t get any funny ideas whilst locked in the cuckoos nest. I say all of that to say this:
Why is there is no due process for schizophrenics?
How are these glorified sales reps for pharmaceutical corporations the end all, be all of their life sentence when, as in the above example, the murderer at least gets a fair shake of the tale? Let me tell you a story, from back when:
A taxi pulled up and the driver came lumbering into my premises with a note in his grip and said “You know Mr X?”. I nodded my head and he requested his payment for said slip which, whilst unusual, wasn’t unexpected as stranger things had happened in the place where minds melded and concepts clashed as we pondered the ins and outs of wearing flesh and walking around on a planet as it chased a fireball into the distance whilst floating in the abyss… It had a number scrawled on it, local, that I rang and heard:
“You’ve got to come and get me. Things went a bit Pete Tong and they’ve sectioned me and pumped me full of meds. They won’t let me speak to anyone and anything I do or don’t just convinces them they’re correct and I’m off my head. What the F? Help”.
So I did. That is why I can attest I see the ins and outs of this farce and call it for what it is because whilst I have no medical training or such things I can argue with the best of them and prove how any point they raise is actually paper thin with naught backing it but ignorance and how this entire field is filled with charlatans who do more damage than help as they don’t comprehend its the world that has the problem, not the so called schizophrenic who comes face to faceless with the horrible truth of incarnation and thus does the only sane thing:
Loses his mind, programmed. Its the next bit their intervention prevents and thus creates the malady they profess to be solving:
Coming back to ones senses.
This is why there is no due process for schizophrenics as the first one to do this would easily signal to the rest of the plebs, tuned in to a corrupted wavelength, that they cannot be the voice in their heads when they are actually that which listens, correct? From then on the domino effect kicks in and the castles in the sky most live in fall whilst bringing rude awakenings about the true nature of cows, sacred, they dare not examine but are used to foment intense conflict as a way of animating the suppressed urges in their depths that are due to be raised and trained like square watermelons into a role totally inauthentic, not coherent and, frequently, downright outsane if examined in the cold light of day. But, to birds born in a cage, flying is a sickness ergo when Icarus dons his wings they swiftly dowse them in the petrol of psychotropics then set fire as well as a warning to the rest of what can happen for daring to question the reality tunnel. If you ever need proof positive that we, humans, are being farmed for negative emotions via intensely induced stress for the benefit of beings, invisible, that are intertwined with our awareness then visit a mental asylum. Its your life, times ten, in the sense that the din and yells within those four walls are what you call “office politics” or “arguing with the wife over something pointless” and “yelling at that fool who doesn’t know what a blinker is“. Yours are just spread thin and accepted by the rest who get the same deal. The invisible demons around them which cause stress and such things as they pump signs and signals into their heads are your news channels and so called free press which perform the magical ritual of sending a frequency in which makes you yelp and feel unsafe and uncertain as you run to the store and buy as much toilet paper as you can handle…
Are you starting to see the links and why due process doesn’t exist for schizophrenics as it all it would need is for an eloquent one to take the stage, rep himself and tell it how it is. Of course they’d still try and claim he was off his lid which is why its best to fly straight, low key, instead and dodge bullets like the Matrix as you kick Knowledge to those capable of decoding it as only 8% are truly desiring of gnosis and willing to put that work in to enlighten from within as they bask in the glow of Inner Sense. The other 81% think this makes no sense as they listen to the voice in their head they Thunk is them without comprehending the depth of the illusion the 11% have span in their consciousness… Really consider this, my friend, because if it truly was your mind (with you at the helm) you’d be able to still it for ninety seconds, yes? Go ahead, prove me incorrect. Or correct, if you will.
The fact that a man can murder many, leave a trail of bloodshed then get his lawyer to argue him down to insanity versus one man who never hurt anyone else, in this example, just merely said he’s unsure of the voice in his head is afforded no due process? Why is this? Simple, he, as a singular, threatens the invisible conquest over billions by a predator of consciousness who sends in his Agents to protect his investment.
81/11/8.
Get in where you fit in…
Take it back to the tip, look at how pretty much everyone else is handled by this System and then compare that to the plight of one who never hurt anyone, never did anything dangerous beyond uttering a few words that said “Things are playing with my head and I suspect life is not how it presents”. That is it, isn’t it? Take a look at the lives and mental health of people pre and post this encounter and examine. Better yet, speak to them. Note how many of them will not say a thing to the “pros” as it just gets more medication but I have a superpower which is no matter how badly one trips they always see me as me and that, in a world ever changing, is an immense beacon of hope and solidity as they Know they can speak freely to one who will assist them in any way he can at their time of darkness or, as I said to one sitting on a bench:
“What if its not a breakdown but a breakthrough? What then? Sometimes its the cracked vessel that lets the light pour out from within and in a world obsessed with selling lightbulbs one could argue, pretty well, there is a vested interest in preventing this Gnosis as it was, once upon a a when, the realm of Shamans who tread between this land and the next and did attest a lot of what you’ve seen and Witnessed as being present and correct. But, they were killed and their testament struck from the record as man was modernized and trained to run a treadmill after anyone who dealt with nature became a witch or wizard and, in an ironic (but planned) twist, the same corporate heads started patenting and selling isolated aspects of this natural pharmacopoeia to the masses as a cure for the ills they themselves beget. It all starts real simple and that is with the ember of Gnosis, flickering, that if I am not the voice in my head then I must be that which listens and this subtle division can bring the entire illusion down, crashing, and this they simply do not want hence the reason for the erection of the psychosocial treadmill, stress, trauma programming and all the bready circuses one can handle”. He got up and yelled:
“That is exactly it” as I motioned for him to reign it in as the orderlies were ordering another round of meds in prep for him being uncooperative as they most certainly did detest my presence on their nice, immaculately presented grounds that were a mere facade for chemical suppression and the kind of indignities I will not mention. Yet. “Its not me thats crazy” he said, quietly, as he took a seat. “Its them. Look at whats in their heads, what they think of wearing flesh and the sheer logical fallacies they accept as solid and true with no introspection beyond nodding their head because “Simon Says”. Are we in a backwards realm? Is that it? Did I pass or fail the test by spotting it?”. I told him:
“I genuinely suspect that this is Hell and we’re already dead. After all, you couldn’t make a better version if you designed it then sealed it with a kiss of looking heaven sent even if each step is torture to the Soul and Spirit from which the mind disconnects, invests in fables and coping mechs then seeks reassurance from the rest who are plugged in to a false construction which cosigns their delusions by using the voice in their head to redirect their awareness from the signals that flow in from below the neck”.
“Sanewalker” he said, using the name they’d penned for one who strolls among them, external, speaking their language but, “Inside, is one of us as well and quite fluent in the verbiage of madness and its translations plus dialects“. I grinned and responded:
There will be no justice for these so called madmen until you, your Self, question the sheer ridiculousness of what you accept and cling to as fact when, in the end, its delusion. Worse still is you are willing to kill to protect it and will gladly either join in or cosign the destruction of those who accept a different script that was written in the same ink by the same hand, hidden, in order to keep itself from view as its the power behind the throne that makes Slaves of men as all children step in as Warriors into this realm. The so called schizo just has a partial awakening and thus drowns in the waters of higher consciousness whereas the Self actualized doth swim and its from here I type this missive and none of it would have manifested like this if it weren’t for said adventures in the asylums as well as various in depth conversations with those of the pavement as the early Nineties was when “Care in the community” did kick in aka empty the nuthouses onto the bricks and let them fend for themselves as we increase the doses and hope they bust on whoevers closest as we certainly don’t live like this, damn peasants. Or words to that effect. Due to me being me, everywhen, they were drawn like moths to a flame, transcendent, that said:
More to heaven and earth than dreamt of in what they sell, my friend. Do the Knowledge and become a threat to the System as you gain that sweet, sweet gnosis from within which may just save you from the mindwipe effect as you eject the Work, Buy, Consume, Die mindset the 81% accept, without question, from one life to the next…
Sometimes some things happen which fill one with an immense sense of reverence for the all of everything that has many names, none of which they chose themselves, always speaks, but never says a thing and is missed by all yet ever present. In the midst of this contradiction one finds the Self and its identical with what I’ve said for we truly are in a place that is as strange and strange gets. And yet, most people accept it, without question, for everyday miracles are rendered nondescript when habituation sets in and thus we set off on quests for distraction instead of stopping to reality test the world that was pulled over our eyelids.
Even in an ocean of lies the currents of truth prevail.
Remember this, my friend, remember it. From delusion I was lead to truth and when this came into view the darkness of ignorance gave way to the light of wisdom to which my third eye was not accustomed. The question sprang to my lips:
“What the heck?” as it felt like one had just sipped a familiar red tin that said it was the real thing but the contents were immensely different. This made no sense and yet I had to comprehend because if this endless glow was true illumination then what the heck was the other guy selling? Such is the problem with a lack of reality testing, my friend, as people engage in what we call confidence tricks as the most smiliest of villains. How can they do this? Simple, their heart isn’t in it. They gave up that connection for a quick trip on a seething force that fell and now uses them as pawns or agents of its Matrix. Welcome to the material realm in the era of tech.
The hardest thing to see is that which does the perceiving hence why one must be willing to lose their (conditioned) mind in order to come to their (present) senses which is the difference between 8 bits of data arranged in a way predictable or the unfiltered alternative of billions pouring in. Best hope you can handle the wavelength, yes? Too many cracked their melon in the attempt of Knowing the Ledge but they offered immense hints, help and celebration along the way to see one of their own win. Death lead me to immortality, my friend. Look at the Yan/Ying and see how it spins then comprehend you are neither of these bits and their harmonic opposition but an extension of that in the mid which all seek in this realm ergo get Centered in Self and hear the Psylense then report what it says because if you’ve been tuned in to an AM static set with lots of noiZ present the difference can be astonishing as you finally comprehend how many people have mangled the lyrics and missed the true meaning due to the introjection of their own ignorance that runs unchecked for generations and is compounding. Sometimes it behooves one to check if the sacred cows they’re honoring are actually responding to said ministrations or if its a huge distraction using inverted energetics to cook frogs in a kitchen?
