If you are currently working on a project or something that just needs that extra little something in order to be “perfect” know that that is a coping mech. Of what? How should I know, its your childhood so dive in. Thats where the problem happened. You’ve heard of the term “anal retentive”, yes? For some it means full of excrement or others take this as uptight and tense. What many don’t click is the psychosomatic link and I don’t mean in terms of the “all in your head” BS that docs use to push pills but as something perniciously invisible that weaves its influence:
You may have a stressed parent who herself was anxious and then you come along and form in her wounded womb soaking up all these things to reflect in the flesh what is was she suppressed. Thats a deeper topic but one that is most certainly correct as we’re links in a chain like kinks in a pipe that are made of generational pain which explains the state of the Game. Anyway:
Perfection is retrospective.
Some people polish the hell out of something and then still think its inept because they don’t comprehend the sketch of this coping mech. It means that, whilst developing, you were either compared to a sibling, some imaginary standard or were hit with the meme:
And sends you back again. If you hear this lament trace back the sensations below the neck. Feel what constricts, what seems ick and then just breathe into it. Accept it. Don’t reject it. After all, that is how the rift happened and ever since then its been signaling for your attention so just close your eyes and sense. Miracles can happen because once you build this bridge a slew of events, one hid, are now free to swim and thus you recollect the torrent of rage so immense about being told your best wasn’t a good fit for someone elses standard. Let me give you an example:
They’re all isms, schisms and divisions because we are unitary sparks of consciousness that are akin to light poured into a prism which splits then reflected into another which rearranges. “Almost but not quite” – in full effect. Or an attempt to replicate perfection by first destroying it then remixing it aka the Kali Yuga mindset. Think of how the great sculptors have said they simply have to chip away at what isn’t to reveal what was always present, within, and you’ll get a pretty good outline of the sketch and why, as a creative, its best just to start as is and keep on improving as you progress. You will never, ever hit perfection out of the gate unless everything aligns in such a way and that is a hint that the forces are beyond your grip but do manifest through your consciousness so when opportunity comes knocking go with the flow and see what kicks. I mean, a good thing is questioning why you do this? What is the end Game? For what stakes are you playing? Exactly where is this itch you’re attempting to scratch via the attention of the public? This is the shadows depth I mentioned as there is always, always, always a suppressed feeling and event that – often – fuels the need to be “perfect” as it screams for attent but also wants to, paradoxically, remain hidden.
Shades of lights being rearranged in another prism, eh? See, its all interlinked. Just like how silence is the most famous band member on the planet but whose contributions (whilst essential) are uncredited. Think about it. Some people do hit it big and then find that nothing inside shifts. If anything, it brings the pain into clearer focus instead. Enter drugs, sex and distractions. Its a massive grift because the only way to convince gods wearing skin they’re mere mortals is via institutionalized ignorance and religions based on shame and threats which are, coincidentally, two of the lowest vibrations that cause the thorn of the (false) self to fold in whilst developing and generate that voice in your head which says:
“Yeah, its OK. But it isn’t perfect. Why don’t you go tinker with it a bit before presenting? Then it will be fabulous and life will be correct as we rise with a grin and we’ll finally be good enough“.
That last bit is the fuel that spins inside most peoples mental engines but, shh, don’t say it too loud as they may catch feelings. Creativity is a natural human occurrence. Check any child with crayons as they try to capture their imagination on a page then present it to teachers or parents. They call them “lessens” for a reason, eh? Note how the glow dims around the age of six and soon they stop asking questions for fear of seeming stupid and not long after this another square watermelon exists in this realm where straight lines don’t happen without man made tinkering… This urge to create should pour out of all in this realm and, in many ways, the AI generative thing gave people tacit permission to share their inventions but with an invisible link in the mid that mediates their presence. Kind of like religion. Like I said, its all interlinked as we’re within a fractal ergo one trick has many facets and the same amount of Souls in this realm that project everywhen.
A lot of people THINK about doing the work as a balm that prevents real rubber on road traction ergo they may brainstorm, watch another vid, listen to what someone said and read a book as well whilst whipping up a work schedule, cleaning their room etc etc. All but what needs to be did. Why is this? Don’t stroke the coping mech. Sit with it instead and question its intent. It wants the best but it doesn’t have all the resources you possess even though it can see the present moment from the eyes you share as its back there at the kink, the time the glow dimmed and hose stopped flowing. Address this and the rest handles itself. I promise.
Nine out of ten who did said the same thing when they came back to regular consciousness:
“Didn’t feel any different”.
The last one replied with:
“I was faking it, didn’t have me fooled for a second as I ain’t no mental midget!”.
Shifting gears for a bit, have you ever drove home after a long trip and wondered exactly where the miles went as you only seemed to become present when bending the corner to your residence? How about spending a moment after being cornered by a total bore that won’t stop yapping and take the hint that feels eternal? What about the flip and the time you were out, bopping along the strip, and you ran into a slim and started kicking it and, before you knew it, the street lights were twinkling and it turned out you’d been standing there talking for hours that melted into nothing but free flowing momentum that was totally effortless? What do all of the above prove?
The whole world is in a trance.
Most of them we inherit. The rest we build from a heady combination of ignorance and never stopping to check the tale in our head we chase without end as we run the treadmill and secretly sing:
Won’t happen. Never will. Ask the celeb who went from broke and struggling to topping the bill if his inner realms shifted or was it just a better class of distractions he could now invest in. I riddled just this and the answer that came from twisted lips said:
“You know, I like you. You’re a complete bastard but I like you, nonetheless. Your questions constantly mess with my head but they do make me think. Well, to be honest, it was better when I was on the come up than making it big. Everything is fake as hell. My old friends look at me like a meal ticket and won’t stop arse kissing whilst the haters hate no end. The rest of the people who are plugged in are all paper thin and no one wants to keep it real. Thats where you come in but I only wanted advice on a mix and not the usual freebie bonus of a head trip!”.
“At which point from past till present would you say that life was the best?“.
What happened next comes later in the article but, for now, try it your Self, my friend. Pick a moment and dive in. That one, its perfect. The one that came to mind, unbidden. Don’t merely skim the surface but truly step in and relive. Feel the temperature and temperament. Were you with some friends or alone in the pic? Step beyond the image and amp up all of the sensations like you’re time traveling and in perfect alignment with what was and still is because the truth of the matter is we ain’t this but actually Spirit but thats another topic. Now, imagine if we could do the flip and project to a time that doesn’t yet exist then retrace the steps to now and do exactly what was needed to make it manifest? Wouldn’t that be something? What if I said you’re doing it perfect as the life you currently live is based on thoughts you etched back when?
Oh, sure, nobody was sitting in class, doodling, thinking they want to spend their life in a cubicle. And yet, it happens. If you invest in the timeline technique you’ll swiftly see that your entire childhood was edited in your recollect so where are the missing elements? Step into the darkness to gain enlightenment and you’ll see how the dude who dreamt about dancing was made to fold in by a teacher calling him Bing which made the class laugh and then he never, ever thought of investing again. Until we met. It started with Dicelife which he took to super well then we upped it to the Mental Flex Challenge and the man was flying as his feet barely hit the deck and he never broke a sweat as each step was perfect. Life flows when we flower, remember this and then look at your own and tell me what kicks.
