Through laughter and tears, I go on with fortitude. More just, less clumsy. Here is only an individual projection of universal consciousness.
I am pleased to publish my portfolio of this journey. To each their own game, to each their own lives.
I am Javi James
Hypnotherapist, specialist in neuropsychotronic clinical practice. Sound designer and writer.
A heretic is one who makes himself one. A decision that breaks some rules, and reveals the film.
Within the portfolio.
This would be my diary, record, part of the Akashic Records. If you've gotten this far, it's through intuition. Life has brought us together in some mysterious way—perhaps algorithmically.
Paradox: The information might be too technical for the mystic, and too reductionist for the scientist. I live with that. Yogi, stylish hacker, cyberpunk sorcerer, madman—any label is fun.
Something like an epigraph for my study.
My essay focuses on studying neurofunctional models of consciousness and their mental representations, primarily through Psychotronics and the systemic order provided by the true discipline of the Yoga Sutras—the taming of the serpent. These studies are supported by the therapies I offer, clinical trials, my own experience, and, of course, much-needed discernment. Beyond the persona, I embrace this as a commitment, because I understand that within each of us resides a school, within each of us there is endogenous poetry... and this... is my poetry; Sutra Hydra Surji—shaping consciousness.
I understand that my study is conclusive and at the same time incomplete, because nothing is exact, only constant. And so it will remain as long as I continue walking on the circular plane.
With awe, I have seen the angular movement of consciousness and its compass, as two interrelated models in a systemic way. Software and hardware —which I call Chakana Veda and Convergent Enneagram—. Perhaps I'll share it in the school segments.
You know, based on what I've observed from my experience, the foundation of reality as we know it is simulated with programs and circuits under a certain encryption to condition mental functions of consciousness, thus achieving the experimentation of a holographic ecosystem that includes the total distortion of original nature. In part it's perverse, but in part it's astonishing. And the most surprising thing is that mastery of our system can only be achieved endogenously, through specific and relative—unique—neural processes. That's why we can't tell someone else what to do, or how to do it. We really don't know—we'll hardly ever be able to uncover our own "how"—.
Thus, the natural origin of all that exists rests on allegorical concepts, because a technical explanation can be confusing or reductionist, like that pseudo-theory of the Big Bang, and doesn't solve the great mystery. The only thing that allows us to resolve the unsolvable is to experience the game from a place of deep awareness, allowing love to flow through us, accepting that the answers are only understood in the singular, even though it requires contrast—it requires the "other." Therein lies the perfection of the game: there is no generic answer, but one for each individual, as a unit of consciousness, yet with a universal reference. In fact, what I'm telling you is only part of my study; don't take it personally. Everyone has their own game; after all, reality is only fiction, it doesn't truly exist, nor will it cease to exist.
Imagine for a moment that we are immersed in a vast, projected simulation, with an operating system that interconnects everything. This structure, which could be a video game, could also be corrupted by performing certain tricks, like a kind of hacking. To guide you, it might leave clues for your mission, and also to confuse you. In short, while playing, you could re-edit your movie, or simply let it unfold. In other words, destiny can be edited, overwritten, or simply follow its predetermined course. It is an individual decision, subject to the fidelity of communication with our consciousness. The entropy and chaos that arise from this shouldn't generate an impulsive, outward-facing struggle, but eventually, that's the tendency—part of the game. The struggle should really occur as an internal, introspective impulse, since that is what will determine how you move through the game—dharma/karma. Some call it the path of the warrior. In psychotronic terms, this indicates that with our inner engineering we can create a bridge so that electrical dynamics flow through the correct circuit—capturing the correct signal—recovering the autonomy capable of detecting the original meaning of our lives... of all of them. That's what the discipline of the Yoga Sutras does. It's an optimization training, with an awakening in a figurative, and eventually explicit, sense. It's clear to me that there's an epigenetic process blocking a source code, and that's deliberate, very well crafted. It's the best game ever created, where realities intertwine, intervene, and collapse. Parallel systems, relative possibilities, in short, games.
In the machine, or beyond it, the forces of love always operate imposingly and omnipresently... therefore, nothing to fear, everything for love.
Everything is artificial, because in some way everything arises from nature. The question is how we control the cycles, with a preponderance of apoptosis—regeneration—or of necrosis—violent destruction.
No information is absolute; it only invites you to discern.
A Neuromancer.
I want to travel again to the silence of the depths, because when I think, I get lost in the noise, and when I find myself there, listening to nothingness, I will once again dimension with my words, and the architecture of the prison will be ordered in principle, towards the digital end... it is my reality after the truth.
JJ
Reality as we know it has intermittent glitches, because love stalks it like a massive hack, threatening the machine with inevitable apoptosis, and that demands its firewall be constantly adjusted. So here we are, in the greatest game ever created… as beautiful as it is perverse.
JJ
The architecture of exactness is the beautiful illusion of an inexact constant... the golden ratio.
-You either play or you get played-
The underground plays at drawing the plot with an impersonal stroke. A reality modeled with dynamic and homeostatic architecture. A concept of reticular flow art. For, in that way, each character and each landscape must be contemplated. Nothing personal... humble poetry.
-An Imperfect Example-
Perfection isn't something exact, just constant. The mistake doesn't matter, but rather the repair—that's dharma. In view of this, leading by example is the first thing a therapist—one who tames their inner beast—must do.
-The Art of Ethics-
Feel the ether to adopt good habits, and get used to giving it a coherent electrical form.
Sometimes I write science-based poetry.