He who Knows both Knowledge and action cannot help but take the steps on the Path of Power when it presents as the guidance comes from within and whilst the trek can be hair raising as it feels one is caught between a rock and hard place as the piper himself spins Hamlets mill and wishes to use your bones for bread for the idea of death appeals to he who is opposed to life itself and, for now, governs this realm with his time at the helm. Really ponder this, at depth. Its like asking if you’d pitch in with Hitler if he provided you a Porsche, some shiny Hugo Boss threads along with a cool glass of Fanta to sip not to mention a quick snap via Kodak lens to immortalize the moment so you can show off to your friends about your powerful acquaintance. Now, in retrospect, you’d say “Hell no!” to this thing and yet, in the moment, how would you resist the immense wave of common sentiment and the offers he brings? Welcome to the reality tunnel. In many ways we all fight this battle but who dares be an iconoclast and state the Emperor is not only naked but an imposter as well? Well, its this use of Knowledge along with right action that allows one to overcome death and reach immortality instead because its a not so simple process of unlearning the mess in your head, repairing your fractured inner realm before exorcising your family demons and a few other bits before you end up where it begins:
With a featherweight consciousness that carries within the immense strength of purity. Listen to me, I hark to thee, because I strongly suspect I am not the only one that will have to rise to this challenge and if the world as it stands is any inclination a lot of you are getting return tickets to this realm from now till the end at which it’ll be rebooted and you’ll still be doing what was said in the time and motion by those at the helm that profit from ignorance. Riddle me this, my friend, who keeps sending prophets to this living hell that appears heaven sent to those, plugged in? Make that make sense and maybe, just maybe, the true light of higher perception shines in beyond the fallen counterfeit they call electric after purloining it from the pyramid and running for the hills, back when. Nothing new under the Sun, in that respect ergo ancient texts predict modern aspects with unerring precision as the basis of this realm is so mechanical with the precision of a fractal which shells your awareness with flesh and reflects back what it sends then filters its signals through the lists of expectations of what you Thunk is possible before regurgitating its waste as the voice in your head which, at this moment, is holding hostage the Witness it force feeds this mess. All under the guise of “being human”.
The earth and skies are woven from your consciousness. Heck, even I am naught but a figment of your imaginal inner realms that is currently being projected then introspected at those willing to Know the Ledge and peer beyond the surface as there is so much happening – like a black swan that swims – that it may just flips ones lid if they’re not prepared for what life brings when you decide its time to transcend the Matrix. The heights of the skies, the points of lights that hang within, each mountain and hill, all that has been and ever will as well as countless other realms and dimensions all dwell within your consciousness. I Know, mindglowing, isn’t it? Who hasn’t felt the sense of being stared at or wondered why, just for a moment, their “real” life felt fake as hell as they rose in bed one fine day before the story in their head came rushing and old habits did their thing. Thats the velvet lined rut that keeps most tuned in to the same time, same station wavelength they secretly detest as its so predictable and boring but they’re also scared to death of changing. Can you hear that? Thats the mill doing its thing as it spins and extracts the Loosh from its Victims by squeezing the very pips of their ignorance whilst charging them for the privilege, all the while they’re fully convinced that they can buy “freedom” as he sells them all the money thats fit to print and is backed by nothing but their imagination and acceptance of his suggestions.
In the mind rest all the powers of life and yet you find me one that is tranquil in this realm and I’ll show you an uncrowned King, Queen, Prince or Princess for the pomp and splendor is not needed nor enforced with threats once you Know the Ledge as you see through the veneer of this realm and its paper thin performance. And yet, its oddly addictive, isn’t it? Billions served daily and many more in reserve, calling, in to claim their spin with a ticket for the baby brain that makes gods forget themselves and become one with the mortal plebs for this adventure in the flesh that is as dangerous as it can get.
Focus not on the one they said is this and that but the none that sustained and birthed it as well as the rest and you too may eventually gain a glimmer of recollection that illuminates the darkness within. The bridge across the ocean isn’t built with language as that will insist you take steps, buy a ship or learn to swim. No, one must allow the wings of imagination to unfold again, like a true alchemist, and this is what causes your spirit to uplift. The question I’m wondering is can this be gifted? Can one plugged in truly make the switch or must they be born for it? They say the hardest thing to give up is a condition that brings comfort in (aka a coping mech) as its designed so well to keep the rest of the mess hidden. Like a student who remembers when he forgets his parents were checking in to see how their sons education doth kick and thus he quickly scrapes up the dregs of last nights partying and hides it any place it will fit and opens the windows, real big, to let out the stench of the chronic whilst dusting and such things so when they knock on the door he lifts his head from the weighty tome, reading, and the notes next to him. That image is the actual reality of many in this realm because they don’t actually live their lyrics but pay obeisance to the big man in case the fat lady sings so why not gain some Gnosis instead by upping your res and then maybe you will pen texts with huge run on sentences designed to break the conscious limits of awareness by introducing them to aspects that rest on the other side of their head, chest and abdomen aka the Three Kingdoms. Once again, Know ye not ye are gods?
Flying over the abyss is an immortal with wings spread who comprehends that beyond the senses is the mind and beyond that its essence which manifests as the potent to reason and examine. Refining again we bump heads with Spirit which, its Self, is an emanation of that which evolves this realm. So say the observations of one reverse engineering consciousness in an order to make sense of the hand, dealt, and then how to play it to win. The first step is to still the five senses by turning in and learning how to chill the mind by creating the requisite distance from the noiZ which sings its songs of discordance. It may take a while to train this unruly chimp but, remember, they did the flip by convincing the elephant of your strength a small chain, back when, was enough to reign it it as without you, nothing kicks. This realm would not exist with a Soul to Witness it ergo you are not one from billions but the one within which billions manifest. Wrap that round your head till you get back into your chest and it makes perfect sense why you can tell when someone is staring or recollect an old friend before “randomly” meeting as well as the nature of syncs and blips that make the plebs yell “Coincidence!” whereas the Warriors goes in and sees dense instead. Up your res if you wish to disconnect and that is why isolation is a prerequisite because we are beings of resonance in the end and yearn for links but if one wants to go beyond this realm then get used to being along and by your Self for a moment as you quietly reflect about the rocks and boulders of thoughts and feelings thrown in the ocean of ignorance as you learn to discern the bits in between when its still for its from here the currents of truth do uplift and, before you know it, you’re surfing another wavelength that most don’t suspect but was quite common back when and all of the media filth, constantly drip fed programming and whole System thing makes sense because for the man who would be king to pull his grift he needs to make artful use of sacred symbols and theatrical deception hence the class with two teachers is always in session and yes, there will be much testing.
Reason will succumb to a request for silence once it clicks the wanderer is wondering on how best to leave this realm and return to where he left. The the Path of Power starts unfolding but the way is still dark, treacherous and paved with thorns of ignorance. Not only this but there are sirens, calling, as well as old habits you knew well and countless coping mechs that fit like a second skin who need to use your mind to live as they only exist due to what you give them which is why paying attention is expensive in the end. So, the Warrior is a miser in this respect, willfully ignorant of much in this realm as he sees the Game for what it is and is aiming at a higher target that is only hard to hit when ones mind is not Centered because when it clicks that he and thee are identical is a straight line in Tetris moment, par excellence, as the world they pulled over your eyes is ripped away and the true light mentioned off rip comes searing in and resurrects the third one in the mid that fell into a trance which lead to the Witness believing many things that are revealed to be ridiculous. I dare posit that this state is seen, if even for a blink, by the many who rose in bed feeling a sense of fakeness at what they accept before sliding back into the trance the spider spins as it weaves its web of influence around this realm by selling a narrative of being “just human”.
One sees the way on the Path with a combination of truth and dedication. That is the offering which is daily presented as oblation to your developing Gnosis and its erasure of forgetfulness that was enforced by the System as it sold one dream after the next to keep you plugged in to its feature presentation in which there was always something missing, unfinished business or another promise that sent you back to the wheel of time again to serve another life sentence in the flesh where your sentience doth thread around carbon again as a beacon of wisdom and resonance dipped into the hand of parents, ignorant, who can’t wait to make you as much as a mess as them even though they detest the life they live…
The Path remains supreme. Its deal never changes from the plains, caves or even coming days of the transhuman. “Why is this?”, you’re pondering. Simple, the middle will always be just where you left it hence get Centered in Self and live your lyrics so we can compare notes about the ascent as a simple meal when shared with friends is quite delicious and this feast is immense. Once you hear the Psylense the chains and ties that did bind in ignorance as well as the healed child who is freed from the heart in which he wept are revealed to be one and the same thing – itSelf “no thing” – which is everything and that can be quite mind bending as its easy for a cloud to float, overhead, and take in a snowman, frozen, on a hill and realize the steps taken to get into that mess but if you provide a slice of that same liberty and freedom to the same base resonance in its lowest vibration it may just flip its lid and think that things invisible are all around it and external aspects are putting thoughts in their head. Say, maybe the schizos were correct and are just malfunctioning mystics instead that need meditation and not medication, truth said.
At this moment of grace the state of transcendence makes its presence felt as each preceding step was akin to an induction which begets its own loop of hypnosis and thus the ties and pain of suffering which bound the heart to the flesh are uplifted and one regains that pure light of Inner Sense that comprehends who it is and when. Doubts and fears are all gone then. Karma is seen for what it is and can no longer enforce its racket as one is aligned with the all of everything and then the true mission becomes evident as one comprehends that all one can gain from this realm is what you possessed on stepping in and was never lost, in any sense, but simply obscured by dense clouds of ignorance that caused the glow of Inner Sense to dim so the electric company of Adulteration, Inc could send you a light bill and bulbs designed well to pop when you most need them as you run the psychosocial treadmill from one life till the next until you comprehend the depth of what I’ve said as predictable conversations and never ending conflict along with countless distractions no longer make you grin as you look around, wondering, “Is this it?”.
