Spirit Level

The Great Escape (Return to Self)

We have been searching for the source of our captivity in the outer world —in institutions, in histories, in the actions of others. But the gateway to freedom does not lie there.

The actual lock and the only key exist within our own awareness.
We feel the echoes of ancient trauma, the weight of limiting beliefs, and the pull of a perceived reality that tells us we are small, separate, and powerless. These are not the creations of a shadowy them, but rather the accumulated inertia of a collective dream—a dream we have been participating in, and thus, co-creating.

The system of illusion, what we call the simulation, is not run by a distant cabal. It is sustained by a simple, self-replicating mechanism: forgetfulness.

We forgot who we are.

And from that primary amnesia, every other chain was forged. The energy that runs this entire show of limitation is our own energy—our attention, our belief, our life force—involuntarily given to a dream that no longer serves our awakening.
There is nothing we need to fight out there. The only task, the great work, is to withdraw our belief and our power from the dream.

So, what is the actual cause of the feeling of being trapped?
We are caught in loops of perception, cycles of thought and emotion that convince us the dream is absolute. We believe we are only the human character—the body, the personality, the story. This self-identity, rooted in limitation, keeps our consciousness tuned to a frequency of separation.
The entire cycle of karma and reincarnation, then, is not a prison designed by a warden, but a school of our own making. A compassionate, if arduous, curriculum meant to bring us back to the truth we forgot. The reason lessons seem to repeat is not because a jailer

erased our memory, but because we, the dreamer, have not yet fully awakened within the dream to recognise the lesson.
You are not your body. You are not your human story. These are temporary experiences. You are the eternal awareness experiencing itself through them.

When you identify solely with the five-sense human drama, with a cycle of unlearned lessons, or with the hope that something external will save you, you are aligning with the dream of separation. You are reinforcing the dream.

Awakening is not about discovering who is controlling the dream. It is about realising you are the dreamer.

When you remember this—when you constantly identify with the infinite, sovereign awareness that you are—your frequency naturally shifts. The dream begins to lose its solidity. Its illusions can no longer hold you, because you have stopped believing in them.
You return Home. Not to a place, but to a state of being. Home to your true nature as infinite potential.
We speak of awakening. But what does it mean?
It can mean seeing through societal structures of control. And yes, it can. It can mean knowing consciousness continues after the body's death. And yes, it does.

But if that is all, you are still navigating within the dream.
True, infinite awakening is the shocking, liberating realisation that the entire system of perceived reality is a construct inside your own consciousness. The Matrix is not a grid out there; it is the accumulated thought-form of separation housed within the collective mind.

To be free, you must let it all go. The fear. The doubt. The story of being a victim of a world you never made.

You did not make the world, but you are making your experience of it through the quality of your awareness.

The simulation isn't broken; it's a mirror. The way to escape is to stop believing in the reflection as the ultimate reality.

Why not just vanish from this place? Because the desire to escape is born from the very resistance that binds you to the dream. Nothing holds a dream in place more fiercely than the belief that it is a prison from which you must violently flee.
Instead, we must strive to bring more love and conscious awareness into the human experience. The most vital task is to expand our self-identity so profoundly that when the body falls away, we do not simply reset into another loop of forgetfulness. We ascend, fully conscious, back to our source (whatever that might be).

As we recognise the dream for what it is and withdraw our belief from it, we withdraw the very energy that sustains it. Our own power is being used to weave the veil. It is time to reclaim it.
The ultimate question is not Who is doing this to us? Instead:

Who am I, beyond this story?�
What is reality, beyond my perception of it?

You are not a powerless human in a random universe. You are the universe, experiencing itself as a human.

You are Eternal Consciousness. You have been immersed in a profound dream of being something else.

What you believe, you perceive. What you perceive, you experience.� The dreamer and the dream are the same. You have been dreaming of a limited life.

It is time to awaken, and to dream a new dream—a dream of your own infinite, sovereign nature.

So this is me, celebrating my two hobbies - language and the need to explain myself - LOL. (I dislike that 'special interest' language).

I am really enjoying the creative process of poetry. Long may this new hobby last. It's also a big deal for me to share this as I battle with RSD.