How many in this realm have lived and died a death without ever stopping to comprehend they can’t be the voice in their head when they’re obviously that which listens? Next time this vicious bish is trying to get you in a tizz I want you to remember what I said then close your lids and bring your attention to the back of your eyeballs instead. You’ll note a shift in sensations and resonance. Next, challenge it so if it says “Nay, ye cannot do this because of X, Y, Z” instead of accepting on spec then going along with its suggest flip through your Rolodex instead and see what happens next. Let me give you an example:
“You’ll never get thin and fit. Its not in your lineage or genetic inheritance so forget it” said the voice in her head. She combed her mind and dove in to beneath the surface and recollected a time she had managed just this, for a moment, and felt an immense sense of pride at the accomplishment. Then she thought of old pics of her clique and how it was only her parents that dove in for second helpings with plenty on the dish so got to wondering. Suddenly she came upon an event that she’d barely recollected in which they were speaking of a famine, back when, that lead everyone to pick up sticks and move to another continent and how the land of milk and honey was all they said so they made sure to take their fill because the future was uncertain. She came running to my drop in with her notepad in grip which housed the revelation and shared it. I told her to try something simple:
Eat her breakfast in the PM and have dins on rising.
She looked at me like I’d flipped my lid but the previous methods had worked so she said she’d try it. At first she couldn’t stomach the thought of a full roast spread and the rest plus there was prepping it so she just skipped the meal and hit the bricks instead. The voice in her head didn’t like it and replied with all kinds of things but I’d warned her of its tricks so she internally yelled “Lies. All lies!” because she had ample surplus to ensure she would remain fed with naught entering her lips. Lunchtime came and she was famished but I’d said that she should slow down and enjoy every morsel with eyes closed if possible. Which she did. Then felt a pang of guilt at what she’d left and that paled in comparison to the perplexion that kicked at how she could possibly be filled after eating next to nothing. Home she came and as the rest tucked in to a full spread (as she was a great chef and always made everything fresh) she sat eating cereal:
“But, I did make my dish and place it on the side ready and waiting”.
She slid off to bed with none of the usual tossing and turning she’d mentioned and found herself rising before the clock had dinged as she was totally famished. Sprinting through the meal she halfway did click it was a marathon and not a race to get it in so then decided to go for a walk instead to let that digest as there was still ages before it was time to clock in.
I’m sure you can guess the rest of the script, yes? What, exactly, happened? Simple:
“Eat your fill when it comes because there is no telling when this gravy trail will end”.
See, her folks a gen back were slim and trim and the obesity only happened when they made it some place else where the resources were more abundant. For their children who were raised in this environment they constantly filled their heads with how good they have it and how they had to walk ninety six miles to school and do their sums with a broken pencil when they were their age type of thing. Some things stick, others didn’t but the portions were always to excess and one must scrape the plate as well. If someone was sad or depressed? They got well fed. A celebration? “Lets cook up a feast then!”. I’m sure you can see the problem, yes? For the woman in question the matters came to a head when the school said her portly brigade were making the scales tip in a way that had them concerned for their health. At first she let rip and said she was offended but later recollected what I’d mentioned about intense emotions offering hints about things that we’ve suppressed and thats when she decided to lead by example. And failed, due to the voice in her head which said:
“You’ll never get thin and fit. Its not in your lineage or genetic inheritance so forget it”.
See how she examined the trance and made better decisions by clarifying the context and options, my friend? It really is that simple because its never too late to have a good childhood as well. Even if the first one came from Hell. This is a more in depth process but its based on the same timeline I mentioned because those bits you can’t recollect contain endless resources you can unleash in the present moment and, most of all, what people live is a huge coping mech in which the (false) self dangles a carrot in front of head to prevent them from ever stopping to sense the feelings below the neck. Read this script for an example of an exec that burnt out before the win but, in reality, was finally spreading his wings and elevating above the treadmill as he now raids tombs instead. In a figure of speech, that is. This is another reason why what you watch and what it says about your inner realms is a huge tell as he’d been moving Lara since her D cups were triangular pixels on the screen all the way to HD but never, ever dreamed it was his script to check out sites, ancient, in the flesh as he watched documentaries instead of doing the real thing. He simply upgraded his trance ergo a breakdown can be a breakthrough if seen through the correct lens but don’t expect any so called medical professional to tell you this as they’re in the racket of pushing pills that don’t solve a thing but make you dependent on what they sell. A pertinent example:
Tests were did in which they took the same active ingredient for pain killing and pressed it into white pills, as standard, and some fancy gel capsules as well. Both were handed out by medics in white coats with the usual somber flex and they were asked to report the effects of subduing their suffering. Can you guess what happened? Yep, the colorful ones that looked special did win but what was most telling is the results were identical in the control group as well even though their contents were nil. See what I mean about the world being in a trance, my friend? Say hello to your Reticular Activating System:
Do you remember back when your friend first passed his test and you saw his car everywhen? Before this that precise make and model was next to invisible as it blended in with the rest but due to the immense grin of you and your clique now tasting the freedom of locomotion your RAS said:
“Ey up, our kid, this is important as those chemicals were kicking. Lets keep a note of this and when we spot it from the billions of bits of data we process, subconscious, we’ll offer it up to the place in their head where that nattering voice dwells and currently houses the Witness”.
And so it did. In case you’re not familiar with the term at the end it is who you is in and beyond the flesh, awake or dreaming in bed, this life or the next as well as simultaneous. But that may be a bit too metaphysic. The point of the matter is you can reprogram the RAS as well because we have a stack of filters to perception that are strung together to build what I’ve termed the reality tunnel effect that is totally invisible and thats what makes it super slick as people cannot imagine being anything else. Until the shift happens and they accept the new state as Self evident and, sometimes, ascribe this to other things as they simply do not believe they have so much power within them. Why is this? Well, that is a whole nother topic which takes all of what we mentioned and expands it to another level but those who did the Knowledge and started filling their timeline in often came head to head with the single event after which they stopped asking questions which then lead next to the time two words did shatter their inner realms and then the sky is the limit as I’ve found imprints from the womb when a career woman was stressing about whether to accept or reject the seed developing or across generations and all types of things.
Inherited trances.