The best thing is, at any point you wish, you can awaken the Warrior within. That doesn’t mean you have to take all the steps to break links with this realm, no, no, no. Thats for the adepts but you’ll still be much happier than the plebs when you master the basics of your presence and learn that stress and fear only exists when the golden circle of Self is either red or blue shifted and this brings into relief the carrot and stick which leads one to wonder who wields it before the System reveals itself and the rest of what I said as we are, in the end, within a fractal that spins inside your consciousness and I am little more or less than a figment of your imagination that manifested to send this text to the depths of your awareness so lets see what springs up in the garden of your inner realms based on this resonance and how you choose to nurture or ignore it.
You ever wondered what makes someone flip their lid? Better yet, can you imagine how it would feel if it, to you, were happening? One of the reasons why I attest that I am the luckiest man is this realm is due to the fact that a lot of these so called outsane trust me more than they do their hallucinations. What do I mean by this? Imagine you lived in a world where not just thoughts and perceptions could shift but also external aspects as well. You may look at someone and the next moment you glance they are wearing the face of a relative and you carry on addressing the counterfeit with a rage at their fakeness. I guess this is why society medicates and isolates them, yes? Wrong. But that is something we’ll uncover as we progress. Getting back to the inmates of the asylum:
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking for you for ages” said the man under a heavy dose of psychotropics before launching into a mid sentence conversation which begins:
“So I told her “If you really are my brother then why is your face a girls?”. She, of course, denied this, with her curls shaking, and I thought “You must really think I’m stupid. There is no way I’m going to fall for this. So I called her a witch and left. Still, I’m really upset at my brother for trying to skip out on his visit and sending that imposter instead. The sheer disrespect”.
Before we get onto the obvious bit the reason why I mentioned they start off in the mid is because, in their realm, I already know whats in their head, what has happened and what they’re thinking as well. Why do they suspect this? Well, what would you do if, one day, you were walking along the street thinking about a childhood event and a couple walked by talking about a vintage show that was making a resurgence and one mentioned how the retro toy, back when, was their favorite and how they’re going to put in a bid to see if they can snap one up as a gift. Nothing big, yes? Except the memory you were recollecting was you, in front of the TV set, with said merchandise in your grip. What then? Brush it off? Call it a coincidence? Go home and Self reflect in order to make sense of what kicks or is a creeping sense of paranoia and the feeling your mind isn’t quite that private start to creep in?
What if it happens again? And again?
Lets pretend that back when you a friend you called best who had a mild speech impediment and always said “What are we doing thooday?”. Nothing major but it always made you grin as it was so endearing as it was his own little blip. Anyway, you are sitting on the bus after purchasing a ticket. Your mind is on other things and you notice but don’t pay much attention to the gaggle of teenage schoolkids who have just alighted and are busy roughhousing. Suddenly you recollect your friend and how you did pretty much the same and its at this point one of them yells “Ow! That hurths. Are you thoopid?”. Its like a hyperfocus zoom kicks in that shatters the rest of the scene to fragments and your attention totally zooms in on this one detail which then is juxtaposed and overlaid with your friend and things start getting real intense because, for you, time may be frozen and feel endless, outside its as invisible as water to a fish. The kids may or may not notice the ultra intense stare emanating from your direction and you probably don’t click his friends ribbing him about his false lisp that he than amplifies and accents for the attention as he starts uttering a phrase that was exceedingly similar to what always ejected from your friends lip when you met:
“So, what are we doing thooday?”.
The night is dark, the air is chill. You are home, alone, lying in bed. You can’t switch off. There are a billion and one voices in your head and they’re all saying things which aren’t really the best. No matter what you attempt you can’t rest and they will not relent. Its irritating because no matter how much you smoke, drink or pop a pill you always, always, always wake up at Two Forty Six with an immense shot of adrenaline and what feels like cold vapor snails leaves trails all over your inner realms. The sensation is mad unsettling as you can’t see a thing but you certainly get the sensations. Some of them move quick and seem to have a current. Others are more soft and delicate but you still sense them wrapped around your organs and radiant circuits in a way that never gets any easier to handle. Concurrent with this is an onslaught of voices that can either yell, scream or talk about things that make you feel uncomfortable, embarrassed or stressed. The only thing you’ve found that seems to help is sitting in the shower for ages. “For some unknown reason, just over fifty percent, it seems to silence them if I move with the right timing. I don’t know, maybe its the moons alignment, what I ate or something else?”.
In order to stay sane you start filling voluminous journals with your notes and observations as a) it provides a focus which generates a soothing effect and b) you are desperately trying to make sense of what happens as you know if you go to see the meds they’ll claim you’re off your head and fill you to the gills with pills as they size you for a padded cell as well if you dare resist what they said and state you’re not paranoid even though, in your head, they’re doing exactly what you expect to exacerbate the problem and this generates an immense feedback loop that swells into a full blown schizo event which, for them, proves they were correct and, for you, signals a descent into a living hell.
Really read these examples back again. Not just as mere text but take the bones of what I said and drape the flesh of your imagination over them and then step into the pic. Feelsee the tale, provide the detail and what you’d do next. That, my friend, is why schizos, schizo but there is another side of this lens which, for most people, is not worth considering as the implications are earth shaking. Ready?
Lets pretend that you had a dial of consciousness that went from playing the song of life in a background level and could rock up to nearly deafening that has the walls shaking as the beat is pumping. Better yet, lets say that the first one is akin to having a couple of drinks or a toke off a spliff. If you don’t partake you can imagine post coital bliss, the grin of one in meditation or something else you can pretend. The headbanging equivalent, however, is like being secretly dosed with a top class hallucinogen with some coke and heroin mixed in. Thats the difference between one who is outsane in the membrane and the other who is tripping. Did you notice what I did? Both of them are, in a sense, “schizophrenic” as the radio station is still broadcasting the same song but its what happens with the reception that makes the difference. Let me share another variable:
From the outside he looks identical to the rest but, internally, he not Knows about the dial of consciousness that can range from numb and distant to up close and personal but he’s discovered its actually linked to a whole EQ set and this, in turn, connects to a pair of turntables and mixer which allows him to shift his awareness up and down the Vertical Axis as well as time travel. At whim he can tune into the memories of his ancestors, listen to what his internal organs are saying about what he’s digesting or flash forward to coming events and change their manifestation. This is what the fully awakened Warrior brings to this realm and, in that respect, he swims where the madman drowns and its in these same seas we find a beach with lots of caves within which the 81% (who are well adjusted to this realm) are staring at television sets that show someone else frolicking on the sands.
The schizo could too have, one day, been sitting in a cave with the rest and a huge wave did crest that smashed the contraption and drew him out to sea where he flaps, studiously, trying to make sense of what the hell kicks as its all so intense. See, the water is still water and the sand too is as they said on the tin but now instead of mere messages of vision they are live and direct sensations instead. Its kind of like you, now, bumping your head and seeing the background cosmic radiation swirling through everything. A previously invisible undercurrent that connects everywhen is now illuminating your field in a way that is as subtle as intense. You spot the strangest of links, syncs and resonance. When you attempt to mention what they said people think you’re off your meds so you decide to communicate with art instead. They rubbish your offerings, call them primitive garbage. You die, broke and broken. Much later on, however, you’re hailed as a genius with a keen vision which captures something quite ineffable to the common man that is so moving and rich. A long time after this science discovers the blip that what you painted matches the fundamental forces of creation, identical. That, my friend, was the life of one Vincent Van Gogh and I feel that illustrates, real well, a lot of what I said in a way the average man in the Cave can comprehend and even imagine.
How can I say these things? Well, as I mentioned, schizos trust me and I get them but I can also speak the common folks language and thus there is a skill of what we can call multidimensional translation in full effect. They aren’t crazy. You are. I mean, look at reality and tell me it isn’t the definition of insanity? And yet, you accept it? Why? Are you a glutton for punishment? You know your vote is worthless and doesn’t change a thing because only a bird brain would pick a left or right wing without questioning the edifice that sits in the mid, prints all the money thats fit to spend and then sells it at interest before demanding the plebs pay it back with real blood and flesh. Isn’t that bit nutty? What about keeping up with celebs jus because Simon Says? Bleaching your skin or taking tan injections? Rearranging your bits? Putting a chip in your head? The list is endless and I haven’t even mentioned killing others because they think their sky daddy is the best based on what was poured into their dome, back when. No disrespect but I’m simply visiting this realm and thus may be in but am certainly not of it.
That is why, I suspect, I got on well with the nutters round the way because one of the things with a hood environment is that there is a lot of undiagnosed mental patients who are shell shocked from living in immense degradation or may be born to parents with a multi generational traumatic inheritance. By the way, there are two things I’ve seen as exceedingly common with folks who flip their lids:
One, they had a tough childhood which was usually marked by an odd relationship with the mother who was either distant, smothering, narcissistic or an addict. The options are endless, really, but something internally is fractured and this reflects in the relationship with her kid. Two, they were always of above average intelligence. Often this was intense and this is why we became friends as I was super imaginative and really creative ergo people round the way knew where the jit with the insane ideas lived so it is what it is. I didn’t look at them as nutters or strange. Far from it. The pimp across the street had told me, back when, that he is simply doing on a smaller scale to his girls what the government does to the rest because:
“Everyone gets F’d, kid. Thats the way of the script. I’m just ahead of the curve because being the middleman is best which is why I stay almost invisible but totally indispensable when it comes to the business. Get it? “Comes to the business?” Ah, I swear, the jokes write themselves!”.
This guy was, as we said, tapped in the head as he’d often talk to himself. Out loud. In different accents. His girls adored him though as he handled everything for them. All they had to do was shake a tail feather when he said and the rent, bills, clothes etc he’d manifest and thus they were one big, happy dysfunctional household in which the various jagged edges of fractured awareness fit together pretty well in a heady mix of sex, drugs and indulgence which, on the reg, worked out for them. Probably not the kind of friend an average preteen would meet but life on the streets is how it is and the Souls that roam the pavement are most interesting and thus we hit it off as he enjoyed a philosophical musing with one on his wavelength and his psychological skills were intense as he could measure up a man (or woman) in an instant. We had some crazy conversations and yet his point of view was so lucid and correct that I could not deny it. Bear in mind, where I’m from nobody says no to hustling up some ends. Its not that folks wanted to be criminal but if Reg down the road hit a lick and came up on some merch that fell from the back of a wagon you’d best believe no one would turn their nose up at a gift with a hefty discount and no receipt.