Sideweys in the Heid

Hoo dae ye
mak airt
when yer thocht
rin lyke rivers
curlin
spillin
ower rocks
never restin in a bend?

a lift
ma brush
ma fingers shake
lyke leaves
in liftin air
the colours rin
slip awa
lyke watter
doon a burn

lines twist
loop
loop
lines dae nae lie still
patarns glint
fade
glint
come back

ma heid dreeps up corners
that wisnae there
the canvas hums
wi uneasy stirrin
the warld wants rest
but ma vision
spins sideweys

wirds linger
cum thegither
settle wee by wee
lyke rain
on tin roofs
lyke wind-swept grass
efter storms
they cm tae ma haun
when paint fled
and lines
lost their vawce

perfit shape,
straicht angle
slip awa frae me
but thrum, rhyme, pulse
bide
dylan thomas murmurs
in the dark
philip larkin sits dour
steidfast
sayin
“scrieve it onyway,
e’en gin the warld
disnae sit richt”

colours ring oot
shapes mutter
edges bow
strek
time gyres
whirls
skippit beats
sparks

tried tae catch it
in peint
tried sculptin
wi haun an ee
but it dreeps
melts awa
lyke mist
on a cauld morn

yet wirds
hae patience
they map
ma sideweys warld
tie loose strands
intae sang
mak the unseen
feel richt

mebbe a’m a poet
not for straicht lines
but for zigzag dance
o seein
showin the warld
as it hums
glints
twists
cracks an glimmers
and shines

and if shapes slip awa
colours rin lyke rain
then so be it
for the music o ma heid
will speak
will sing sideweys
turn ordinary
intae strange
intae braw
intae mine.

ENGLISH VERSION:

Sideways in the Mind

How do you
make art
when your thoughts
run like rivers
curling
spilling
over rock
never resting in one bend?

i lift
my brush
my fingers shake
like leaves
in the wind
the colours run
slip away
like water
down a stream

lines twist
loop
loop
lines do not lie still
patterns flash
fade
flash
return

my mind fills in gaps
dreams up corners
that were never there
the canvas hums
restless motion
the world wants stillness
but my vision
spins sideways

words linger
gather
settle slowly
like rain
on tin roofs
like wind-swept grass
after storms
they come to my hand
when paint has fled
and lines
lost their voice

perfect form
straight angles
slip away from me
but rhythm, rhyme, pulse
remain
dylan thomas whispers
in the dark
philip larkin sits dour
steady
saying
“write it anyway
even if the world
does not sit right”

colours echo
shapes whisper
edges bend
stretch
time loops
spirals
skipped beats
sparks

i’ve tried to catch it
in paint
tried sculpting
with hand and eye
but it melts
dissolves
like mist
on a cold morning

yet words
have patience
they map
my sideways world
tie loose strands
into song
make the invisible
feel real

maybe i’m a poet
not for straight lines
but for the zigzag dance
of seeing
showing the world
as it hums
flashes
twists
cracks and glimmers
and shines

and if shapes slip away
colours run like rain
then so be it
for the music of my mind
will speak
will sing sideways
turn the ordinary
into strange
into beautiful
into mine.

One of the challenges for myself right now is to try to see the beauty of Mother Earth in the most urban of places.

Our ancestors were especially present, and with that comes an awareness of everything around us. We can find utter beauty in the falling of a leaf, rain streaming down a window, cloud formations and bird song.

We can also apply to our spiritual practice, finding something good or the lesson in a situation where life seems like it is falling apart, discovering a spark in an unmotivated experience.

Even in the concrete urban jungle, we can find places of calm and reflection. It's a lovely way to connect to the land around us.

The harmonic qualities of music can have a profound and beneficial effect on the human subconscious.

Rhythmic repetitive music is a recognised method for humans into trance or altered state of consciousness which enable us to journey and access our soul-sight and come into a closer relationship with our soul, which will then reflect on our inner wellbeing, and the path we take in life.

Modern life dampens our intuition and leaves us with no time for our soul. Music has the power to help us rediscover, reclaim or realign our soul so that we can achieve equilibrium in all aspects of our life. Connection with our soul rises to wholeness and balance.