(The picture isn’t exactly one of the better ones to describe what I mean, but it does allude to some manifested effect of what I’m talking about. It’s infinitely more intricate than that, though.)
I am a rather empathic being, perhaps to the point of what most people nowadays would call “extreme”. The words I’m about to express in this article are by no means an accurate depiction of what I’m actually feeling, in the sense that words don’t actually manage to encompass the breadth and intricacy of being. They are symbols meant to allude or refer to different concepts and ideas, but they really aren’t a very good means to actually communicating. Ironically, I say this to you using words, but you get the point.
Imagine a world where there is no barrier between living beings. A world where everyone fully embraces their own individuality and uniqueness, as well as the infinity and unlimitedness that I and we always and already are, and are in genuine harmony with themselves in every way and beyond the very notion and concept of ways.
Imagine world where the very idea of deceit, no matter how small or large, is something that literally nobody does, nor even seriously contemplates doing. A world where everyone honestly and earnestly, fully and utterly loves themselves and each other, and never wear any kind of mask, for any reason whatsoever. (Neither in the sense of a “façade”, and obviously NEVER wearing a “covid ball-gag”, for any reason; boy, what a scam and mind-“control” device and psyop that whole bullshit is. This article is not about that, though; here are some, regarding that particular topic.)
Anyway, so imagine living in a world, realm or reality where you and everyone else are so in harmony with who I and we always and already are, as both individual and infinite consciousness, with everyone loving themselves and each other to such an extent that we would literally rather die and even endure all forms of pain and torture in existence, rather than even just telling even the tiniest, tiniest and tiniest of lies.
Then, imagine coming to this shithole of a world. Well, more specifically, this shithole “society”. The world itself, as with the genuineness of ourselves as soul and spirit, is so utterly beautiful, and its beauty so abundant, that’s its often missed by most people.
This so-called “society”; a painful, desperate and utter travesty and inversion, compared to what a conscious civilisation actually is. The worst kinds of wars are common place, slavery is so common that a majority of retarded and self-hating people nowadays are mentally and emotionally addicted to it; the worst kinda of abuse are a daily occurrence, both in terms of the dark occultists, human and non-human alike, who are so self-loathing, cowardly and pathetic, that they literally do not manage to derive any satisfaction from things other than blood-letting rituals, mass murder and child abuse. The statement that our current “society” is a satanic, blood-letting and self-mutilation ritual is a rather massive understatement.
The worst of it all? Most people don’t realize this yet, even though it’s utterly obvious even without dabbling into conspiracy research. Even worse still, even when shown information regarding this or even suggested that this is the case, a majority of people just look the other way, often with a shit-eating smile on their lips.
Imagine coming here, from the type of realities, realms and worlds I have described.
Why is this world like this? Because most people in this world are like this. Ultimately, there is one main reason why evil exists in manifestation: lying to one’s self. Ultimately, all that evil is on a fundamental level is deceit and forgetfulness of who we genuinely are, as soul and spirit.
We can turn the tide around so easily.
I and we are all and always free and freedom, imagination, will and intent… infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.
What’s one of the more essential solutions to literally every problem in existence?
STOP LYING TO YOURSELVES!!!
ALWAYS BE HONEST!!! WITH OURSELVES AND EVERYONE ELSE!!!
NO MATTER THE OUTCOME!!! NO MATTER WHAT WE FACE!!! NO MATTER IF WE LIVE OR DIE!!! NO MATTER THE PAIN OR PLEASURE, NO MATTER ANYTHING AT ALL!!!
I would rather die and even endure ALL forms of pain and torture in existence, rather than tell the teensiest, tiniest of lies.
I have only one fear, in this life. Forgetting who I am. That is it. I don’t fear death, I don’t fear pain, hunger, hardship, torture, nor anything else. I don’t fear anything at all, other than the idea of forgetting who I am.
Which is ironic, because fear itself is an illusion and an utter retardation, and therefore a lie, so… isn’t life full of contrasts, eh? Besides, I know I’ll never forget myself and I’m always who I am, no matter fuckin’ what, and so aside from the fear itself being stupid by its very nature, it’s also in relationship to something that I know will never be a thing.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m always right. Nobody has a monopoly on “truth”, and nobody is ever fully “right” or fully “wrong” about everything. Both because of that, but first and foremost because of self-love, self-respect, knowledge and comprehension, I realize that it’s always good to question everything, including everything we think or believe we know, at any point in so-called “time-space”.