Thing is, they may have a need but no cash on their hip. This is where the second part of his operation kicked as he’d lend, with interest. Thats how he could tell who was a good credit risk and worth the investment or simply too much hassle to deal with as he shook his head and said “Next” as he sat, sipping his drink. “Why not him?” I asked him. “Well, he didn’t smell right”. Most people would hit a “WTF?” but I went with it and asked what he meant. “Something was off. There was a stench on him. Its always correct, that first instinct. Don’t listen too long to what they said, go with your gut feeling. I know he’s borrowed before and paid back as well but this situation is different so its not happening”. Turned out he was correct as the kid was due to be sentenced and was trying to get all he could get for one last blowout on the bricks before heading to the bing. When news broke the pimp said:
“Told ya” with a grin. The usually rigid boundaries between the senses didn’t exist in him, hence the shifting accents which I found fascinating as I knew I was speaking to different versions of him which hinted at the fragmentation within. I too exhibit a similar flex and it may be for similar reasons which is why we got on so well. Or, it could be due to the lives I’ve lived, circles I’ve moved in and the international influence that comes from having spent your childhood hacking phoneboxes and PBXs to use the protointernet without paying a thing and speaking to all types of interesting kids from across the planet who were doing the same thing. Mine isn’t as obvious as his, I don’t think. As another dude said:
“You never know who may answer if you knock on him. Why do you hang around with him, kid?”.
None of these people knew about the dial of consciousness but all used some type of trick to shift its resonance. I, my Self, wasn’t totally aware of it until after my latest kiss of death at which point I needed to become real familiar with a lot, very quick, as things had gone a bit Pete Tong when it comes to the link between my awareness and flesh as the latter was nearly dead whilst the former was almost free and quite vivid. Dangerous combination, cons and chess… Speaking of which, there was a dude who was a total whizz at it as he was, literally, seeing many moves ahead. When I probed into his mindset he said it felt like watching fish in a pond in slow motion. “There are only so many ways they can be moving and if I zoom in and skim a pebble I can predict exactly where it will go next before its done a thing”. Isn’t that fascinating? I thought it was. Here is what was actually happening:
The black and white board reps the Three D land we’re currently in. Time is as invisible as water to the fish. The view of elevation is the Fifth Dimensional shift that also happens when dreaming. Basically, he was using a form of active imagination and intense resonance that came from within and was totally intuitive. It is how he had survived coming up in a home as a kid where his parents were addicts and thus quite unpredictable. What is a child to do in such a situation but let rip with some pretend as he tries to guess what comes next in order to avoid a come down ass whipping. Obviously this meant that as he progressed his temper was quite intense but once that board and pieces were present he was mellow and zen. I asked, back when, “Can’t you be like this without the props?”. He asked if could high without a spliff. I conceded his point, for the moment. Later I’d find you could actually hallucinate just by breathing which is pretty amazing as the next bit is the most important:
What if oxygen was a hallucination? What if the entire realm is sleepwalking in a state of hypnosis? What if we’re actually gods, amnesiac, who have forgotten our true strength and resonance thanks to faulty programming? What if the so called schizo is actually seeing the Game from another vantage that is actually accurate and its the outsane that are the problem as they’re obviously well adjusted to a world so sick? I have my perspective, some of which I’ve shared in articles, but most of it is a work in progress as I’m constantly upping my res but I suspect if it were not for the totally honest and super real interactions, back when, I’d be quite different as well. Who knows? Maybe not, as one said:
“It must be nice to walk between realms as opposed to being catapulted and ejected at random”.
He really had a point as he spoke on the Vertical Axis before I’d defined it and, in case you’re wondering, this is what the the chess player would ascend as it started out a coping mech to disconnect from the din of his parents, arguing, about who is going to go shoplifting to feed the kids whilst the other goes to score a fix. “No, I don’t trust you. You won’t come back with it. Last time you vanished and I’m not going to be sitting here clucking with these hungry baskets doing my head in whilst you’re who knows where the F getting wrecked off your tits. No. No way”.
The example that set it off in this missive is easily explained by the regular world alternative of “I don’t know what came over him? He was like a totally different person” as we may not an internal shift but the so called schizo supplies the extra res to see it literally written on their dish. In the case of his brother, who did come to visit, he’d actually been dressed down by his boss for his lack of performance and this is what manifested when he turned up at the asylum because no matter how much he tried to grin and appear affable within he felt feminized and violated by a boss he hated in a job, detested. His brother picked up on this because the interesting thing about schizophrenics is they don’t fall for illusions – optical or cognitive.
Puberty is generally a time of increased energetics as the matter doth shift and melt then start to condense as one moves from a stage to the next. This is why, back when, poltergeists and such things were common with a girl who had just started menstruation. Actually, there is a fascinating link between paranormal things and electric currents we’ll have to examine as all of this is interlinked as Van Gogh attests. On the bus what kicked is the schizos weakly linked filter between con and subconscious spotted a resonance between an event, person and recollection which bought the lisp to the brink of his awareness. The excited schoolboy picked up on this, due to said factors, and beamed it back not suspecting the concept wasn’t generated by him. As you can imagine this seems quite disconcerting and but this reality distortion field is a “hidden truth” of mental health as plenty of shrinks have sat down to peer inside a mental patients head only to have them comment on a personal event from their life to which they should have no access. Never a paper written on it though. Wonder why? Same reason why no so called “scientist” has ever stopped to think why every single mad man, regardless of demographic, intelligence or any variable you can mention always, always, always says the same thing:
“Something outside of my head is manipulating my awareness and things are not as they said”.
A bridge too far for a species in psychosis, I’m afraid and that is why I push the pen to share some Game at this stage because the world is insane, my friend, but not as much as you who accept its madness without question and then shirk examining within because all of the Souls I mentioned actually spent a lot of time ruminating and reflecting on not just their lives, minds and the realm but a whole load of things which is why we got on so well as I am, I guess, a natural philosopher in the flesh as this came with no sanctioned training – just pure Inner Sense, doing what it does best so my thanks to the pavement and those who grace it. Your lives were not in vain as I intend to change the Game due, in part, to our conversation.
By the way, Mr Two Forty Six needs explanation. See, around Three AM the veil between the realms is thin. This is well known in esoteric meditation and occult circles as they tend to time rituals and events with moon phases and such things as they click the outer is projected from within which links into the background cosmic radiation because Van Goghs eyes had less filters of perception. I mean, have you ever seen a garden through a bees eyes? Its like a discotheque with lights flashing and all types of stimulus. Even our own skies are purple but who are you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes? Do the Knowledge, my friend. Do the Knowledge. Due to the life he’d lived and various means of astral (read: subconscious) influence the man in question was susceptible to non corporeal intelligence which, once he clicked, the voices were real but external he felt an intense sense of relief and validation. I suspected the shower was due to the negative ions its brings as we lived near the sea and, when the weather was clement, he’d noted way less problems as he was always beach strolling so I suggested he invest in some tech to generate this around the clock, which he did. He also added in massive doses of B Vitamins due to an imperiment, switched out a few things he ate and is now generally quite happy and content as he nipped getting washed out of the cave in the bud and thus avoided the chemicals as the drugs most def don’t work but will certainly make you worse.
Just a few blips from the bricks. And he was one of the better adjusted as the rest gave not a single F about the System and actively rejected its programming which is an interesting testament to the shadow Self aka a Game of three halves, in full effect, which we shall have to examine and that, in a nutshell, is how to stay in sane because if that is a place then its the ones outside that need their heads checked, yes?
Being born is an ongoing process that goes way beyond nine months in womb and the initial steps of coming to this realm. Above all else there is a sense of belonging, of being wanted, welcome and accepted that forms the basis of this. For some, this never happened. It can be as simple as the career woman who suspects she’s pregnant, whizzes on a test and sees what it says as she is filled with an immense sense of dread as she simply can’t take that information in as it conflicts with her hectic schedule and plans, already set. She may think of getting an abortion, recriminate herself for forgetting the pill and a billion and one other things before deciding “To hell with it” and settling into the concept of motherhood as the gift this is. For her, these were simple thoughts that came and went in an instant but for the child, developing, they were maelstrom events in which its very existence was threatened.
Consider a relative scale of impact and you’ll get my drift because not only is this fetus linked in to the nervous and endocrine systems of the one hosting its also much smaller and thus feels quite intense plus its only been around for a fraction of the parent ergo the kick of each thought hits like a neutron bomb to its senses. It has no lips and thus cannot scream and even if it did, who gives an F? Many born like this will come into the world feeling a tad skittish and, maybe, even develop schizophrenia as they progress for, in my practice, this is exceedingly common as the primal link to this realm is fractured by said events. Drug addictions are common as well as people pleasing or its flip – rebelliousness. See what I mean about the wounded womb hurting the seeds it brings in? The problem is this chain of ignorance snakes back for generations and some would say this is the cause of mans ills as we are quite content to dwell in ignorance and not do the Knowledge which begs the question:
Who profits?
Look around. Follow the money trail and who they say you should keep up with. This level of the Game needs broken people as that makes the tills ring as they run the treadmill but lets not get ahead of ourselves. By the way, did you know the heart is the first organ developed in a kid and, when grown, its electromagnetic field extends some distance hence why you can tell if there is something off with a friend even when they pretend its all perfect. Getting back to it:
I don’t use the word lxve as it spells “evil” when flipped. This is intended as the ones at the helm of this realm hate whats in your chest as it contains the Prime connection to the point of origin that manifests as Inner Sense. I prefer injoi instead because when you feel it that is the warm fuzzy sensation that manifests ergo “We injoi us” is far better than what ILY says as that is the evil eye, in full effect.
This sense of injoiment is vital as its part of the connection that links mother to jit (note, not kid as they are sacrificial goats. There go those spells again!) and them to the rest, in and beyond this realm. If you lack this it feels like something is missing but it is so resilient that no matter what kicks most will manifest in with it broadcasting on FM. Its a special kind of luminance, Ether is what they called it back when, and its why they say that it takes one hundred of the Adulterated to match the radiance of one jit in its natural element. There is an interesting link about what the mother consumes – in terms of food and content – as this lays the foundational bricks of the child, developing.