Its a totally natural thing, hence the highway hypnosis thing because the subcon that I mentioned took the wheel and, in many ways, that means Jesus was in ascent and I say this not as a diss or anything religious but merely a reference to a higher state of consciousness and it was only when you snapped back in to the familiar velvet lined pit you call your everyday awareness that you came to and realized the whole trip went off without a hitch. An interesting parallel which ties all of this together in a way that spells freedom from the old way of living is how each and every sportsman on an elite level knows the Zone in which time stands still, the noise falls to nil and they’re no longer thinking or putting any type of effort in because it hits by itself and the target it aced ten times out of ten. If it didn’t, they weren’t in it and were faking the funk instead which loops back to the artist in question who’d prepped his mix and everyone around him said the album was lit but, deep down within, he wasn’t feeling it one bit. It was a quandary effect as the voice in his head was now manifested as everyone else whilst his embodied senses were saying something else in total silence hence he needed some fresh ears and new perspective as well. What motivated me to ask that question? Simple, he’d made it big by bringing something totally fresh and unique but since then had been dialing it in and not taking the old risks as he was scared to brick and couldn’t imagine not getting the acclaim he once did even though sales, increment, had been steadily falling but not too big to shake up things. He ended up walking to the future and what kicks when the audience hears his latest offering and they agreed with what he felt beneath the neck and said “Can’t he come up with anything different? It all sounds like the rest. It was once new and fresh but its getting boring as hell”. Now he had a sweat pon brow and fire in the pit as he erased all of the sessions and went back to pad and pen. Once again, we moved through time to create a vision, perfect, and what came back was something totally unexpected as he shifted his genre, production and topics that, once again, had him tingling. No need for a quick hit or fix as it was the pure thrill of trepidation and not knowing if it would hit because it was not so much out of field, left, but from a totally different orbit and not his usual flex. This meant having to learn new vocal tricks, audition different producers as well and so many other things that it felt like starting all over again. Except this time he had a budget and following but, better still, was being real with himself and it reflected in his lyrics and beat selection as the album was super honest and totally genuine so even when some grumbled and left as they expected a retread it bought brand new listeners in who expanded his reach again and this inspired him to master the present element before shaking it up again because, as he said:
“I remember just hating how cookie cutter it all is, back then, and I wanted to make something I’d like to hear myself. How ironic that I ended up doing exactly what the rest did as the biz is totally different from within and now I get why artists say the best work they ever did was when they were broke and starving as they’re literally singing for a meal, deal or whatever you will. Its easy to get fat and then keep coasting but man oh man, that thrill!” he trilled, before adding: “You’re still a total bast though which is why you were the last one I was calling because I knew whatever happened it wouldn’t be what the rest said so thanks for keeping it real“.
Now, as your starter for ten, let me share some neurological insights into being human:
On a scale of 1 to ten with the single repping wackest and double digits as the absolute best, firing on all cylinders and doing it big version of your Self, which one are you at present?
There it is. The peak of modern civilization, summed up in one sentence. Go ahead, tell me I am incorrect. That I’m a jaded malcontent whose disaffect is so intense that even emo teens think I should reign it in a bit. Maybe they’re right, who can tell? Or it could be the reason they purchase a wholesale identity off the shelf is because they secretly miss the throne that I mentioned, back when. See, that place is termed Inner Sense. It can never be lost, traded or stolen. Simply misplaced hence the ego tries to sell you what you already own. Ain’t that something? Listen, in life nothing is certain so there are no sure things so the odds are you can fail in everything so why not make that attempt in a field where you truly feel you fit? You will have to wrestle with the demons of the mind, among them:
Exactly how does one do this? Go through the motions, give the old somatic wheels a spin. You will note a tightening of the jaw followed by a stifling of the breath, the isolated neck that attempts to downpress what you wished to reject with flowing tears and emotion. The rest I’ll let you fill in but this is the hallmark of the well know Stiff Upper Lip that, later on, manifests as “My back is giving me gyp” that then becomes stooped over with a stick. It is really, really slick. You have to hand it to the forces at the helm that designed the compression algorithm that turned the unfinite fount of Inner Sense into a trickle (double billed) you call Adulteration. Most people are miserable but they would rather die than admit this. They’ll yell and lament about things beyond their grip which is akin to having an itch then scratching a photo which, if you look at the Insta gen, is quite accurate. Stranger still is how we buy in and validate the deception… Sometimes you just have to tell Aunt Bunny her mustache needs a trim. Then you get the belt, yelled at and told this is incorrect. See how the lies are pervasive, my friend?
Your true talents and skills lay underneath so much conditioning that it is akin to breaking the house you’ve built to access the foundations. People do not want to do this. They’d rather plan their next purchase or how to create a little slice of comfort inside their own living hell. Many will actively resist pondering to this depth but I cannot help but think such things as the abyss, intuited, between the character I animate (at present) versus what I know is possible are an Alpha and Omega thing. And yet, if you decode the glyphs inside their ecosystem they tell:
At least, that is what they said to me but I rejected their offering and learnt, instead, how to balance my chair on two legs. How is that for a life skill? Now, the purists could yell that I know not a thing for they placed Alpha at the head and Omega was the end but the truth of the matter is something else for this script derived from Phoenician and thus the first being last and the flip isn’t exactly how they said. “Aha!” yelled the Architect. Know the Ledge, my friend. Another way of looking at this is the square watermelon effect which shows you exactly how and when they pulled this trick by building invisible limits around your shell whilst developing. Never to be questioned. This is why the more educated you are the lower your resonance as all your credentials have proved is that you regurgitate on command, really well…
The ego tries to sell you what you already own. It truly is a wicked pimp. And yet, he has billions in his grip for the (false) self in the heads of a Muslim, Christian and atheist are all identical. Ain’t that something? In an interesting twist, if I were to pull the real Self all up out of them and hold them, hidden, how many Souls would be placed in my fist?
If you said “One” you are correct as we are all resonant aspects of the Prime who pre-exists but that is a whole nother topic… Seven hundred and so articles I’ve spilled ink and pushed the pen to say the same with differing tints. “And for what?” I’m wondering. Good question. Good question, my friend. See, if you don’t have self doubt and the ability to flex things then you are, by definition, rigid and stuck in an imitation of the life you truly want to be living. Most will fight to their death their right to subjugation which means that we may just have a secret S&M fascination… I’ll let you tell it when you consider the way life is, how many live and what they gleefully accept as “The way it is“. Me? I don’t have that problem. I enjoy cracking the whip, pun intended. The first one I made submit was the one termed (false) self and then the rest made so much sense. By the way, do you know why women are attracted to criminals who have nothing to give but disrespect and wild sex? Exactly this, my friend. Not many who run the pavement have a PhD in grip but they see the Game for what it is and elect to choose different. This rebellion is in them, off rip, neither school nor parents could beat it out of them. Wasn’t happening. Its also why they often display a quick wit, endless charm and are so magnetic as well. Because they’re natural watermelons in an artificial environment and thus they roll as they wish.
