We live in a realm layered with illusions, where truth is hidden beneath veils of distraction, distortion, and control. Yet for those willing to look deeper, to question what has been handed down as unquestionable, a path opens — one that is both perilous and liberating. What follows is a reflection on that journey: the remembering, the breaking, and the rediscovery of what has always been real.
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“It is all illusion projected from the Consciousness of our own true inner light. Our Consciousness is like a movie projector.”
― Wayne Bush, Tricked by the Light
As we learn the true nature of our realm, we pass through deeply transformative and paradigm-shattering realizations. For many, this remembering may be dramatic, requiring extreme circumstances, traumatic events, profound loss, or encounters with dark, violent, abusive, ritualistic, or self-imposed suffering. Yet the result is, perhaps, literally otherworldly.
When we pierce the fog of spiritual war and the veil grows translucent, we find ourselves dancing on the precipice, in that all-powerful space between — if we are courageous, disciplined, liberated, conscious, and aware enough — between this world of illusions, inversions, and delusions, and that from which we came. It is not the “white light,” nor the countless notions we struggle to encapsulate or describe of “what comes after” — all of which are further aspects of illusion and deception. It is more, and it is less. It is something we are uniquely able to confront here, and now, in this place, in this expression of life. We were born complete. At least, that is the growing consensus, yet it echoes of ancient wisdom. Ultimately, it falls upon us to determine for ourselves, as it does with anything of such profound consequence and import.
“I’d come to realize that if a man is ever going to grasp anything it won’t be by learning. His being has to change. You are what you do, not what you know. A man never learns; he becomes. To become, you must find ways and means to change your entire state of mind. This in turn will lead to a change of being.”
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Everyone arrives at this critical inflection point in their own unique way, in their own time. One who crosses it will never see the world the same again, nor be able to unlearn what has been revealed. Once truth emerges, it cannot be hidden. Once the authentic surfaces, it can no longer be obscured, occulted, or pushed into the fringes of consciousness. What is real — the eternal essence of what we are — has no permanence on this plane. The original creative spark always endures, the immortal within, in our modern language, and it is in this way the inner conflict may cause endless suffering until we reconcile with the greater reality. We are not the identity, the personality, the avatar-construct composed of and belonging to the material nature of this realm.
The voices we hear are, for the most part, of this construct: synthetic, intrusive overlays that keep us chasing in circles of delusion and confusion. Yet there is also the still, small voice, our natural mind, that speaks only in our original language — beyond encoding, spellcasting, and spiritually corrupt ritualism. It speaks with perfect, concise, absolute wisdom, for it speaks from beyond the simulacrum within which we experience this earthbound life.
It is a trap, and not a trap. A trick, and not a trick. Life here is a dynamic array of paradoxes, feeding on our boundless creative energy, cleverly designed to turn our very propensities, sensitivities, sensibilities, proclivities, and emotions against us. And yet, it is only our attachments — to narratives, outcomes, events, plans, productions, and belief systems — that perpetuate everything from low-grade suffering to unimaginable pain, and finally, death.
“In the beginning it was the W̱SÁNEĆ teaching to look after Mother Earth. All of the animals, the birds, the trees and the salmon, even the wind, were, and still are, people.”
— from The Legend of ȽÁU, WELṈEW̱
Does everything in this realm suffer? Some believe so. Who, then, is the creator of this realm? It is not an all-loving god. This is a predatory, violent plane — one of remarkable and unending pain, suffering, and death… and of renewal, or perhaps recycling. Take a good, honest look around you, at all aspects of life, large and small, visible and unseen. It seems to be something entirely different from what our religious and cultural traditions suggest, having been wildly misrepresented to the masses for eons. This is no accident.
What is clearly observable is that this realm is a subset of something else — a fragment, a fractal, a holographic substitute — perhaps for something fundamentally real, existing elsewhere and beyond its confines. Yet as we move beyond the illusions of this transitory, fictitious, captivating reality-creation system, we reach a place far past cynicism, further than apathy, and beyond hopelessness.
To know is to remember.
To remember is to be liberated.
To be liberated is to become the hand that unties another’s chains.
And this is the birth of massive empathy — beginning with the self, and extending to every face, form, and fragment of self across creation.
“The seeker is attacked immediately when he decides to search.”
— Richard Rose
Howdie Mickoski is one who has walked a deeply transformative path. Perhaps his experiences and writings will resonate with you. If not, others such as Wayne Bush, Richard Rose, and James True may. Matt McKinley (Quantum of Conscience) or Jason Breshears (Archaix), too. Mark Passio (What on Earth Is Happening?) and others like him have first-hand experience in the truly dark, parasitic, predatory aspects of our realm. All of them offer a different angle, a unique perspective, and yet arrive, in their own ways, at similar conclusions.
Regardless, we must ultimately answer to our own queries, interrogations, and discernment if we want to know, live, and apply the hard-won lessons of others. Soaking up endless amounts of research, analysis, presentation, and information can and will be crippling, serving mostly to delay the inevitable. Don’t get stuck in any belief spiral, in any thought cycle, in any perception filter. Always remember: it’s an illusion, and you are part of that illusion. Ask instead: What is true? What should I take from this? Does it feel real? And how can I apply it to my life right now?
For me, these teachers, researchers, and luminaries of the modern era speak volumes — and yet they are not saying anything new. As it is with all things revealing and apocalyptic, everything must eventually reduce, becoming simpler, purer, clearer, and aligned with what has always been true: you may color the world, this reality, this simulacrum in whatever hues you wish, but regardless of path, regardless of deviations, distortions, or “time” taken, you will eventually find your way home.
And home lies beyond words, concepts, imaginings, or intuitions. To find that interstice — that balance between polarities — and to maintain it requires nothing less than consistently shedding of narratives, lightening our burdens, reclaiming our fragmented emotional, psychological, and spiritual selves, releasing illusions, reframing perceptions, and ultimately, transcending belief itself.
In the end, all that remains is the choice to know, to remember, and to live by what is real. And from that place, we discover the inexhaustible wellspring of massive empathy — the bond that unites us with every fragment of ourselves across this realm and beyond.
“Belief is the enemy of knowing.”
— Crow