I feel everything at once. All the pain, all the pleasure, all the rage and sorrow, all the joy and happiness, all of my discernments and conundrums, everything. What comes up to the surface, in terms of what I express in my behaviour at any moment, is another thing, but I feel and think everything simultaneously. If you’ve ever experienced or are experiencing “thinking and feeling beyond the brain and body”, you’ll know at least some of the beauty of what this is like.
Likewise, I feel (to varying extents) what everyone is feeling, as well. Whenever I see a child crying of pain or sadness, I feel it fully. When I see a child laughing of joy and cuddling up to their loving parents, I cry with joy.
When I see people being honest with themselves, or at least to the point where they shirk their bullshit façade at least momentarily (or preferably do away with it completely), I am extremely glad to see them expressing at least part of themselves in an honest, no bullshit fashion. Even if it means I fully disagree with them, and even if it means them “calling me names”, and no matter what my impressions of them might be, good or bad, accurate or inaccurate. Whether I personally see them as a piece of shit, or as a good person, or anywhere else on that or any other “scale”, when I see someone being genuine and honest, I get giddy with glee and joy, even if in terms of the surface aspects of what I express during the conversation may indicate otherwise, and I’m bein’ all “Fuck you, ya piece of shit!” or “Hey, what’s up, motherfuckers? Come ‘ere for a hug! Muaah, ha ha ha ha!” or whatever else, I rejoice when I see people stripping away the layers of bullshit and no longer lying to themselves.
I’ve been there. I’ve been an utter liar to myself, during the “dark age” of my life or “the dark night of the soul” as it’s called in some occult teachings. I was more or less an utter psychopath, literally to the point where I got red in the face, felt like not just my head, but my entire body was inflating and about to explode, and it took almost all of the willpower I managed to muster and express at the time… just to prevent myself from murdering my own family! Who has never been abusive towards me, aside from blurting out the programming they’d let themselves indoctrinated with, but either way, they were never actually directly abusive to me. And aside from the mind-“control” they’re in, in whatever extent varying by what family member we’re talking about specifically, they are actually good intentioned, generous people, who tend to help others without really expecting anything in return.
This is the kind of people I wanted to murder, to the point where I almost feinted from the sheer stress, pain and tension of preventing myself from actually commiting the act. Imagine what I felt towards everyone else, especially the throngs of morons and retards that plague our species.
The reason why I didn’t actually go ahead and murder them, was never because I might’ve gotten caught or anything of the sort – actually, varying by who I’d have met, I might probably have gotten into the dark occult, again (in the sense that I’ve been in that kind of an environment, in other lives. In this ones, not so much.).
I never gave a shit about whethere or not I live or die, for there is no such thing as life and death outside the realms of illusion, and what people call “beginning” and “end”, which don’t exist outside the planes of amnesia we call “the ego”. I knew that at the time, and I know that much, much more profoundly now.
My reasoning at the time for not commiting murder was something in the vein of: “Oh, pfft! If I’m going to murder my family, I’d rather actually achieve or acquire something, rather than waste my energy killing them without something in return.”
That was literally my mental interpretation at the time. That, plus the egoic frustration that I’m sharing a world with “the dead” or “unbegun”, or as I call them “the forgetful”, which is still part of my psyche to this day.
After years of being in constant, agonizing pain, both mentally, emotionally and “physically” – depression, desperation, torment and all these other similar words don’t even come close to even remotely expressing what I felt – I eventually realized that there was a deeper reason for why I was, and still am, more or less constantly angry and enraged: I was afraid of becoming part of the “dead”, by just being in this world.
Once I realized that fear, I fully confronted that ego, and realized that I, MYSELF, INDIVIDUALLY AND INFINITELY, AM ALWAYS RESPONSIBLE FOR WHO I AM!!!
What I was doing, was that I was blaming other people for my own suffering, without fully realizing it. Once I consciously asserted that responsibility, and remembered my choice to always remember myself and be who I genuinely am, no matter fuckin’ what, then all that agony instantly dissipated.