Back in Nineties, before CCTV and DNA tests, clubbing was like the Wild West as a) sex wasn’t available at a click b) interpersonal dynamics were a strength and c) the amped levels of test meant that it wasn’t uncommon to see someone get their head kicked in either out of frustration or simply macking on the next mans ex who he was trying to re-win. In those days people took the most intense of beatings, picked themselves up off the pavement and got back on with it. Then, around the late double ohs, I started noticing a trend:
Kids were going clubbing, getting punched then falling to the ground, dead. It was so common that the local press were all over it and yelping about what kicked. To me that was irrelevant as the question was what had changed to make this manifest in a gen as when we were on the bricks the sheer level of violence was intense and yet you never, ever heard of a death without a weapon in the mix. “Nobody can hit that hard” I said. And then it clicked. We were raised before the dearth of supermarkets crept in ergo this was the gen that was raised on Smart Price equivalents and nutrient stripped veg. Garbage in and this is what you get. Extend that metaphor to one watching what the horny housewives did whilst her child is developing and look at the OnlyFans gen and tell me I’m reaching. Its all by plan, my friend. See why I have a problem with the intent at the helm and the ones plugged in who daren’t question the narrative?
“Letting out what is within means you get yelled at and feel terrible so don’t do it again”.
So he didn’t. But the thing with the artist is you just can’t quit and when he was, as a teen, offered a hit of that sweet brown sugar in his system he found that particular blockage no longer existed and thus was caught in the net of creative destruction. Who knows what he could’ve been without that one imprint or, better yet, the Game actually acknowledged this and created ways to help instead of profiting. Once again, the ancient “primitives” Knew this well hence the time for initiation when boys became men and girls, women. This was a way of a grand reset that is akin to taking a wrinkled sheet and dry cleaning it to pristine freshness. Society, as a whole is missing this and into this void did gangs spread. Helped, no end, by the supermarkets in question as they left the streets wide open as the stores of convenience did bend and fold as they couldn’t compete with them. Its all intended, like I said. A multifaceted war that uses a multitude of weapons to one end:
Decreasing coherence.
Why? It makes the till ring and leaves people open for manipulation as they project this sense of angst and dread within on to those pesky infidels. This particular sketch began during the Industrial Revolution that intended to turn man to machine and, amusingly, that is literally happening in front of your vision thanks to coming transhumanist movement. What do you expect from the land of the stiff upper lip from whom so many melanated countries claimed their independence after having been looted, raped and brutalized in the name of “civilizing the savages“. More to heaven and earth, my friend… Do the Knowledge.
So, what comes next as the newborn in the flesh steps into this realm? Attunement. That means the one dealing the care actually needs to care about themselves otherwise its a pint mug and shot glass situation in which they can only provide sips that will not quench the thirst within the one developing. This can generate, as you’d expect, the “The world doesn’t get me/its not safe/I feel like I’m born on the wrong planet” imprint which, once again, makes the tills ring as they push products, pills and solutions that won’t change a thing beyond masking the symptoms. At best. Keep an eye open for the immense uptick in suicides among long term depressives, medicated, within the next couple of decades as scientists scratch their chins and state they are baffled as to whats causing it. Bear in mind these same plebs can apparently tell what Pharaoh ate for breakfast… A numb mother will be insensitive to the whims of her jit. That is just the way it is and thus certain aspects will yelp and she will not get this and may just do the opposite and then yell, in frustration, at how much hard work this all is. For the child this feels like a solar flare burning off the flora and fauna, developing. And yet, to who else can they turn for sustenance? The circle is quite vicious, isn’t it?
It all comes down to being heard, listened to and felt. How many couples argue over this same thing? How many do you think get the true cause of the problem is them and not the one they’re blaming? Not many, I’d bet. This is also what fuels the modern need for validation on the web whereas he who awakens the Warrior within places their crown upon their head and dwells in a state of Self Centered awareness which means heart, radiant. Once again with the spells as most think those two words mean arrogant or such things. Now this is a story all about how your world got flip turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute, so just sit right there, and I’ll tell you why you feel so insignificant:
Impostor syndrome is exceedingly common. Especially with those who achieve great things as they are externally seeking what they sense is missing within. That is akin to attempting to scratch an itch on a photo instead of flesh, and yet, people do it. They saw the hallmark of madness is doing the same whilst expecting different. In that respect, can you admit you’re outsane as the rest who do the same thing? This sense of grounding builds upon the previous foundation and, as you’ve probably guessed, most are already on shaky footing. Worse still they will pass the same conditioning onto their seeds as they do unto them what they felt, back when. How many children yell “When I grow up I’ll never be like them!” and yet, as they mature, they find their parents words dripping from their lips at the next gen? Wild, isn’t it?
This state is the basis of trust. Of our own internal signals as well as the realm as it is. A sense of safeness it begets and when it is missing people will try and fill the void with drugs, riches, sex and such things which, for a while, cover the pit but you need ever increasing dosages to regain the same thrill and this can beget all types of perversions etc… Just look at what went on at certain islands and the level of those who visited and do the Knowledge, my friend. Its all as intended which means me spotting it and pushing the pen is as well. No matter how much the Slave/Masters hate the one who sees through the Matrix and tells it how it is in a way the rest connect to the original wavelength and not the Adulterated signal they send…
The third step of development is trust. This one is so vital hence the axiom that mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of children. But what if she’s a derelict addict that cares more about chasing the next hit as you’re alone in the crib and feeling defenceless as you sense no one gives an F? All of this is, as you guessed, pre-linguistic ergo talk therapy is worthless beyond the endless pontification that doesn’t change a thing. Doesn’t mean it can’t be accessed as this is when the Pane Body is built. For reference, I believe that, within, we store all we pretend to forget in a state called Pixems. They are, as the name suggests, pixels of emotion that contain the whole scene, what we felt, the visuals and tactile sense. The first time I popped one I was astounded at the sense of time travel and spatial distortion as I was, once again, a jit and, like a bubble rising from the depths of the ocean, these energetics did surface, pop and release the tension as my limbs flailed and lips yelled at the injustice. To say that was interesting was an immense understatement and you can prove this, if you wish:
Find a point of your body that is tender and apply a constant, but firm, point of pressure to it for an extended period. Stop trying to avoid it. Befriend it instead. After a while the pain doth vent and you may or may not get a Pixem event as that bridge is, probably, non existent between chest and head due to years of suppression, disconnection and numbing. See what I said about wounded wombs hurting seeds whilst Thunking they feel well and mean the best for their seed, developing? This heart/mind connection is something we’ll cover at depth but you may wish to read this free eBook (linked) that goes into it in depth as its a hefty topic beyond the scope of this missive that uncovers the basics of why the world is such a mess.
Trust brings safety. They did an experiment with a single celled organism in which they continually prodded it each time it attempted to extend and sense its environment. After a while it gave in and felt the world was hostile and we all, in some respect, manifest this in our existence. Its called Learned Helplessness. A vivid example is of a dog in cage with a boundary within. One floor is electrified and the other isn’t. When the scientist hit the switch the pup did yelp and leap the fence to find relief from the problem. They moved it to another in which there was no way out and it barked then gave in and sat there, taking it. Worse still, when they moved it back to the first one in which escape was an option it didn’t even think of changing the situation as it was defeated from within. That is also how they train elephants as they take a stake and chain then place it around its neck. At first it protests and attempts to get free from what is restraining it but then it too gives in. As it ages it is so unaware of its own strength and the fact it could break it like a twig that it just stands still and is ready to be rode like a fairground attraction. Wild, isn’t it? Richard Pryor commented, with his amazing wit, about the difference between jungle animals and those raised in a pen. For humans that equivalent is the concentration camp wing of the System where you are told to “Sit still, look ahead and do well on the test or your parents will stress and may withdraw their affection“. Ugly truths are bitter pills but that is exactly how it is as you are trained, for nearly two decades, to accept mass sickness without question and those who excel regurgitate what they said best, with no questions asked. Some of us, however, rebel on instinct and thus get report cards, bad, that lead to beatings. And still we don’t relent as that splinter of the mind yells “What the F is going on with this realm? Hell no I don’t want to be like them!”. But thats a deeper topic…
We are now getting to two years in to your life sentence in the flesh and this is the time most term as “Terrible” as the child intends to individuate and push the limits. Remember the amoeba experiment. I knew a girl whose mother used to snatch her toys away and show her the “correct” way of playing with them. As you can probably guess she was a total mess who was hopelessly dependent on validation as well as stuck in various enmeshed relationships that mirrored this imprint. This part is actually very, very common as the raw energetics of a jit can either clash or complement with one or more parents. This is why, back when, the entire village did the raising as the children would gravitate to the point of resonance they needed at each stage and thus not get on their folks tits. The old extended family thing you see in countries still developing generally ensures a far greater level of mental health due to this as they didn’t forget the habit. Side note:
By this stage many jits are in the hands of paid caregivers that, often, do no such thing. On the flip, its good that the seeds are mingling with others also developing but its bad that the ones who bought them in totally abdicate their role in what they’re creating. Extrapolate to those who are teething on iPhones from incep and do the Knowledge…
In a healthy situation you’ll see this manifest as the boy who runs out to play with friends, swing from the trees and then runs into the kitchen to tell his mother what happened before getting back in the mix again. There is this ebb and flow which extends the safety net to generate a sense of autonomousness as each conquest is a notch on their proverbial belt. A man who lost his father whilst still a teen once commented:
“Whilst he was alive I felt like Teflon armor was present. I never acknowledged it as it was standard equipment but it was most certainly felt in its absence as things were never the same again”.