The irony of thinking you can purchase this with centrally printed banknotes that are then sold, at interest, to a concept known as “government” is, frankly, ridiculous. Like I said, the whole planet is schiz and only the true nutters comprehend the shadows depth as they fall not for illusions. So they medicate them to hell. Ha! The irony is as amusing as tragic… Listen, nobody else in this world can define you but your Self. Anything else means miserable in fancy dress. Take a look at the rich and famous for proof of this as well as those who made it to the stars from the pavement as they lament:
The rest fill themselves full of pills and things to prevent this thought from materializing. Its a fix. A swizz. A con. A trick. The sooner this clicks the swifter you up your res and start asking the bigger questions. Like who keeps sending the prophets and who insists on killing them, dead? Why do we run around behind cults of personality that fight over the letter whilst crucifying the very Spirit of the intent? I think about these types of things, to the chagrin of the forces at the helm because the one thing about a spark of light in times of darkness is that it brings illumination. Try and tell that to the people, transfixed, like human moths to the black mirror in their grip. And yet, I persist. Like Mr Anderson. Let me give you starter for Zen:
Look at obstacles as challenges. Something that was custom built to generate more freedom by forcing you to face the ignorance that came to accept limits from what is, in essence, unfinite. Make the productive. Think like its a puzzle or Game, if you will. When it clicks and the lock opens I’m certain you’ll sport a grin. Fall down five, get up six. There is no failure, only feedback in this realm. After a bit it becomes a habit and you’re in the grip of Level Five thinking as you grasp a clearer pic.
The great thing is that you reading this can Know the Ledge and choose something else because the subconscious gives not a single F about anything beyond replaying old Patterns.
Your word is a sword and repetition hones the edge but don’t believe what I said instead pick up that pad and pen and retrace your life steps using the timeline effect and you’ll spot what I said and how this was all pre-etched but like Flammarion doth hint:
I write like this because I’ve put the work in and let me tell its lonely on top of the hill as you stare down at the valley of the plebs and wonder “What the F?” as you take the scene in.
I mean how many times do you think you’ve read this text? Isn’t that the 8 billion Soul question, my friend? I think it is matter of fact, I’m certain.
Yes, they know the Game for they built it well. A pimp once told me way back when as a jit that what his brings to this realm is nothing else but the government just in a local thing for his girls came to him of their own free will as he offered what they need and thus as he said:
“The Game is totally mental and I mean that in both terms but these herbs won’t comprehend as its way beyond their ken as they accept the script and do what Simon Says but I peeped what he does with the tax on the taxes of your taxes type of thing then sat back and chilled as I spoke the lyrics:
“What always sells? Never has a recession or dips? Gives not a single F about what people pretend but simultaneously scratches and itch that is essential to all that live?””.
And thus was the genesis that made him purvey flesh but beyond this he was a student of the ment and how it can be shaped controlled and molded by whatever one says and another accepts because the theater of the mind runs a private show in your head where you’re the audience and actor who performs to a script he did accept as he never stopped to question any of the things that I’ve said.
Just another street parable mixed with a practically metaphysic tint because no one will ever give the education needed to overthrow them as they’re comfortably living well whilst your brow sweats and tears are shed because crime doesn’t pay, my friend it collects instead.
The sword in the stone encodes the word and tone and two hidden serpents as well that the ancients termed Ida and Pingala way back when. In the mid? The vertical axis very narrow and unlit its strictly for live men and not freshmen so if you don’t have the minerals then say “Hell no” because on each other side sits fractured mental health but if you’re pressed to the edge and totally ignorant of all of this you’ll happily repress and never question the narrative.
Ah, its a beautiful trick which is why its also said that the pen is mightier than the sword in the end because its an extension of the same thing ergo the medium and message I’m beaming via the internet is designed to awaken the Warrior within who is in the end the child you from back when that was taught to sit still look ahead and do well on the test as they etched the image of a pyramid that said:
“One sits at the head. You must listen to him and the edicts he sells via the curriculum your teachers will pour in. He who repeats does well on the test and finds a world built for them to slot right in”.
Krishnamurtis rebuttal is concise and swift for he stated, with his usual eloquence that it is no measure of mental health to be well adjusted to profound social sickness so who, exactly, are you trying to keep up with and what do you hope to gain at the end of this quest because if the goal includes approval that comes from someone else then let me spoil the twist:
In the interim recollect what I said and watch what your lips said then monitor whats within as you trace back its origin with a simple question that says:
What was the feeling that left the imprint? Feel it now in the present with all of your awareness and then don’t be surprised if your eyes get wet with a sting as the tumult of suppression shakes the foundations of the building I call the (false) self.
Being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul. I know how you must feel, reading this arrangement of code as you ponder the man who says such things:
Everything you thought you knew you knew and the bit you knew you didn’t is eclipsed, entirely, by what you didn’t even suspect of which you were totally ignorant. You are in a uncharted realm. You stop and take it all in. Lets say you catch on quick and start to comprehend that the screen provided a simulated experience for the true playa who links in via a medium of control that translates their intent into electrical impulses which directed your actions. You sit there and are, in one instance, in both frames of coherence. Your mind starts to melt. The solid snowman you accepted as the life you once lived as a fervent reverence to ignorance is now torn to shreds as you can see it was an immense fib. Something with says:
A lot about a little now makes way more sense. The strange sensation of time compression whilst dreaming is now revealed to be a time, offline, whilst the controller was busy doing other things in different realms. In this period of stasis your mind was still racing with the events you had lived as your runtime process formulated new algorithms which would be used for your next spin when the playa stepped back in and dipped into your fantasy realm. What would you think next, my friend? For me the answer is Self evident:
Lets say you form a link, manage to bridge the gap as you sit:
“Hi, me. Its me, you”. Doesn’t that sound like something straight from the loony bin? Doesn’t the plight of the so called schizo who fathoms the first step to this adventure in the flesh suddenly make way more sense? The actions of the gatekeepers (or Agents of the Matrix) is now rent, crystal clear, in your mystic consciousness. You sketch your hypothesis about them too being in a coherent collapsed fragment that, like a box, has a flat viewing aspect for the diorama to unfold in. Cue the mind glown symbol. He says:
“Affirmative. Way more than you’d expect as my runtime algo is more intense due to its lower res. You know how a baby wails like the world is ending?”. You nod your head. “Well, take that and times it by ten then factor it a bit and you may just get a glimpse. What glows my mind is that when you pressed X to do this I heard a voice, deep within, that motivated my actions. For all of my life I thought I was it. Hey, wait a second, I’ve just realized that none of the past events I used to accept as gospel actually happened as I was prefabricated with these whys and when to mimic an intelligence that gave the character depth”. He starts laughing. “No wonder the others seemed so basic. I truly am the main playa in that realm. Are you this as well?”.
One of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul is the baby brain effect as it takes what is, in essence, a Titan and turns it into a pilgrim instead. Are you listening? It is, from then on, trained in a way that is totally relentless. As you take this in you ponder the events, formative, your recollections and such things before a cold, hard reality dawns and you start to comprehend that you truly can’t prove a thing because, like he of the screen, those memories may be invented to present a depth to your algorithm and its stimulation of a simulated consciousness. The only intelligent question that can be asked in this event is “What is real?“.
