Upgrade u

Don’t wait for Queen Bey to upgrade u. Partner, let me show you how to upgrade yo’self.

I’m reasonably confident that our ancient ancestors are the same beings as our distant descendants.

Our species’ niche in nature is consciousness. If we keep evolving and max out consciousness like sharks maxed out predation, the logical conclusion is a merging of human consciousness with the unified field of consciousness — a form of spiritual maturity in which our evolutionary descendants exist as pure consciousness.

Consciousness transcends time and space, so such beings could take form in any era, including eons ago.

The fact that humans transcended the animal kingdom by gaining the ability to tune into consciousness is an evolutionary leap nothing short of miraculous. One explanation for this sudden jump—after four billion years of evolutionary warm-ups—is that advanced future humans bent time to go back and tweak the DNA of our hominid ancestors.

I believe these evolved humans—so different from us they might as well be aliens—fulfilled their cosmic mission by performing biological upgrades on proto-humans to ensure our species' existence. Or maybe they just plopped down a black monolith in ape country and played the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Who knows? Either way, data and logic suggest it’s more likely than not that ancient “aliens” who were actually future humans birthed homo sapiens. In this sense, our species’ children are simultaneously our cosmic parents.

Things in nature always come full circle. A race of evolved humans bending time to birth itself harmonizes with the traditional cosmic life cycle of Earth's species and simultaneously transcends it. And it’s entirely consistent with a species whose evolutionary niche is consciousness—the foundational fabric of reality.

Bless my heart, I’m a dirt-dawg meathead. Even if this theory is way off, someone like me shouldn’t be able to even speculate at this level. And yet I do—all the time.

That’s because I’m not pulling anything out of my middling dome piece. Rather, I learned to use my dome piece to tune into consciousness, the only true source of intelligence.

Consciousness exists outside the body as an invisible field that our bodies tap into like a phone taps into the internet. Just as a phone only taps into a small slice of the internet, our bodies tap into a small slice of consciousness.

We can expand that bandwidth by activating the pineal gland, a tiny pinecone-shaped gland located in an area between the eyebrows in the middle of the brain called the third eye. Humans have known about the third eye since at least the ancient Egyptians, who diagrammed its structure in the Eye of Horus. These images help us visualize the pineal gland and the third eye:

The pineal gland functions as a mystical antenna, helping us tune in to invisible, high-vibrational frequencies that carry information. It also secretes chemicals that help the body make space for the higher mind. Higher-mind perception, or mindfulness, is God-like and always elevates the greater good over the ego.

We can practice activating the pineal gland by lightly tapping the area between the eyebrows and visualizing it vibrating.  We can also practice lightly resting the tongue on the roof of the mouth to sustain its activation throughout the day and engage the higher mind. 

The human brain is Nature’s finest biological instrument. Just as high-performance machines require regular manual maintenance, so too does the brain. As a critical mass of humans decalcifies our pineal glands and opens our minds, we’ll start solving the riddles that have beguiled us since we first gained consciousness. This is how we’ll create the New Earth.

While activating the pineal gland has helped me tune into cool stuff like ancient aliens and improved the overall quality of my consciousness, it hasn’t yet helped me locate a job, and I remain unemployed.

Next time I tune into my cosmic kids, I hope they hook their old man up with an upgrade that leads to some bread.

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