The Dressing Of Perceptions - Eden Saga

There is a big difference between reality and the image we have of it. We spend our lives dressing our perceptions to make them presentable, let’s say ideologically correct. And when I say us, I digress. It is not us who perform this masking. It is done by our brain programmed to. On this point, the vision of shamanism joins that of quantum physics. Which validates both.

Your Brain Deceives You

If we could show you all the tricks that you constantly play with your own brain, you would be amazed. A dull veil on the eye, a silly scent spread over your noble features would certainly highlight your confusion. Our senses deceive us, said Descartes, well satisfied with his discovery. What would he have said knowing that the brain deceives us much more? Syncope! He reportedly fell dead struck by lightning. He who had put all his trust in this thinking machine, how could he have borne the idea that thought itself is dictated to us? It is not our senses that deceive us, but the reality they show us. She undergoes a systematic make-up t– or, to speak like Castaneda, a dressing.

A warrior treats the world as an infinite mystery,and what people do as an unlimited folly.
Carlos Castaneda

Deleting What Could Bother

This is indeed the mechanism of dressing up. When we witness a new manifestation, a flash of energy or any other abnormal thing, we do not see it in its truth, which for us corresponds to nothing… most often!

Instead, we dress up this phenomenon with familiar elements from our database, which Castaneda calls our inventory. One person will see the Virgin, another will see aliens, a third will see Buddha. Everyone sees the mysteries according to who they are and what they believe.

Which does not mean that the mysteries do not exist, quite the contrary. They exist and are irreducible, even frightening. The infinite world that begins outside is a predatory universe.

Those who hope will be disappointed. Hope kills.
Those who despair are already screwed. Despair prevents living.

See Without Seeing

Here again, the warrior of light will choose the middle path. When I say choose, I embroider. Does he have a choice? He follows the unconscious Rule. His impeccability pushes him towards this or that path.

Inevitable fate that makes Muslims say “Inch Allah! It’s written!” To what do the protests of the irreducible respond: “Nothing is written as long as I have not signed my blood.” What the warrior forbids himself to do in all circumstances.

The warrior in jihad against himself, arched towards the Way, always strives to follow the path that has heart. Believing without believing is better than seeing without seeing. Dressing is seeing without seeing. The dressing steals reality from us to replace it without our knowledge with nonsense and other cracks. Great unpacking of the brimborions confined in our preconscious, the giga trash with ready-made ideas, worn-out thoughts, yellowed clichés.

Unknown Real

So we don’t know the real? Since the time I’ve been telling you. We don’t know either the real or our happiness. We take the beautiful girl naked, we dress her with our fripes, she no longer looks like anything, too bad, we are delighted. The world is infinitely more magical than the idea we have of it. The famous idea that we have. In case of doubt, repeat aloud the previous sentence.

Stupid idea that doesn’t come from our observation, but from its deformation. We believe we see. We believe we understand. We believe we believe we believe..

Those who know do not talk about it. And those who talk about it do not know.

The Human Inventory

These bits, these strands of nothing, these inhabitants of our mental world, Castaneda calls them the inventory. Personal catalog of images, ideas, commonplaces, principles: it somewhat connects with the notion of ça in psychoanalysis, but I hardly like to compare the luminous notions derived from nagualism with the extremely glaucous universe of psy-thinkers and psy-causes.

Our inventories would rather be tote bags filled with clichés and images. Our brain picks from there something to dress the phenomenon we are witnessing.

It’s instantaneous. “Without the knowledge of my free will.” (source)Richard Virenque, the sick athlete with a curious way of speaking Completely incognito…

My brain does this on its own, without my consent. An uncontrolled mechanism is triggered all by itself, a program to put it more precisely. It is there as a factory setting, this is our basic configuration to avoid the circuits overheating.

“We can’t show them the truth, it would kill them” decided the pseudo-gods (the Archons, our masters) who programmed us into their genetics labs. So they imagined this security. Free to the warrior to free himself from it. It will be at the cost of a real battle against programs and red tape.

Thus the awakened warrior can remember his dreams without them being distorted by the dress. see further. We live every night heaps of exciting adventures, the flying astral and the flying wolves remember it, because I unlocked their dressing by decrypting the distorted dream.

