The Crown
of Thorns

First off, thank you all for checking in. This one will be a big bite.

I am he. He is me. We are here. I am here. I can speak through ALL, because I am ALL… Well whoopty doo Basil, but what does it all mean? Damn I love those Austin Powers movies.

I genuinely try to frame around the concept of being a father, a teacher, or a sensei of sorts — but honestly, this is an interesting topic to cover with how people interpret old world symbolism. I have communicated that I view the concept of a crown as a bit antiquated. But for this article, I am going to focus on the symbol commonly known as The Crown of Thorns.

A crown, to put it simply, is a collar for your head. One takes power over a field using their will, projection, vision, and effort, and then they "rule" that domain. This pattern can be seen in almost every channel of consumable media, and on the world stage. However, after a certain amount of time, they realize that the leash comes with the crown, or collar. They then need to train, love, teach, and provide for the animal — the fan base — that is their owner.

This is a prickly, sharp, and sometimes painful realization of energy moving upward and downward simultaneously. I will be candid and say that I wrote that passage for certain members of the ever expanding TEAM that I operate with, and within.

As Yeshua was once bestowed a crown of thorns, so are many people trusted with that same burden in modern times. The Crown of Thorns is a symbol meant to carry an idea forward through time. In sports terms, Christ Consciousness took an idea, and threw it through time, using a symbol as a ball, for someone to catch. So let's see if we can carry it a bit further.

The symbol represents a crown that hurts you with painful jabs or stabs from the thorns that come with it. So, let's unpack this a bit.

Hypothetically, of course, say there is a way to increase elevation in one's mind. Say that you start to climb a mountain in the emotional terrain that is consciousness. I am absolutely certain that at a point, you could pass the tree line, get to an elevation that is consistently ice cold, and arrive at the summit where oxygen is remarkably thin.

This is, maybe, how we explain it outward — being ice cold and stressed, or maybe seemingly a bit off but always stable. But what happens inward? What is the experience of this?

In an area where all information is remarkably stable — thus moving at a speed where it can be seen and read — the experience would be one of being challenged with the polarized sides of any concept, repeatedly, on any plane. Big and small, dog and cat, bird and rat, old and young, god and dragon, or any other pair that the mind can conceive, will be tested and challenged.

In psychology, this experience is known as psychological torment.

As a tool, if one is gifted with psychological torment, they have an interface with which they could potentially unlock many "secrets" of the nature of the world. As you are being metaphorically stabbed with whatever idea plagues your kind, you are also given the choice to "play" with those ideas in your mind until you can see the center point — or the origin — of whatever topic you choose to entertain.

It is often difficult to relay that observation for those that practice this Holy War within their own minds. Would you wear it?

I am sure this trait is very common in roles that require their vessels to entertain, or lead, or manage, or teach — any role that requires one to be "mentally flexible" while maintaining a physical embodiment of ethical and moral excellence. Unfortunately, with recent releases of certain files to the public, we see what kind of behavior happens when people fail, or succumb to these thorns.

Now, I ask the question: if you were to be gifted the great burden of holding a Crown of Thorns, what would you do with it? If someone were to seemingly appear out of the ether, and hand it to you on a platter, would you wear it? Would you propel your own vision, or would you help others achieve theirs? Or maybe a bit of both?

It is fascinating to consider the possibilities. I guess, if it were me, I would share the information and practice with trusted people. They would probably have to ask directly, or be selected — yes, I was there on the lawn that day. They would need to choose, and then be chosen. That seems like a fair way to divvy up misery.