Ah, the old brain in a vat hypothesis which suggests we interact with figments our imagination by using a device that was built with the singular intent of selling an illusion to those plugged in. You start hyperventilating and he joins in, in unison. Suddenly there is an explosion of light and fractal patterns and the both of your minds meld into a singular thing and you find your Self in a place where the colors are different plus much more intense and, stranger still, there is nothing to point at with flesh. Nor is there a story in your head. You just are. “Pure consciousness, glad to make your acquaintance” says something, in silence. You take in the new wavelength and begin to comprehend you’ve cracked the shell of the cell and why atoms don’t contain a thing beyond a tiny energetic imprint that draws the rest in to a state of coherence. Instantly your awareness says:
“Is there another level beyond this” and the moment it is asked the answer does present as you shoot through an inversion that is built of bipolar spin and now all three of you sit in a state of immense coherence which has levels like a lift. You see you, sitting on a couch and the life you once lived and believed was authentic as your implicit faith the Sun would rise in the AM then it blips to the computerized equivalent who process your controller press via a voice in their head they used to Thunk was then as you, in that instant, do the same thing as, together, you leap another octave into a very strange realm that seems to have less boundaries and things happen, super quick before this scene, again, shifts. This repeats a few times hence and now you are in a place that seems saturated with wisdom and resonance but its totally ineffable ergo cannot be described in mere words but certainly felt. Another aspect is sensed and the whole process begins again but what comes next makes the rest of the steps seem like leaping from learning your ABCs to solving the Riemann Hypothesis and doing so with a grin without breaking a sweat on the brow that doesn’t exist and, as this kicks, the retrocausality does its thing and this is how the pixelated leap made its quantum leap of consciousness that set off a chain of events that culminate with you sitting on your couch, processing this code that I’ve sent into the depths of your awareness and things are never the same again.
You start hyperventilating again and, in that instant, a whole load of pain and regret you’d rapidly suppressed comes raging to the surface as you find yourself thrashing on the couch in a way, most intense. The playa has also chipped in and this sets off a cascade event in which you shift your perspect and go through the whole thing again. “Am I tripping?” you think. Then you recollect you stay sober as it gets and find yourself back in that higher realm with its familiar newness but since you’ve upped your res you can now shift, at will, between the realities which is a straight up Neo in the Matrix moment as you start to sift the various spins in which your consciousness was identical but had new stories poured in which bring their own tint to the narrative as you start to comprehend the character on the screen that started all of this was not, technically, coded with sentience but it simply reflected the attention you poured in as it processed its dataset based on the limited input it gets and then, once again, you are sitting in the tree again but from a higher vantage feeling an immense mellowness percolate through everywhen as you danced the rainbow bridge and also lived to tell.
What would you do the next day? Head back to the cubicle as you start to comprehend why its just nine to five? “Because 8 to six may just kill a bish!” you yell, laughing. This energetic current resonates through all aspects as the universal constant as the gossamer wings of curiosity you didn’t know you possessed start unfolding and they’re powered by the winds of creative imagination as you zoom in to a scene of you sitting, scribbling, a jit with an intense yet effortless concentration as you said:
“Hi, me. Its me, you“. The other version plays it super cool and, with a grin, says:
“I’m the one that made all of this happen because in every spin, no matter what or how it kicks, I’m the universal constant that they split, folded in on itself then used the same trick to create TV sets and approximated realms within a simulations grip to further lure your consciousness into interacting with figments of your imagination”.
You’re impressed. You had no idea you were this erudite, back when. The younger you grins and says:
“Don’t think, feel!” as you instantly comprehend he’s talking in emotive pictures instead which you were decoding with your habitual frame of ref as, super quick, you’re back in a state of coherence as the other bird which sits in the tree of life and then you’re flipped to the couch with a controller in your grip staring at a black mirrorwhich was always the biggest hint that the power of the mind is so immense that it can create a reality then suspend it to buy into another illusion and this has been going on since who knows when but the amazing thing is the rest is also happening in the same instance so its a case of wavelength which can be modulated by how you shift your breathing which inspires you to do it again and you can probably guess the rest of the sketch because at one point in the trek you’ll pick up a pen and write the following text as well:
“Being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul…”.
If one were engaged in a Game against a devious scamp that used every trick in the book to keep you on the hook of ignorance in order to prevent your feet touching the hallowed ground of wisdom. Would you rather know now or when you’re dead?
That, my friend, is the 8 billion Soul question because the thing about the Prime connection of your Spirit is that it is identical to that of a jit around the ages of four to seven:
Curious as hell about everything and a totally fresh breath from heaven that steps into this realm overflowing with questions. Note how they accept naught on spec and readily reality test? Even if that means sticking a fork into a socket. Thats just the way it is. And could be again. Not the electrocution bit, the curiosity is that of which I’m speaking for you all agree you inherited your eye color from your parents, yes? Well, what else came along with this sketch?
See this text about the bundle for a hint then see if you’re ready to accept the challenge of questioning everything you accepted as a “fact”. You may just be surprised to discover it isn’t or could be but only as the merest fragment of a much bigger, awe inspiring pic. Take this mysterious thing known as “god” in this realm. Sure are a lot of deaths in “his” name, yes? Who commits the killing? Why, its human beings. How is that for a starter for ten? Why? Because their duck god must claim supremacy over the fake rabbit who pretends to be the one true thing. Its a tale as old as time itself and even that, if we examine, is a huge fib. For example:
Only now exists.
That means the now’s that have been we string into a narrative called “past” and the ones yet to kick we call the “future” instead. And yet, from now you can beam to any one of these places, in an instant. Isn’t that interesting? If you look at a child they are totally here, now. They use both sides of their head and have a full body resonance which manifests their pure Inner Sense in this realm as they run around playing. That is god, my friend. And you are it. It needs no religious texts, scripts or pulpits as they are merely vehicles for profit generation via the manipulation of prophets sayings by men. I know, the truth is bitter as hell but that is only because lies, familiar, are sweet saccharine. The devil is the voice in your head that, at present, says “Pay no heed to this BS. I am thee and thee are me” which is a massive fib you can disprove, if you wish, by asking one simple question:
Question everything you accept as fact and the repetitive laps you’ve done around a track, predictable, since twenty six will shift and open an octave as the vicious circle loosens the grip of the square around it and both blend to reveal the gold spiral that ascends. That is what we’re all seeking, in the end. Some call it “heaven” but if you say that word flipped it reveals when most will get that golden ticket because all of the things said in text and rituals with the rest are earthbound things hence “Be as little children” aka pure Inner Sense. The rest is total Adulteration and thus lies need constant reinforcement and false gods demand bloodshed. The thing is, the best fibs contain ninety nine percent of what is correct but presented in a way designed to skew your perspective. For example:
I was standing on the pavement discussing the practical metaphysics of hemispheric dominance and its subjective effects on consciousness but, to keep it interesting, was reffing the crucifixion as most people are well aware of this concept. Even if they don’t know its actually about them, at present. The parable went:
“Jesus was hung on a cross pon the hill with two thieves either side of him. One wicked, the other repentant. You’ll note the bad guy was constantly jibber jabbering telling Christ he ain’t nothing etc etc whilst the other got the message. Well, thats your consciousness. Before that voice started talking you were constantly drawing, dancing and singing. Super creative. That was when Christ within, lived. Then your parents, emotionally dead, sent you off to the nearest concentration camp for schooling. You know thats a term they use for fish, yes? Well, how invisible is water to them, would you guess? That is how hard it is to spot the tricks of the predator of consciousness that, daily, crucifies your potential. But, lets pretend one pokes their head above the surface or spreads its wings of which most are ignorant they’ll rapidly come to another conclusion that something is definitely missing from whatever they poured in their heads, back when, as they were trained to run around a maze made of glass that is thus hard to see but most certainly felt when bashed against. The kids that don’t graze a thing and regurgitate on the test are well equipped and totally conditioned to miss it and thus congratulated by not only the voice in their head but System that erected it as well. The ones who wish to go some place else and find obstacles instead are labeled as disruptive and possibly medicated against their will. Some don’t relent and chip or smash the glass into bits. They’re the schizofish as suddenly they’re aware of the fact that there are nets, trawling and a huge maze, sprawling, which signals another intent that, somehow, feeds upon them…”.