See how trust and freedom are hand in hand, my friend? This sense of autonomy builds up on the previous stages and this brings us to the optimal development of sexuality. This begins around three to five as we may note a sibling has bits we’re missing or are beginning to explore our flesh and the currents that circulate within. Some mothers slap away the childs hand and tell them its improper. Others are more exploitative as they use their son as a surrogate husband and a few are straight up perverse as they purposefully stimulate them for the sense of power this brings. This is actually way more common than you’d expect as the client in question recollected his mother used to, frequently, kiss his genitals and how some of those kisses would be lingering. As you can probably guess he grew to develop all types of addictions and simply couldn’t draw the link between his current life and said events until he sat down and did the Knowledge and reparented this aspect of Self without the exploitation.
This introduction of the pleasure principle is one of the factors that can be easily distorted in ways ranging from shaming to pimping and this often burns the bridge between their genitals and heart aka the Middle and Lower Kingdom. Such Souls tend to link no true emotion to sex or, on the flip, don’t have relationships and prefer to masturbate instead as the weight of the emotions, suppressed in, is simply too much to face. I find this extreme split of interest as its often either nympho or asexual and yet both crave the same coherence. Stranger still is when said folks do get into some type of relationship the other often mirrors a lot of their parent. “Make of that what you will” said Freud the cokehead. Speaking of, don’t you think its interesting how he gets the bling for his messed up thinking whilst Jung is mostly ignored but was far more on the button? There is a third man in this equation that went way beyond both of them and was expunged from the record. I’ll let you speak on him when you do the Knowledge as his findings on sexual energy, development, consciousness and the planet were world changing. Hence the suppression. Its all intended, recollect? Questioning the intent at the helm yet or the architect who sketched the plan for your journey in the flesh? If so, congratulations, you may just be one of the 8% capable of awakening the Warrior within and changing the resonance of this realm from this insidious corruption.
In many ways what erupts during puberty is a higher octave manifestation of this imprint and thus some folks sexuality is akin to a rose that buds through cement and must crack the pavement in ascent. Many don’t make it. Some have crooked stems and flowers, wilted. The good news is you’re neuroplastic and this is a hologramatic fractal ergo one who upgrades their internal OS by doing the Knowledge can, in effect, give birth to a better version of themselves.
A lot of strongly religious folks take a big hit at this stage. Both those who were raised by such parents, orthodox, or go on to develop this bent. There is also a known link between this and imprint and fascism, make of it what you will. In some homes it just isn’t mentioned and this generates a split between the higher and lower centers that causes all types of stress. Note, I do not like the current push of hyper-sexualization in the name of education that is pushed at children as I feel its pure corruption pretending to be something else as its the parents role, not the state, to nurture the seeds they bring in and how they plant the next gen. Once again, its the heart that is disconnected and one of the most familiar laments from this schism is attracting people who tick superficial boxes but leave one thirsting for that which they never mentioned. In that respect many relationships are akin to two empty glasses, tinkling, asking the other for what they, themselves, cannot give. A great case history is at the link of a man and woman who fought, without end, who came through with the question:
I suggested a log cabin in the sticks and a few hits of MDMA. What happened next? Read the article. Once again, here was a method that worked, really well, till they turned around and banned it as it was too safe and effective. Got keep the divorce lawyers rich, eh? Its all as intended but you can transcend the program and retune to FM instead of the AM laden noiZ they transmit. Always an option. The next three are the higher octave of the five we have seen previously. In that respect its akin to playing Mozart without having no piano training ergo nigh on impossible to manifest if you have dings in your subtle energetics due to bad imprints:
The first step is growth or, as I term it, involution. Why? Because it removes that subtle evil again and, second, its an internal process where the vicious circle becomes, instead, a spiritualized spiral in ascent. Here we see the resurrection of Inner Sense in its all its familiar newness much like the pleasure center activation at three is mirrored by puberty. We find an insatiable curiosity, a desire to see how things tick, a willingness to accept the opposite perspective and consider it at depth as well as so many amazing things that the vast majority of the planet haven’t got a clue is an option. Its like taking the previous circuits and dropping in new bulbs that are glowing. Its literally you but in a higher octave and this is why, ten out of ten, if I ask on a one to that scale:
People instantly intuit where they sit on the spectrum. This is a hint of their true potential, the multiverse effect and who they could be – should they choose to recode their internal OS. To change anything you must first accept the lay of the land as it is. Next, one must embrace the pain to win the Game and what follows next is beyond anything mere words in text could ever recollect but is always an option to one who dares awaken the Warrior within. As you may have guessed this absence creates a lot of tribal thinking, the Us vs Them mindset, “Death to the infidels” and pretty much the cause of all conflict. Its missing, as intended, because war is profitable and murder is big business. Both in the day to day of “Urning a living” (aka cremating your potential) to what kicks when the red heifers have their throats slit to build a new temple. I’ll let you tell it…
He who has climbed this hill and takes in the verdant vistas of abundance cannot wait to share these gifts and thus he wishes to be of service. Its interesting that Plato called the world as Cave in which people are enSlaved by an interplay of shadow and flame on the wall as they are strapped in a contraption that prevents their cognizance of what kicks. He who escapes and meets, face to face, the sun that shines overhead and was poorly replicated in this display can either A) go his own way or B) dive back in and help the rest. Do you know what happens? They hate him for it and Thunk he’s the problem as they’re so well adjusted to immense social sickness. Make that make sense and you just may click who keeps sending the prophets that speak the same message as well as who kills them, dead, and uses the seeds of gnosis to build forests of illusion that beget bitter seeds of conflict.
This process of finding your purpose truly gives life meaning in a way no till can sell and without celebrity endorsement. He who doth achieve this can claim, and mean, they are the luckiest man on the planet. And I am him. Keep on creating the Path by walking and you’ll generate a state of Self actualization in which you comprehend there is but one Soul in this realm, you are eternal and simply visiting this planet for an adventure in the flesh in this immense Game we all play using our Souls as credits as we interact with projections and mistake them for real things. Much like the shadows in the Cave, eh?
It wasn’t always like this, my friend. No, as the ancestors attest, previous stages were different and we, in the era of tech, need to be sufficiently numbed out and dumbed down to make silicon seem attractive. The sex robots are coming! Not literally, but they’ll present a pretty good approximation and anyone who says they are any less human will be worse than Hitler himself as people embrace their semi synthetic companions who are attuned by wavelength to service their whims and desires with no complaints (or hell) raising. Have we created our last invention? I’ll let you tell it.
Now, know this, I can speak on the above with quiet confidence as at each stage of development noted I received trauma instead. This wasn’t by accident as its a Satanic Ritual Abuse thing but, I can yell, that the map is effective and accurate as I came to reparent my Self, heal the wounds within, rescue my inner child from said demons and now sit at the top of the hill as a much better version of myself than I’ve ever been. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. No. I was programmed, off rip, to sell drugs and eventually kill. I saw the script for what it is, zigged when zaggin was requested, dodged a bullet, died, came back again and then set off on a quest to gain the ultimate emancipation from this realm as its my Soul and I’m taking it home at the end. The Slave/Masters can keep all of this and, in an odd sense of resonance, its because of them I had to do the Knowledge and can push the pen to help the rest in the Valley of the Plebs because if I’d had most of the boxes ticked I’d have been just as quietly discontent to run the treadmill with the ‘Work, Buy, Consume, Die” mindset they program into their captives. That was never an option, my friend. My immense thanks to the broke (and broken) denizens of the pavement who graciously laid bare their inner realms for the time I was practicing the subtle arts of healing until I came to comprehend that its me who actually needed this attention and they were naught but a coping mech and place to hone my skills before coming face to face with my greatest challenge:
The life I’d lived up until.
If you read this text and felt something reflect and wish to do something about it then yell and whip up a little something something to help prep for trek… Its like being on a plane filled with turbulence because if you place another first you may just pass out before you protect your own investment and this is why being Centered in Self is so important as it begets the “Each one, teach one” mindset that could flip the Game on its head and totally change the script for what they are planning next. In many ways my work is to undo what they did and that, as always, is an option I leave to you, my friend, as I am too busy living my lyrics as the Knowledge won’t do itself now, will it?
Much like the sense of being stared at this is something that is so common in this realm that no one gives it a second thought or searches at depth for the common aspects and bigger pic. Lets take it back a couple of decades:
A trio of new parents with kids that were not unfamiliar with my concepts were present at the drop in and asking how not to mess up their seed, developing, by creating a new imprint that would, hopefully, improve their lineage for generations yet to kick. I’d been offering various hints and tips of which the best stated:
“Feelsee what your child is saying when they emote. Build up a lex, cross ref and pattern so you can deduce which one means “I need to be fed” to “give me some attention” along with whatever else you can build”.
They’d been doing this with great amusement and found some remarkably consistent links in the nature of the tones their seed ejected at certain points. Then one came in and said:
“Mate, what the heck? So, we’d just put him down in the crib but he obviously wasn’t ready to settle as he kept on trying to get up so, eventually, we just left him to do as he wished and listened on the monitor. Now, we’d just upgraded this to one with a camera and could see him and what he did next was totally mindblowing. He was using exactly the same types of tones and phrases but there was a conversation happening! An actual exchange with pauses and surprise, amusement and grins. All types of things. It was way above and beyond what we could manage as my wife had been trying to speak back in the same “language” but whatever this was it was totally fluid, cogent and obviously extremely amusing to our baby who was looking around at things, invisible, that went that way and this as they did what they did. What the hell was happening then?”.
I later on asked the rest to check if they’d spotted a similar Pattern and they reported with a yes. Neither of the other couples had seen it at first glance as they wrote it off as baby chatter but when they invested in the same camera thing they reported findings, identical. “Time for an imperiment!” said I. They logged the nature of these discourses, where the child was most looking, tone of conversation, how they slept after this and all the details they could get. Then came the masterplan:
“I want one of you to stay at the monitor whilst the other, quietly, make their way to the room but do it totally silent and at random. Lets see what happens to this invisible party once someone else is present”.
What happened next was so strange that one couple dropped out and decided that was enough of this. I’ll let her tell it:
“Each and every time one of us got up to within 6 feet of the door the talking stopped, dead. Not a word was said. No matter how animated the previous conversation it was like the other party said “Quiet, the grown ups are coming” and the child listened and reined it in”.
