As I enter into the deepest unknown of the mindless trail, as the centennial tree revels themselves as thin sheets of paper, I’m sheading off ideas, rules and aspirations I imposed to myself on my way to freedom. Certainty, explanations, reasons they all blow in the wind as do leaves in a beautiful windy autumn day.
A big business has been made by mystics and manipulators around the subject of premonitions and omens… a brilliant way to control and limit freedom. A big business has been made by ourselves to give us an illusion of wisdom and spiritual or psychic power.
Believing in past lives was one of the many explanations I made mine; it did explain the love, the hate the longing for other worlds or times.
The perception of the future it was another, the so call “magic” goal of those who do not know yet they are infinite. But all and any explanations, reasons, judgments, observations about ourselves or others do, is making the game more solid giving the lead to the artificial intelligence we so proudly call ‘our mind’.
But, along the line, when for one reason or another you able to step down from the stage and seat among the audience, you realize this beautiful terrifying game call life is nothing that a brilliant play you have written prompted by the cheering voices of your ‘best-friends’; the minds.
You have written your play, and everyone scripts. Because you, me we are infinity.
What it appears in front of us is what we want, what we need to make us right and more able, during the incredible crazy path of making a god out of our main actor.
And so we say; “If Joe Blow (our character) can forecast the crash of a plane he has gained mystical or extra perceptional power. He is more close to be god and therefore to be powerful and free.”
I did fall for that many times. I have fallen for those type of things even harder during my time in the Cult of $cientology where, it seemed those ‘mystic’ or ‘extra sensorial’ abilities are wanted and appear to increase greatly. What in truth I found out few days ago is, those “abilities” are nothing but an increase in self-deception.
Castaneda too talks about omens. His followers, some of them, are terrified by what a little thing could mean or bring about. Omens have been a long way to control people, to give them false hopes and limitations.
However we do not need to go too far to be in contact with manipulation, dervishes, naguals, sorcerers or healers. We are doing this all by ourselves.
Imagine you walk in the street totally free, and then you see a theater and wondering why other beings enter, you enter too. You seat next to another and he tells you: “You see that actor? He is the best actor of the play he is mine…” and you, captivated, say to yourself: “I can be the best actor of the play.” And you decide Joe Blow is your guy and now, you do your best to transfer to him all your infinite power.
A character, however, cannot be infinite and so you start feeling you can actually fail.
The game becomes so challenging that now you feel you need to control Blow Joe closer and closer till you snap in and you are done.
No theater anymore, only the stage… And Boy! You are busy on that stage! You are busy winning the race, one day destroying everybody on your way the other feeling merciful and assisting the ones you knocked down on your first round. After a while though, the game is not fun anymore. Now, as Joe Blow, you feel there is an infinite in you but you also feel that is not true as Joe Blow has failed many times being just an imaginary character on the play.
Having lost your truth, you now living into a conflict: True you are infinite-true you have limitations; true you exist –true you don’t exist.
As you, you know you are infinite, but as Joe Blow disturbingly your magic fails. Magic indeed does not belong to the stage.
But when you have played and played till you had enough, having being Joe Blow for so long, thinking as Joe Blow you find yourself unable to leave the stage.
Why? You cannot leave the stage till part of you still playing the Joe Blow game. You have to undue all the lies, first.
Realize it! You don’t even remember who you really are. We have forgotten our true nature.
And so thinking as Joe Blow does, you start creating a bunch of trick to feel you can get to your way out still being Joe.
Here is one of our most hidden and powerful deception; omens, extra sensorial perception abilities…
I put a glass of wine on the table, if I knock this glass-out; perhaps Joe Blow knows that in next chapter of the play there will be an accident. And so, in our delusion to exit the stage and return to out infinite, we deceived ourselves into believing we are regaining our infinite by putting in front of us clues of what is going to happen next by our pre-written script.
Interesting isn’t it?
And so, yesterday talking to A., another powerful researcher, I said: “Those roses given to me by F., the flower bloomed for a whole month and yesterday it suddenly withered after our emotional break up. Have you ever seen a rose last on the steam for a whole month in its entire beauty? It sounded magic and it sounded even more magic that the day I interrupted my emotional contact with F those two roses, the flower, faded and died.
On a later instance in the moment F. was getting in a fight, someone somewhere else was telling me how he was attacked…. Now, anyone including me could think my perceptic power was increasing.
But at this time I wasn’t sure anymore and A. thankfully reminded me, we are the infinity and the creators of the games, even while being trapped.
OMG! I realized I been playing this game for ages… How you became a “free being” on the stage?
By creating the illusion you are a “free being”. You put a diamond behind a tree and then you forget you put it there, to later on find it just when Joe Blow is thinking of a diamond.
The infinite road to no-where.
THE ONLY WAY TO STOP PLAYING A GAME IS TO STOP PLAYING A GAME.
The only way to stop playing Joe Blow, is to walk down the stage and walk out of the theater leaving the script inside.
Of course every single word I said in this article is a lie, is just a product of the AI or mind, but some of you goes beyond words and gets the jest of it.
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