Then, I realized something much more beautiful about myself: there was another reason why I was, and still am, more or less constantly in frustration. Empathy. I am living in a world of the blind, where everyone is mutilating themselves, and then blaming someone else for it; often without realizing it. It’s like seeing children chugging heroine or horse tranquilisers in their veins, slitting their wrists and punching themselves, and then when asked “What ails you, child? Why are you mutilating yourself?” the get pettily angry and you and claim that somehow you’re the one doing this to them. It’s pathetic and hippocritical, but at the same time they don’t realize they’re doing it. They can be doing so much more to better themselves, and they are so much more than they erroneously believe they are.
If you get “offended” or have an aversion to people “judging” you, regardless of how accurate or inaccurate the accusation, judgement or claim in question might be, and regardless of what the motivation of the other person is, if you blame the other person for your own mental or emotional turmoil – that is trying to blame someone else for the turmoil you, yourself have brought upon yourself, by choosing to have that kind of a response.
If I tell you you’re a lying, sleazy, bitchy, pathetic, cowardly, retarded, fucked-up piece of shit, and you get angry, ask yourself why you’re getting angry! Is it because you realize you are not those things, and don’t like people accusing you of things you aren’t actually doing? If so, fair enough. I have that frustration as well. Constantly. Ask yourself some further questions. Is it because you think or believe you are none of those things? If you don’t ponder the possibility of perhaps being any of those things without realizing it, or the even if you aren’t, the notion that you might slip, if you’re not aware of what you’re doing, then you’re not actually gonna know if you are or not. You’d just believe.
If I tell you you’re a spiritual, intuitive, intelligent, wise, good, kind living being, do you ever stop to ponder if that is actually so, and why? Have you ever been angry with someone, for telling you how much they appreciate you? I have, and still do. Why is that? Not because I don’t appreciate the intent to make a compliment, or better yet, express their appreciation in an honest fashion – I fully appreciate honesty.
However, part of my anger towards people obsessively giving compliments left and right, including when they address those compliments to me, is because I recognize that some of them might be giving out expressions of false affection, which they assume to be genuine, because they’ve never fully experienced genuineness before in their life. Another reason would be the mental and emotional clinging, which to most people nowadays, can be so subtle that they don’t even realize how clingy they are, when they give out compliments in order to receive some sort of affection in return.
“Ooh, if I tell this person how much I appreciat them, or do something that implies that I do, maybe they’ll appreciate me in return.”
It’s literally the same as blaming others for your own bullshit and struggles, but in the form of looking towards others to “fulfill” your life, because you’re more or less emotionally bereft, empty and dissatisfied with yourself, as well as blinded by trauma.
Oh, and I’m not talking about just the outright ass-lickers and brown-nosers, or in case of the more abusive and aggressive sort, those who actually want people to have a sycophantic attitude towards them, because they themselves are also mentally and emotionally fucked up, and blinded by their traumas. Those are way too obvious and fucked up. Fuck ‘em, but at the same time love ‘em, because we’re all in this life for a reason.
Anyway, I’m talking about the ways in which people interact with one another on a general level, and the things they do so casually and don’t even seriously ponder. Things that may seem trifle, but are actually deep rooted in insecurities of the psyche.
Things like “politeness”, “diplomacy” or “copywriting” (hint right there in the name: you’re copying something else, and obfuscate what you actually want to say). People who prefer to be “professional” compared to being genuine. Look, being genuine doesn’t mean you’re just going to blindly blurt out things compulsively, without discernment or without knowing what you’re actually meaning to communicate. On the contrary, being genuine means you know and comprehend what you want to say, and how, and why, and utterly refuse to put a barrier between what you mean, and what you communicate. In other words, you refuse to put a filter between what you want to say and how you say it.
If people can appreciate that or not, that’s their responsibility. If people ask you to “refrain” from using certain words, or to “not call them names, because they’re so offendedz, hue, hue”, then that’s bullshit.
Being honest is a natural and essential expression of both self-love and self-respect, as well as knowledge and comprehension, which therefore naturally translates into similar behaviours towards other living beings as well.
Whether I tell you “I love you, motherfuckers.”, or if I tell you “Fuck off, ya piece of shit!”, or any other means in which I might express something towards you in whatever manner, I always do it honestly. Why? Among other reasons, because of self-love and self-respect. Likewise, because no matter what my personal affections or gripes may be towards you at any moment in so-called time-space, I spiritually love you, no matter who you are. Literally no matter who yo are. Because I know you’re worthy of not being deceived. Because I am myself. Because you are you. Each and every one of us, as individuals, are utterly unique and irreplaceable, in all of existence.