Real Dreams

There are certain dreams that I call real dreams. Perhaps I should say surreal, for they are many more real than ordinary reality. In those dreams, we hang out with different initiators who show us the functioning of the universe, the real one, not the salads that astro-physicists stutter at us.

They themselves admit that they don’t understand everything they observe, and for a good reason. Their paradigms are false. Their speculations are disconnected. What they observe does not exist as such. Everything we can observe from our prison-planet, everything we can calculate here below, everything we can even verify, everything that happens here is given.

In a real dream, we are shown the other side. And there, directly, we understand in what scam we are all plunged. We don’t panic, because our initiators show us things without dramatization, one dream after another, in a drip.

Take your time to understand the outside, and take your time to read Eden Saga. I open all the windows towards the outside, don’t be afraid. Your dressing will first be to believe nothing. The reptilian brain does its job well in your little heads.

And then, little by little, you will adhere.
Carefully. So cool. But your real dreams
will still remain inaccessible, because
your brain will always scramble
when you wake up.

The Reptilian Brain

It’s not its scientific name, it was. Now current science does everything to hide the obvious, possessed as it is by logic, by reasoning reason, in strict Archontic obedience. If it were reptilian, it would look like the primary brain of reptiles, one might believe.

But not only. Located at the basis of encephalon and neocortex, the reptilian brain controls all the devices I just mentioned. Whether you like it or not, your brain follows the rule laid down by the reptilian brain. It’s in the program.

WHO has made the programs of your brain ?

The reptilian brain plays the role of a transceiver by receiving orders from the archons, and emitting towards the upper brain, the spinal cord, and the body.

Difficult to escape his diktat, even if one is warned about it. We have been working like this since childhood, we submit to it since the loss of awakening, which most often occurs around the age of three. After arcane 1 The Drummer in the Tarot of Marseilles

This reptilian brain blurs our perceptions,
betray our sensations, make up our feelings
and dresses our deep dreams: the real dreams.

Dangerous Security

The security implanted in each of us now works without any accountability to the former gods or to the archons. Without even worrying about what is good for us or not, which is more damaging. This security does not censor only incomprehensible things, such as phenomena stemming from non-ordinary reality.

It also censors what we might understand too well.

The censorship of dress is a protective lock that censors data, censor the truth, censor raw facts, censorship of almost everything that does not fit with the description of reality that has been inculcated to us since the loss of enlightenment.

Disable Censorship

The work of the warrior or any person determined to uncover the truth consists in defusing this automatic security to submit all facts, all data, all memories to the most thorough critical examination. Thus remains a faint hope to stop abusing ourselves. Certainly the task is arduous, permanent, endless. Very often we give up pursuing it because we don’t even know where to start the research.

In this arduous quest, the visionaries can be useful. They are able to read blockages within us that will always escape us. Their visions, their flashes, their intuitions can put us on the track. These are all keys that can solve many challenges.

The quest for oneself is certainly the noblest and most exciting of adventures. Very few heroes dare to undertake it. It is easier to find a pirate treasure at the bottom of the seas than the truth deep within our hearts…

The surest way, I keep saying it loud and clear, is awakening.

The Fear of the Truth

Nothing is never granted to men, sings Louis Aragon. Nor to women, replies Elsa Triolet. And our disappointments, and our illusions go away naked in the street, adds Stéphane Kervor. Without dressing up, we would see incongruities. Surprising aberrations that are too familiar to us. Without the dressing, we would all be awake. Dressing is what makes life morose, banal, daily. But the lack of dressing is terrifying for most people.

The dressing kills the unpublished, reassesses, reassures. Seeing in front the stranger would kill most of us. For a warrior, it is the dressing that is mortal. While an ordinary man resorts to the dressing as an obligatory social passport.

Imagine a bit the look of our politicians with their buttocks up!! In fact, that’s what happens. No more dressing for them… These idiots are naked. The awakened sees them in their tragic nudity. How could he continue to vote? To veaute…

Veautez dur, veautez mou, mais veautez dans le trou

Awakening and You

Rather trust the colon neurons.
Not being connected by synapses,
they escape to brain censorship.