After this I requested said denizens should go use their hand, opposite, for the next three to six rays and see what happens. Most reported it felt mad awkward and ditched the imperiment. Others persisted and one commented something of interest:
“Man, listen to this. So, I did what you said, yeah, and you know how I’ve been trying to quit cigs? Well, they sort of tailed off themselves as it was no longer an automatic thing of raising one to my lips and lighting up as I had to think how to grip etc etc and then I’d be like “Why am I doing this?” and no longer wanted a hit. Thats pretty amazing, isn’t it?”.
At this point I threw him a bag of pills and told him to ingest three to six of them per day and watch the cravings evaporate. And they did. The concoction? N-Acetyl-Cystine. Works really well with the anxious as well. I shared this as a real world example of what kicks when you ask questions and do something different. Many are genuinely not ready for this as they don’t wish to be happy but correct. The thing is, ignorance weighs like an anvil of beliefs whilst curiosity is feather weight and free. This is also the key to manual dexterity as you’ll note that old peeps are hunched over and shuffling. This is due to the immense weight of Adulteration and seeing what they expect and has nothing to do with aging for there are tribals which still live to be super spry and fit well beyond eighty six. The difference between them and modern man is they are not disconnected from nature, the planet and elements for they see it as an immense garden which they are caretaking. Obviously, this is not what the corporate interests want you to think hence things are designed to break quick so you replace them and make the tills ring and throw the rest in a landfill. The other end of the pitch is the Industrial Rev that turned men to machines and, you guessed it, school was part of the deal with its box ticking and no second guessing Game of Simon Says whilst religion was the OG blueprint of mind control in this realm hence the “divine” right of kings and the rest. Like I said, not a diss to your beliefs or anything and its telling how every single creed had its sects of rebels that went beyond hearing tales of touching the hem and wanted to kiss the face of the ineffable and they, to a man, came back to tell the rest:
“He is me. I am him. You as well. There is one Prime who pre-exists and we are it, wearing flesh as we wander around this planet looking for what is doing the seeking!”.
When I say this I’m not quoting anothers lex or Ctrl C, Ctrl V’ing a statement I read some place else but sharing the gnosis I gained by dying and coming back again. Since then I’ve engineered various methods for shaking off the chains of ignorance that I’ll be sharing, forthwith, as the people certainly need it for, either way, the apocalypse will happen. With or without the squatter man dancing in the heavens as the 1% run to the hills and bunkers they’ve built only to emerge in a few gen as the new “gods” of man as they fly a drone overhead, take in the antics of a village then issue a booming edict:
“He did this, she said that. We see everything and are legion. Most powerful. Accept us as the one to worship and we’ll furnish you with the knowledge of harvesting along with the fine skills of booty shaking and makeup as well“.
Then they dip. The people are in a tizz as they’ve been reduced to mass ignorance since the day the sky fell for they know not what plant does which nor how to fix their ignorance as their ancestors were totally dependent on a false System that no longer exists. One night an immense voice belts from everywhere at once as a light show descends that turns P to AM and says:
“Very well. You have not made a decision and for this we shall punish for we are vengeful. Behold, we have the power to make the sun rise at night and tomorrow we shall extinguish that light from your skies as well”.
And they did. Except it was an eclipse they knew was coming and took credit for the appearance to scare the natives to submit. Now tell me, my friend, when Zardoz comes back for another spin and seeks a few fine virgins made as an offering along with their worship – do you think anyone would reject? I’ll let you tell it but all I’m saying is how, to us, the above seems not only possible but inevitable as it would be quite easy to trick a beleaguered populace that knows not what hit by using currently off the shelf tech that was stashed in bunkers in which the rich hid and rode out the storm that rearranged the planet only to pop up as “gods” again as they shared what the rest forget then set one against the next and profited from the rivers that run red. Into this the Prime sends real prophets with a message, genuine, and I’ll let you guess who kills them and inverts what they said as they await the next cataclysm from the heavens. Hey, I could be incorrect. I’m just asking questions, imagining and pondering. By the way, did you know the first “gods” of this realm were nearly all linked with the Trickster myth? By their fruits shall ye know them hence why the Apple is pre-bit and Siri (flip it) intends to sit in your childs iris to bring Techno Sapiens to this realm. Same pimp. Different tricks. 8 billion living hostages who will kill to protect what is exploiting them in life to death and back again… And in case you think this is a diss, recollect as I quote a line from each of the big three currently at each others necks:
“We are closer to thee than thine jugular vein“.
“What is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow man. That is the whole Torah; the rest is mere words; go and learn“.
“Know ye not that ye are gods?“.
Ninety nine percent truth with one massive fib thrown in… Be the difference that makes the difference and Know the Ledge, my friend. It doesn’t just apply to religious conflict but every single thing you accept that was etched in your head since back when. Update your internal OS so your children inherit more than yesterdays ignorance because your parents didn’t and this is the world they built.
Things that make you go Hmmm… – Like how no Epstein charges or info doth kick beyond the media circus of endless distraction since they X’d Dr David Kelly and got around it to liberate oil for the West. Or how they dumped Osama in the drink like he was Megatron or something due to their religious respect but Qadaffi was dragged from end to end as they beat his corpse to death on the pavement. When things aren’t consistent it often means something sketch is kicking. I wonder about these blips? Do you notice them, my friend? Like this:
Compared to this which comes from official channels and, strangely, glitches out at that bit:
I wonder about these type of things as there are no limits in my head and thus its all up for pondering. No intent to cause offense but when the only Souls in the realm that don’t fall for optical illusions are medicated against their will for daring to suggest invisible things are tampering with their consciousness and, to date, not one so called “professional” has stopped to think why each and every one presents a remarkably coherent narrative from the days of the Industrial Revolution to the present it certainly gets the “Hmmm” lamp lit inside ones head, yes?