You don’t like honesty and you don’t want to assume your responsibility for how you feel, when you think I or anyone else might be “judging” you? Well, tough. I don’t give a shit. I’m always myself, no matter what, and I appreciate you being yourself, no matter what. I would much rather be in an honest conflict than a fake “friendship”. Besides, genuine friendship is founded on honesty and love, not bullshit and dishonesty – that’s PR.
So, my advice… don’t blame yourself for other people’s bullshit. Likewise, don’t blame others for your own. If I’ve done you no wrong (in other words, I haven’t initiated violence, theft, coercion or deceit against you), and you’re angry at me, that’s your fuckin’ problem. Likewise, if you’ve done no wrong towards me, and I get angry with you for whatever reason (however good or bad, accurate or inaccurate, conscious or puerile it may be), that’s my stuff to plough through,and it’s my responsibility.
Nobody ever makes anyone “feel” anything, good or bad, pleasant or unpleasant, or in any other way. Everything is always a choice. We are the ones who always choose to experience everything we choose to experience, and that’s what we experience.
Aside from the inherent and unalienable self-love and self-respect implied and involved with the act of being always genuine and honest, sincerity also has many practical benefits, which only seem “impractical” to those who are swimming in a pool of deceit and lies.
See, honesty is both literally and metaphorically manifested as a force. A forcefield. Energy and, to some extent, what some people would call magnetism or perturbation vortexes, or “resonance” if we’re to call it that. Well, I mean, that applies to pretty much everything that has a form within the realm of what we would call the 5-6-7 sense “reality” currently decoded by most people nowadays (the 6th sense being memory and the 7th being empathy and reason, both of which are intrinsically entwined and always function far, far better when in harmony with one another).
Of course, there’s infinitely more advanced layers and “beyond-layers” of intricacy, beauty and complexity when it comes to everything, especially compared to what you’d write in an article on a blog post or a video (or any other expression of “form”, for that matter), but what I’m saying is that literally everything we say, and of course think, feel, do, are and choose, not only affect reality, but utterly create it.
Both beyond esoterically, with regards to how I/we as both individual and infinite consciousness are, create and experience everything and everythingness, as well as esoterically regarding how, among other things, through our “forcefield” or “reality distortion field” of energy and perturbation, create, attract and repel things that we do or don’t “resonate” with, as well as exoterically in terms of how our “inner behaviour” towards ourselves naturally translate into our “outer behaviour” and views on “life”, “death” and other living beings, as well as pretty much everything in general, as well as in detail.
So, if you’re an honest individual, and you come across other beings, entities and people, it’ll be pretty much immediately apparent if that relationship or interaction is worth having or not. If you naturally mesh well together, you’ll know all the sooner and the relationship will flow more naturally. If you don’t mesh well, you won’t waste time with one another, and you’ll both do something else that is “closer to home”, so to speak, or any other experience that is more condusive to your growth.
So, if you’re lying to yourself, you’re going to have the tendency to lie and be lied to. This also translates into the desire to have other people be in ways that do not accurately portray who they genuinely are. In other words, you’re lying to yourself, and your ego barely manages to stand seeing others who isn’t just as insecure and pathetic as it, itself, is. Or, more accurately, how you are on that level of your character, at whatever point in your “life”.
Likewise, when we’re honest with ourselves no matter what, we naturally and utterly want and appreciate it when everyone else is being who they genuinely are, and also abhor all manner of deceit, no matter how small or large, no matter how surface-level or deep rooted it might be.
When people say something to you that you don’t like, do you get angry because “boo, hoo, they said that thing about you”? In other words, because your ego’s impression of its own image feels “attacked”? If so, then you are deceiving yourself on some level of another. That is egotistical outrage or petty anger, similar to a temper tantrum.
When someone tells you something that you do like, do you feel good because “ooh, they said that thing that you liked”? In other words, because you’re egos insecurities and impression of it’s image feels like it’s not being threatened? If so, then again, you are lying to yourself on some level or another.