Now, in a curious sync, this was also around the time another young mother complained her son was acting totally out of character and massively irritable since he’d got her up by wailing in the AM and just would not settle. I told her to go home and walk directly into the place that pours water, overhead, whilst dressed and hold her baby there as the current flowed over them. She came back after a bit with a totally happy little jit and I said:
“Wait a sec, could there be a link between a childs pretend friends that, once upon a when, were live and intense then vanished and what these poor Souls ravaged by a medical system built on symptom suppression but total causal ignorance are meeting?”.
The above imperiment proved it as the two couples remaining found there was an energetic boundary and they could influence the dialogue in the room by their proximal distance from said events. It was almost like their seed was talking to an invisible yet sentient presence that seemed to constantly delight them plus it fluently spoke their language. They were intrigued by what this could all mean as whatever it was was obviously ever present in this realm and seemed to mean no harm so what the hell was happening?
My view has evolved since then and the past few articles have incrementally developed the details for those just tuning in but I’ve stated, many times, that we are not alone in this realm and the brain creates not consciousness. Negs are the same thing that cause that sense of being stared at feeling in an empty build as well as sudden feel of chill or sensation of walking into a spiders web and reaching up to your face and feeling nothing. I posit that in the so called schiz this previously active reality filter is switched off and they see, perfect and solid, what is to others invisible.
Now, as I posit, these are the same forces that manifest as UFOs, aliens, machine elves, fairy and ghosts of legend. They change their fancy dress with times, were, once upon a when, exceedingly common and are attested to by all types of myths and legends. Study them at depth and you cannot help but spot the link with the Trickster myth and then extrapolate from this and you find another sync with the origins of plenty gods upon this realm. Interesting, eh? So, there was very little about said things on the net, back when, but in writing this series I searched “Have children ever drew their imaginary friends?” and, oh yes, that they did and the images are horrifyingly unhuman:
What do you make of that, my friend? I will freely admit that when as I penned this series of articles I genuinely had no clue where my freewheeling stream of consciousness was hearting and how the topics had got wildly esoteric even my own metrics. Now it makes sense as I sit here and push the pen because without the preamble and reality tunnel expansion this, as a stand alone, would make way less sense but, once again, accept not a thing I said but reality test. You have some concrete parameters, metaphysic, to imperiment with:
Their detection radius is around six to 8 foot from the crib. Note your babies rhythmic tone and swing to see how it encodes surprise, amusement and question which you can learn to guess from doing what I said and then see what kicks. The couples who engaged in this, back when, moved on to other things in terms of their childs development and I genuinely never stopped to think of asking them to draw what they spoke with as, by that age, they were doing other things like the “Lets all stomp our feet and yell and let out the tension” which is an excellent method of trance ending the Pane Body before it can even start building. Not only this but the child will shout exactly what offends them with no filter or fear of remonstration which truly builds their confidence whilst offering parents a glimpse into their inner realms, developing. Obviously you can see how there great things of more interest at this point in the imperiment as one of them yelled:
Which lead to a rather amazing conversation with her parents as she went on to detail that six feels ick and thats the exact scent that poured from her nursery teachers optics when she looked in her direct, no matter the fake smile on her dish or whatever her lips said. Turns out we, internally, are all synesthesiacs for a bit due to the intense hyper-connectivity and the rest but the synaptic pruning and general ignorance of this state ensures its all but dead in most of the populace. The thing is, to the mind developing, its taken as Self evident and thus not worth mentioning in the same ilk that a genius at tapping keys thinks everyone can do it. How often we downplay our talents because they come with no effort, eh? Anyway, I posit that these invisible friends are the same things some random hick sees as aliens as well as the same faces one meets near death and, get this, they react to ones subconscious and energetic presence which is why the Christian NDEr sees Jesus saying “You gotta go back, dude” whilst a dude in saffron robes meets Budes, in the flesh, saying the same thing but me, when I died, saw none of that and actually met a vast expanse of light that was clear as heck but that color doesn’t exist in this realm and it felt more real and authentic than this dimension plus totally familiar as well.
DMT trippers call them machine elves and they may or may not masquerade as “ascended masters” that provide channeled information and the rest. A word on this:
Its a subcellular phenomenon which we’ll probably uncover as time progresses and thus we are, quite literally, interacting with figments of our imagination which is super interesting as it “proves” there is only ever one Soul in this realm and our reality tunnel does what it does best:
Sell a reality that doesn’t exist anywhere except in ones head. Wrap your mind around this and I’ll bet your square watermelon expands a bit… Channeling is something that kicked back when as the Fox Sisters did their thing with so called “spirit communication”. Turns out they were faking it but it was too late as this gravy train was leaving the station and, recollect, whatever the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view. They’d started it as a teenage grift on their superstitious mother and then went on to become a phenomenon as it was the late Nineteenth Century and thus there was a lot of death present and people wanted reassurance that something, anything, exists and these girls confirmed it for them. What backs up my thesis is this:
If you study this phenomenon over time you’ll notice there is a curious link between the era, the medium and message. Theosophy took it to another level and said they were bringing messages from ascended beings with calls to unity in order to usher in better things then later on this pivoted to alien being like Seth and Abraham etc… Note how in the Fifties and Sixties man left the surly grip of Van Allen belts and thus a new vector of possibility was opened within whereas, before this, they were generally talking to humans that had left. Following Roswell we had Ashtar making its presence felt and during the Cold War they said “We’re trying to help humanity from destroying itself” and messages of the ilk up until the present day where they talk a whole loaf of fluffy spiritual BS but never, ever anything practical that could help. For example, a dude round the way was super into all of this, back when, and I told him to ask his link to provide schematics for a working water powered engine. The response was crickets but even that was interesting as it allowed me to sketch this:
I strongly suspect what is at play here is the exact same reason why so many high level mathematicians flip their lids. We are, to a man, prisoners of the left hemisphere of our head as it holds the linguistic aspect aka the bad thief of Christian reference. When this logic center based awareness forays into the realm of imagination and symbols in the next it finds a strange and alien atmosphere which can be activated, at will, by using a Persinger helmet. People strapped in report the strangest sensations and recall external beings that manifest or a presence that is felt and sensed. Starting to draw the links yet? Consider how psychedelics actually increase brain activity by removing the dampening of the DMN and you’ve got a pretty accurate handle on what happens as its quite weak up until the age of six then gains in strength up to ten and a decade hence its pretty solid. This thing acts like a filter on the subcon process which takes in billions of bits of data per second then its chopped, edited and represented inside your head based on what you think is important. That the practical neurology of the reality tunnel I’ve mentioned, back when. Now, drugs turn it off for a bit but depth introspection can totally remodel it as its akin to recoding your operating system at the base level which is, ironically, exactly how trauma based MK works as well. This is something I’ve lived and thus Know it well, but thats another topic entirely.
If you have severe PTSD or some other type of effect like this I suggest you look into Propranolol as you can take a one off hit, reactive the trigger and watch as the stored emotional stress doth melt as the memory is overwritten and processed. Why this isn’t a first line response I’ll let you guess but it is, in my imperience, something quite powerful. Now, to me, what is happening is this:
The stress is immense and the CNS cannot cope with the dataset and thus the left brain shuffles it the right due to fright and there it sits with the amygdala constantly scanning for it so it can release the loop as a vent and get on with the rest. Problem is we arrest this development and place it in the slammer of chemical intervention which neither fixes the problem nor erases the symptom. A simple off script of a common beta blocker does just this and I’ve also had miraculous effects on long term alcoholics that no longer wanted a fix when Baclofen was in them instead. I might as well also mention that low dose Naltrexone for Chrons and the ilk reverses the gut inflammation, permanently and quick. An interesting blip with this was the reports from clients of dreams, super intense, that were filled with messages and symbols of depth and significance which was quite fascinating but not as much as how wide I grinned when people who’d seen their food sources steadily decrease as allergies ramped instead finally being able to eat as they wished.
Tangents, yet linked. You know how I get, my friend. The point of the story is this:
Once upon a when humanity were like gods in the flesh. All of these forces were under our control and whim then, as the Yugas shift, they get externally projected. This may be around the same time the voice in head effect manifested and now, here we are, where the schizo who dares suggest that something is tampering with his awareness obviously needs meds but in another cultural reference he’d be revered as a Shaman that interfaced with spirit realms and helped his tribe to excel. I could add in how back pain is actually suppressed memories creating a painful distraction to prevent their remembrance but pictures say a thousand and I’ve nearly said thrice that so will refer you back to the image at the head instead…
Comprehend, my friend, you are the only Soul in this realm and truth is stranger than fiction when it comes to wearing flesh in the land of illusion.
How do you feel in comparison? Amazing, isn’t it? What, exactly, just happened? Well, if you saw a pool of stagnant water and mosquitoes were around the medical model would sell repellent for them. They may even install lights that are pretty expensive or sell you a net. What they will never, ever do is eradicate the true cause:
A lack of movement.
Look around, everything shifts, drifts and oscillates at a rhythm. You were born to move and its a clue about the subtle realms. Now, if you’re a member of the church of science and think this all makes no sense then I’d like to suggest you check the negative correlation between people with a spiritual practice and depression. Interesting, eh? They, on the reg, report higher rates of satisfaction, a feeling of protection and purpose. A lot of this comes from the congregation effect because, once again, the energetics are in effect. What I mean by this is illustrated, well, by the old saying of a problem shared is halved as groups have their own resonance. This is why, way back when, I changed the Game when it came to preventing relapse rates in former addicts by daring to suggest they should entirely disconnect from old friends, links and (for best results) where they lived as well. The ones who did had far greater rates of success than those that went straight back with clean veins that, soon enough, itched for a hit. Why? Subtle energetics and group fields. This is why owners look like their pets (or maybe flipped) and certain regions have accents because this stream generates a “Us vs Them” resonance which, back in the daze of tribal thinking, was essential for survival. Now we have Vocal Fry instead which tells the rest you’re dumb, vapid and desperately inauthentic. I jest, I jest! But then only the Joker could tell the King truth said and keep his head so there is immense power in myth, yes? Here is where it gets super interesting:
I told a dude, mad religious, back when that it didn’t even matter if Jesus didn’t exist. His friend and nemesis was an atheist and really leaned in to this conversation as when these two met they’d be at each others neck about their worldview and the rest. The Bible basher was aghast as the dude reeled off a list ranging from how its obviously a retelling of Julius Caesars time in flesh with a mythic tint down to how many crucified saviors came before Him and the rest. Each blow made him yelp in discontent at its medium and message until I flipped the script:
He was perplexed as he, frequently, offered faux praise and obeisance to said thing but “always in jest“. I went on to unravel something of immense interest:
“The Phillip Experiment took place, back when, where a group of dudes and dudettes (among them a former chair of MENSA, no less!) created a fictional character of the same name and attempted to contact him in the astral plane. They create a load of details, a back script and entire legend for a life he didn’t live then attempted to contact him using a seance type script. At first nothing kicked then one bright spark suggested they dim the lights a bit to make it more accurate. They did. Something happened which nobody expected.