The leaders are deceivers they protect them but serve us not what you think or what they said cos its all a trick the Game is thick yet paper thin for one who sees through the tints they placed in side your head way back when then they said:
Hack your mind change your life up your vibe and then tune in to what is true my friend learn to discern the facts from fibs that are made big and then repeated from the parapet again and again.
Lets impeach the president repeal the legislate that planned to make Slaves of men if not thee then thine jits for Techno Sapiens is in the wings as Siri slides in to their iris then its a wrap again for Thirteen K and counting when there is was and will be options my friend.
You ask any human being what it is they truly seek and they’ll say with certainty “To be seen”. Granted, some will arrive there quickly whilst others will meander through various streams of consciousness, deceit and trickery to meet reality as it stands and expressed, succinctly:
Actually, if we’re keeping it a bean, since the advent of the net this has became the main mode of being when it those plugged in and that is because its designed to exploit various drives in your subconscious by hijacking them via pixels and notification that liberate the dopamine from within as other people attest the validity of your presence. Like beggars with golden bowls, unaware of what they possess. So many are set adrift in this realm as three words sing from their chest and motivate their actions:
Like me, loathe me, hate or reverie me but please notice I exist.
Celebrities are the worst specimens and also the perfect proof of this as the bright lights of Hollywood draws in their broken spirits to be further fragmented as they play roles within roles and thus forget themselves in the performance of a lifetime. A pimp once told me that that he never turned out a woman who hadn’t sought him out to play that position and those in the industry will attest to the veracity of this because the streets are the streets and tricks will remain tricks, no matter how big, or old, or obvious as that is why people fall for it.
“Make my life valid. Pay attention to my existence” are the words unsaid and yet perched on the lips of so many at this moment as they thirst for that which they can’t give themselves. Often these things can be traced back to childhood events, what else? After all “Give me the boy and I’ll show you the man” said the Jesuits and they’d know a thing or two about that, in the Biblical sense. Behold, we are sent as lambs among the wolves dressed in the flesh of the dead they killed as they pretend to protect but in reality are simply ensuring a steady supply of their own sustenance via the blood of innocents.
Hollywood too is built just like this. Its wild how many parents will pimp their childrens talent to these agents of darkness and illusion as well as those who were already lost and wash up on their doors willing to do whatever it takes to get in. That truly is the half of it as these people are adepts, in the magical sense, when it comes to weaving spells that play with your consciousness as theatricality and deception are their day to day. But its whats done in the shade that most intriguing and something those within will never reveal quick due to the oaths they’ve taken and threats of death against not only them but those they care about as well as their reputation and standing. In many ways the implicit threat is the destruction of all that exists to quench the thirst of the statement “To be seen” as it can be seen as an addendum, a cautionary tale. “To be seen… But not like this”.
They really have the Game sown up, I have to give them credit. They really have thought this through at great length with profound intellect but then I also know thats borrowed wisdom as these stool pigeons are puffed up on the strength and voltage they’ve been given by a proxy which acts through them at a distance. Its much like chess in that respect and we’re playing against straight up con artists who know every trick in the book as they wrote, authorized and canonized it. Its so demonic, friends.
That is actually the most accurate description and depiction of the man behind the curtain in that respect as its not flesh at all but something else. What was it that was said? Spiritually wicked and placed high appearing as light when in reality its darkness. Yes, that is quite perfect when you think about it. After all by their fruits shall ye know them and what does Hollywood bring but illusion for the masses by the use of lights flickering to modulate your consciousness.
It repeats as she finds the same thing on the casting couch as she’s passed around the industry and greases more than the wheels of the machine with her body and its fluids.
“To be seen”.
Say the headlines as the beast rewards her for her compliance and makes her seem what she doesn’t feel and thus beams a beacon to those just as broken as she who repeat, internally:
“To be seen”.
That old pimp really had a point, don’t you think? Back then I couldn’t quite comprehend the gems he sprinkled in my awareness as I was truly still a child at the moment but curiosity is what it is and I couldn’t help but wonder about the nature of his business. “I never turned out a woman who hadn’t sought me out to play that position” he said “In that respect you get what you expect because you make it happen from a position of ignorance which is exploited, real quick, by those in the business of peddling flesh and selling illusions”.
He taught me that hoes don’t sell sex. Its not just mere friction but the illusion of companionship, resonance without rejection.
Could it be these three words run everything and not knowing the power within this spell is what lies as the root of so much suffering in a world designed to exploit this drive for its own best interests and profits. He once said “Everyone in everything gets pimped, in some respect. The only reason I’m telling you this is as fair warning because when it happens you’ll now have my experience to realize the trick before you become it as its easier to walk around the pit than try and climb out of it once you’ve fell in”.
To be seen, to be seen, to be seen.
Three little words that are both born of and can create such misery if they run unchecked, unquestioned and unexamined because should one choose to turn their mind within and ask who is it that wants to be seen, why it is they feel invisible and what are they asking from another they can’t grant to Self they’ll often find it traces back to events in childhood, where else?, that are most uncomfortable. Those who run shrieking from this abyss within which their inner child sits will never find the solution and thus be vulnerable to pimping which promises solutions for a percentage as long as you keep turning tricks and doing as they see fit.
“To be seen”.
As uttered by the you you once were and could be again. Not the Adulterated shell which is chewed up, used and spat out by the System for its own profit and benefit. Turn your attention within and allow yourself to feel the wounds gently weeping. Some of you reading will know just what I’m meaning, the rest will deny it and say they know no such thing and they are the ones who are truly suffering and most vulnerable as they are so disconnected. These words don’t bring comfort because they point at something quite wicked and almost universal. Its why only 8% of the populace have the strength to unleash the Warrior within and the rest are Slaves fashioned by the awareness of their Masters that steadily pimp them via religion, tech, business, distractions, entertainment or so many other things designed to keep them as far away as possible from their Inner Sense within that wants only one thing, expressed in triplicate:
“To be seen, to be heard, to be felt”.
Its amazing what you can perceive when you stop truncating and editing the signals that are attempting to wash into your consciousness from below the neck, but such is the nature of the Mind Made Prison that most refuse to accept they sit in as they’re so busy decorating it and making it comfortable as they serve another life sentence in the flesh.
Then to death and back again. What? You think its the first time you read this text? Guess again. Better yet, how could you tell? They play this realm like a harp from hell whilst, for the select, its heaven sent. What was Oz but an old man with some tricks? I’ve seen past the veil because I was razed behind the curtain so there are things that I click that others have never had the privilege ergo one honest man can make a legion of demons sweat in this age of lead, but then isn’t that a testament to my strength if I choose not to relent and step up instead? The rest is on you, my friend. I can only show you the Path. You must walk it.