On the other hand, do you get joyous or angry at someone who’s saying something, because you realize why they’re saying it and what that says about them? Or at least think you realize; obviously with room for both error and improvement. Always question everything, etcetera. If so, then you’re much more likely to be honest with yourself, and whatever you feel comes out of empathy and reason.
Speaking of which, imagine feeling everything simultaneously, both your own thoughts and emotions, discernments, as well as memories and awareness from this life, other lives and realities, as well as beyond the illusion of “reality”. Then, imagine looking to communicate or express that through means of using words. Then, imagine using those words to talk to someone who also feels and thinks these things, but who isn’t aware that they are.
I often give the example of breathing, as an illustrative analogy for part of what I mean, in this context. Breath is such a beautiful thing, that we all do naturally. Imagine coming to someone, who is also breathing just as naturally as you are, but they are not aware of it.
Imagine telling them: “Hey, did you know that you’re breathing?”, and them replying with either “Pfft, that’s preposterous!” or “Woah, really?! That’s, like, sooo cooool.”; either way, without actually realizing that that’s what they’re doing. Then, you try to explain to them, in many and various ways, about what breathing is like, what it implies and how they are also doing it, and can be aware of it if they so choose. Then, imagine them still giving you the same reply.
That is, in a nutshell or as an abridged allegorical description of a number of aspects, related to what it’s like to live in a world of the blind, the “dead” and the “dying”, and who even worse, attempt to deceive others into being as dead as they are.
Now, also imagine others who partially or fully realize that they’re also breathing, and who are firmly and rebelliously standing up as living, conscious beings, choosing to live genuinely, even it means facing “death”. I mean, there’s no “life” and “death” in the way most people erroneously interpret those concepts, but you get the point.
No matter what though, I always have been, always am and always will be breathing.
I always have been, always am, and always will be myself, no matter what. Always growing, always evolving, and of course, always expressing more and more and more, of who and what I and we always and already are, as both individual and infinite freedom, consciousness, etcetera.
If you like me and what I’m doing, that’s fine. If you don’t, that’s fine as well. I don’t give a shit.
It doesn’t matter how few or how many, who does or who doesn’t, who says or who saysn’t, how popular or unpopular something is, nor anything of that sort.
What matters is freedom, choice, consciousness, spirit, intuition, intelligence, questioning everything and being always who we are, no matter what. Also, is it accurate or inaccurate? Is it good or is it evil? Is it moral or immoral? Is it right or is it wrong?
This is what fuckin’ matters, and this does not change with opinion, belief or popularity. I mean, it changes with consciousness, but not with opinion, belief or popularity.
We are to always be ourselves, no matter fucking what.
Here’s a good criteria (among many) for judging one’s honesty: deathbed perception. Imagine you were about to die in an hour. You knew you were going to die in an hour. How would your attitude and behaviour change? How profound would that change be, if you knew you were going to die. How different would that be, compared to what you’re doing now? If there is a difference, any at all, then you’re lying to yourself; with or without your ego realizing it. The extent of that difference is the extent of your dishonesty with yourself, and therefore the extent to which you’re lying to others, as well.
When there is no difference between who you are before you die, and who you are until you do, then you can say with accuracy that you are genuinely honest.
To live a genuine life, we are to die before we die.
More than that, when we question, remember, know and comprehend ourselves beyond the illusion of time-space, beyond the impressions of the ego and beyond all veils of illusion, then it is accurate to say that we are genuinely honest, conscious individuals, who remember ourselves as both individual beings and conscience, as well as infinite and unlimited beingness and consciousness.
Then, we question everything, as well as remember, know and comprehend, among other things…
Nobody and nothing has a “higher claim” to our lives than we do.
There can be no “chosen” ones. Only we can save ourselves, and only we are responsible for doing so. All pain and suffering are always self-inflicted, and all evolution and elevation are always self-facilitated.
Never obey, never rule. Never surrender, never impose. Never follow, never command.
Never serve, never be served. Never pray, never be prayed to. Never worship, never be worshipped. Never submit, never dominate.
Never a slave, never a master. Never give up, never give in.
Never fear and never be feared.
Always proud, strong and defiant. Playful, teasing and mysterious. Conscious, confident and fearless.
Everything is always self-facilitated. By us, from us, with ourselves.
Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.
I and we are all and always free and freedom, imagination, will and intent… infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.