They felt a presence. The air did shift. Tables were lifting and strange echoes were heard like a cavern was where they lived. Seats were on edge as the AV equipment captured all of this and the spirit replied using knocks to answer what they were asking and, get this, what he said was perfectly accurate. He has his own likes and whims but what is most interesting is how he liked to sing and appreciated music. When they were unpacking these events with their credentials and mindsets present they clicked that if a certain member wasn’t present that night he didn’t choose a track he did when they joined in ergo they realized each member was contributing to this fake spectral presence but that didn’t explain his quasi independent nature as well that went beyond the ken of their experiment”.
“Exactly. The fact that they could, as a clique, generate this semi sentient thought field which was built to spec and they engaged with suggests the mind is way more capable of doing things than we give credit. I mean, one of the most universal things with wearing flesh is children being scared of monsters under the bed, yes? I’d be willing to bet that if you could check their levels of stress and the rest when it happened it would be a genuine as, say, a caveman meeting a tiger on the plains. What, exactly, is happening then?”.
“Simple, its imagination. Kids are always saying the strangest things”.
“Like how they remember other lives with different parents? Another very common blip that science totally ignores. Getting back to Philip, they’d furnished his legend with a myth that he left his cold fish of a wife for a passionate Romani instead and felt immense affection for her as well. The pseudo spirit, unprompted, furnished the clique with details that were not in the script that left them all perplexed as they strongly suggested a concept of self. Now, it may be easy to write this off as an active imagination fueled by some drinks and merry making in this experiment but, on this very planet, there live a clique of spiritual adepts that spend their entire lifes in prep for death and they report exactly the same thing. In Tibet they call them Tulpas and are extremely similar to the Frankenstein myth of a creature, created, that eventually becomes autonomous to do as it wished. In the Easts occult tradition they use the term Egregore instead and they state that pretty much everything you see in flesh has a subtle resonance ergo the shape of an arrow or fast food logo and such things each have their own subtle imprint”.
The religious dude said:
“Ah yes, this is very Jungian. Archetypal language of the subconscious, yes? I know a bit about this as one of the congregation is an analyst. His takes are of interest as he is definitely connected to the Holy Spirit as his clients state he works miracles that help when nothing else did. A soothing tongue is a tree of life”.
“Correct” I replied. “There is an immense overlap in all of this when it comes to the Venn diagram of the currently unexamined and it all has to do with the powers of the ment because, at present, you have two hemispheres in your head-“.
“Yep, call it advanced science dressed in the flesh of scripture if you wish but the facts are solid as modern tech attests that the brain does some pretty spiff things than can be caused to glitch via electromagnetic fields or breathing techniques etc which generate, on demand, feelings of a ghostly presence or divinity itself”.
“You know” said the tech “I often wondered if all of these old prophets weren’t just epileptics or such things. The parallels are immense because they often report a similar flex called the Aura effect where they feel serene bliss and see things that don’t exist”.
“Like the inventors friend, yes? Or John Nash and Tesla, himself“. I reminded him of the kid of a true, blue scientist who he knew really well that was, by his own admission, a straight up genius who spent his whole life invested in finding ways to create a water powered engine to help wean this beleaguered planet off its fossil fuel dependence. He nodded his head.
“It doesn’t matter if Jesus existed or not because we created him, either way. Oh wow, OK, now that is something interesting because the whole birthday thing is actually wicked as sin, if you’re religious” whilst glancing at his friend. “Because way back when it was hailed as an offering to the Pagan Artemis and the cake reffed the Moon with candles, illuminating, as the blow sent your wish in her direction. Come to think of it, your whole belief system is littered with it”. He grinned, relishing what comes next. “From Easter Eggs to the whole resurrection thing which actually encodes the solstice event and Halloween as well. Its just old things in new dress ergo it can’t be divine writ or such things as there was already a tradition that was simply co-opted”.
“Think of the symbols” I interjected “And draw links with the Egregore thing. It needs to be fed, from one generation to the next, otherwise its dead it draws it sustenance from the land of the living as it dwells in a realm, invisible. A good way to comprehend this is intuition which is Spirit in motion, from my lens, as you get an immense download of information in an instant which could just be the right hemisphere unleashing its bolt from the blue at a billion bits per second to the bedraggled bad thief who knows not what hit it which is why it takes ages to decode the message. Or, better yet, you could reasonably argue that everything man has ever invented or will first came from imagination as Tesla attests for he built his fantastic things in head as a prototype of tech which always worked as sketched”.
“Yes, I will admit he was a peculiar gent and super OCD as well. But you know what they say about genius hitting a target that others cannot even imagine“. He stopped himself, shook his head and grinned at the rhetoric and interwoven links, unfolding. The religious dude had quietly been listening and piped up with:
“Yep. The labels change but the underlying resonance remains and that I find fascinating…”.
On the conversation went and you may be wondering “What the F? I thought you were talking about the occult metaphysics of depression in this sketch? What kicks, my friend?”. Well, I’m glad you asked so here it is:
You ever met a chum with a grin and then sensed, super quick, something was skew whiff? What about that time your dog was barking like mad at nothing at all then, all of sudden, got super Zen like this invisible influence got the message? How about this real life tale of reincarnation in which a man, dead, came back to fresh flesh as a little kid and took his murderers to trial and got them clinked as well? Interesting, eh? The first bit did kick as you sensed your friends energetics which is from where the whole vibes thing does drip. Its also why twins report the oddest of things and their moves often sync with no external rhyme or reason. The dogs scent thing is way more intense than we of human flesh and Jacobsons organ allows them to track pheromones as well. Mix in hearing which is double specced to what we possess and eyes that see fine in low light and you have a pet that is almost made to comprehend that which, to us, does not exist. The twins and reincarnation thing are all covered in said articles but, basically, we have layers to our being and using certain ancient practices one can take them to the gym, if they wished, and develop the Siddhis of myth and legend that allowed some pretty fantastic things, back when. Who can concentrate like that these daze, eh? Maybe its intended? You ever noticed how an old school friends drifts into your head just before bed and, the next ray, you bump into her totally unexpected at the market? Stranger things have happened but the thing with everyday miracles is they are invisible to all except the one seeking.
Its all about accountability, in the end. Jung said that what man accepts not from within manifests without as fate instead and its so accurate as this dude was an occultists occultist that plumbed his own depths then returned with the elixir for the plebs. His colleague, Reich, was ten steps ahead of him but he clicked what actually underpins the illusion of government and why man is such a mess so they ex-ed him from the record and labeled him a kook instead. A kook that could, at will, make it rain and, so is said, cured cancer as well. Really think about what I’ve said and consider the bigger pic, my friend, and you’ll see that if one thing is admitted as real we will have, interpersonally, reinvented the wheel as the old story doesn’t fit ergo one must quit the BS that says things like “The brain creates consciousness” and “The Simulation Hypothesis is just this“. The latter is, in my sketch, on the button and most accurate and, in an amusing sync, computers run “daemons” as well which are invisible programs that perform critical tasks in silence then lapse until needed. See how well it all fits, my friend? Now consider what happens if you offer a population, ignorant, the chance to allow Siri to sit in their iris as the apple, pre-bit, comes as Techno Sapiens offering wings of silicon bliss? Consider it another layer of fake that further disconnects the delinked from their Prime resonance in this funfair of the flesh, if you wish.
What if, back when, they removed the real link and its access is via the imaginal realm hence two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” and peeps feeling a mood from within is merely a symptom of being well adjusted to mass social sickness? Consider why art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend, as we progress because Crowleys entire quest was to link with his Holy Guardian Angel which, wouldn’t you know it, is the same as the Greek Daimon, the Hindu Atman and Tathāgatagarbha of Buddhist reference.
Some people click we’re stuck in a dark place filled with ignorance. Others can’t wait to decorate their cave so they can show off to the next about how they’re living the best… Thats the real cause of depression, my friend. A lack of resonance. You can take what I said as truth said, an elaborate metaphor intended to sketch ones inner realms or just a work of fiction that was penned for entertainment. The bigger question is why do we constantly engage in the same things whilst expecting something else? Why are so many people constantly chasing a standard or event they’ll never get and believe, fervent, that when it happens life will be perfect. Why does nobody else click that no child stepped into the realm feeling like this and thus there must be something they either learned, inherited or met without question? Could that explain the draw of tech with its ancient occult in modern dress aesthetic?
What if they removed the really real for a few gens and now intend to sell back a counterfeit and thats why people grip their phones from A to PM with lots and lots of attention lavished therein when its black mirror presence is the same John Dee used to communicate with “angels”, back when? And thats before we link in “channels” and “programming”… I mean, its not hidden, is it?
Man, Three K words and barely scratched the surface of the occult metaphysics of depression. I guess I’ll save that for when we examine suicide instead because, in case you didn’t guess, its the same process times ten but the parties playing are way more malevolent as they’re in the business of collecting Souls instead of merely draining them as the exact same process wack inner dialogue that refs past events is present but screaming at full belt and thus it doesn’t take a genius to click that what the so called schizo sees as Self evident may just be that at which your dog was barking and, in another interesting link, it was studied and found that said presence in childhood decreases the chance of later lid flipping whereas a cat doubled it. Make of that what you will…