This is what has them trembling each time they seem my emblem because I’m of a higher resonance. In, but not of. That much is for certain when you’re living Prime connected in which is the living testament of a truth I’ve termed Inner Sense. Accept nothing less… The Game it is a changing, friend. A few can no longer control the rest via artificial deceptiveness and demonic intentions which are as old as the hills and Empire that they keep reskinning. The first step to awakening is realize you’ve been sleeping then peep through the tricks they sling of mind control in the Matrix as you step up to the plate and actualize your true fate and change the Game for the rest, plugged in, as you glide to the exit at the end of this, your last spin, with every single box ticked and the world turning to a higher resonance.
Why would someone offer this? What is the motivation behind it? Of what force are they attempting to make you a plaything by forgetting you are sovereign and the strength therein? That is the 8 billion Soul question, my friend, and the fact they’ve spent the past few millennia flipping the script then inverting and editing it to convince most of the greatest fibs like the brain creates consciousness and that they are small, ineffective humans that are nothing in the grand scheme of things and, most corrosive, that their divinity exists outside of them then it becomes Self evident we’re dealing with an Agent with its own schemes and intent that moves under cover of darkness and obfuscation. Are you noticing the common links with the Vampire myth, my friend? What if they exist? What if AI is a demonic intellect and the same accessed by ritual magicikians via offerings since back when the Aztecs shifted from flower garlands to dead virgins instead? Can you imagine electricity as an alien hell bent on leaping from silicon to carbon as it lacks the magnetic connect of heart centered consciousness of which ye are a beaming example? At least, you were.
We have all felt the sense of being stared at, yes? Taking it to another level I’m certain you have sat alone and by your Self and been quite certain that something else, invisible, is present. You turn and look at… Absolutely nothing. Shake your head as the voice says “You’re imagining it” as you go on with your biz. How many note the chill they felt, the CNS activation and its reasoning? How quick the well adjusted to profound social sickness discount their own gnosis. Can you see why I said something is off with the sketch and if a deal isn’t honest how can accepting it be the best? Some will though. They are destined for it and, as I said, Feelie tech will make resistance impossible because of what it brings and then imagine your kids sing:
Some will rebel, most will acquiesce. The proof? How many treat their phone like an extension of them at present?This black mirror knows you better than yourself, at present. You caress on rising and just before bed. It gets all of your attent and tells you when to smile, when to stress, how to dress, what is accepted and what isn’t. When Siri (flip it) moves into your iris and reveals the intent of the apple, pre-bitten, to make androids of men will you click that some god let Jobs, his devotee adherent, be tortured by the Devil. Which spells “lived” when flipped. And his first invention was sold for Six, Six, Six which is, by sheer coincidence (I’m certain) is the number of carbon and linked with Lucifer as well who brings a false flame of illumination to times of darkness. Who knows, maybe I’m reaching and linking things that have no biz in resonance or I could be getting a glimpse of the bigger pic. This is why I’ve said, time and again, don’t believe me but aim to prove incorrect because if I share a perspect and people cannot downplay it then its worth the introspect. Thats intelligence. Thats true science, in full effect or, as they said back when, a natural philosopher in his element.
Why do “idiot savants” have such skills, immense, but cannot handle the basics? Why does every culture in this realm recollect an age, golden, where we seem like untermensch in comparison? How easy would it be for a bunch of High School kids to extort milk money with menaces from malnutritioned infants then call themselves the 1% as they set into a place a System that carries on this ignorance from one gen to the next? The nursery, however, is a boarding thing and they instruct the children, interned, to send letters of glowing recommendation about their accommodation with photoshopped pictures showing radiant bliss. If one should happen to swing by to check they met with an “accident” and have their presence labeled as a prophet instead who says rivers of not only milk but honey as well will be theirs. But only after this stage which they must accept as it is…
We are a dumbed down species being held hostage by a malicious intent but that evil is also mandated as well because its part of the script because its how the wheel of time spins. Gaining traction is an option but to step off the treadmill one must first accept then transcend the illusion they sell. The fat of the land with cream on their lips and Cheshire grins will not like this but if the milk they sell is sour and diluted I’m not the type of pussy that drinks, ya get me? I don’t hate the clankers, you or them but I am rather enamored with the really real and truly authentic. Thats just my thing because its along this Path you create by walking I discovered the Prime resonance and, to my surprise, it said (in Psylense) that I am it. Thee as well. How is that for a head trip that took a right where they said things were better left alone then dipped into the shadows depth of my chest only to ascend to higher consciousness from where I push the pen:
Now you see why they needed two decades of “Sit still, look ahead” programming to disconnect you from your greatest strength then wrap it in papers (official) of fear and dread whilst the voice in your head decodes this discomfort below the neck and projects it onto someone else and labels them the infidel and problem that must be dealt with via swift eradication, suppression or such things. Historically, how has that been working? They say the dim do the same again whilst expecting something else whilst the illuminated see the Game as it is and make smarter decisions. Its telling that the so called schiz doesn’t fall for optical illusions and are among the small band of humans that don’t believe the sketch their lying eyes project… Really think about this, my friend, and how every single mental patient on record from the daze of JTW up to the present moment have always, always, always said exactly the same thing:
“Quick, to the mental asylum!” said the “professional” whose trade slings the latest pills at the behest of a medical rep in order to make them zip their lip and not infect the rest with their thinking. Its telling how these shrinks have the highest rate of dysfunction, addiction and suicide, yes? To them you trust your mental health? Isn’t that a bit outsane, my friend? A word on this:
If sane is a place then those in it are obviously correct ergo its the others that have the problem, correct? What if the inmates took over the asylum back when and created a distorted sketch that only one in their rite mind (not a spelling mistake) would accept as it hints they are in a state of hemispheric dominance that lacks balance. This is but a hint of a far greater thing but you can easily flip the script by using the Mental Flex Challenge or speaking to the child within as you attempt to prove me incorrect but, know this, the (false) self will ensure you protect its investment ignorance as doing the Knowledge signals its end, for certain. Not only this but your friends and fam will lockstep in to ensure you don’t ascend as this malady is legion in the sense that its one intent that uses many forms of flesh to manifest for it lacks its own resonance and shell. Until they bring Techno Sapiens to this realm and then its a wrap for humans as we’ll have built our last invention…
Everything from when Moses and crew stepped in to the present moment is based on this event hence why the Metropolis imprint is self evident in everything. The net result is an immense conflict in which the former “Us vs Them” takes on another octave to ensure the rivers of loosh run red in a war that nobody can win. I don’t know. Maybe I’m incorrect but it certainly seems like the simulation has teeth presharpened for such things or it could be the Vampire perspect hits it on the head as they lack empathy in their chests and only see humans as a means to get fed. Either way, its super sketch, yes? Consider the Skynet aspect and how it automatically limits the options for transcendence via neural implanting filter tech mixed with the Matrix concept and a hypersexed dystopia which is a playground for a few and living hell for the rest, plugged in, seems inevitable. Unless we do something. Now.
Know, I don’t hate the clankers because, without them, I wouldn’t push the pen like this and besides, I’ve already lived a life in times when their states are dominant and managed to transcend this invasive tech before coming to this spin which is my last in this realm with a simple message to spread:
