Authenticity is something that was huge way back when I was putting my bit in as another wild jit. Being a biter (or worse a shark ie someone who just chomps anothers vibe entirely and shamelessly) was called out, in an instant, for each had their own flex. Why? Because it hints that the outer not matching whats within and we were all about realness and the definition of Self by Knowing the Ledge.
The Opponent in human form can present themselves with the grin of a friend whilst carrying a heart full of larceny that prays and prays for your end and its essential to spot the tells if you wish to stay 8 steps ahead. Not quite as dramatic as someone who borrows your flex and passes it off as an original creation but the resonance is identical because if you whipped up almost something from almost nothing and were doing it big the whole point of that was it came from within. To see another, especially one in your circle, jock riding was morally dubious and down right offensive really because back in the Nineties originality was king.
Was talking about this recently with a friend as we were discussing fashion and how the Game has changed immensely since when we were jits as the way people buy clothes has been flipped on its head. Back then there were three, maybe four small independent boutiques in town that catered to the fashion forward and they were ran by enthusiasts who had skin in the Game, wanted to get paid and innerstood their clientele so they got a handful of each piece in which ensured what you copped was fresh, limited and unable to replicated by anyone else. Contrast that to nowadays with the whole fast fashion flex that leads to seeming glitches in the Matrix like this that just signal how people are way more linear than back then:
Its amusing when you think about it because it leads into another topic of discussion in that there were was less brands and products on the shelf in the Eighties and Nineties. Early on there were department stores but even such commonplace things as supermarkets were new out of town experiments and the vibe was totally different than this current race to the bottom, disposable everything with no durability designed to keep you buying as you cram landfills with ecological gifts for your grandkids. Getting back to the threads and the point of the topic:
It wasn’t even about being expensive as at that point the huge logo wave hadn’t kicked off yet and it was primarily about the quality of the fabric, how it fits and – most importantly – how you rocked it because, as any young man plugged in to the social circuit will attest, you did what you did for female attention. Trust, if men could bag women without shiny things we’d be walking around in potato sacks tied with an extension cord sleeping in a cardboard box and still hitting skins. Well that is a bit extreme but you get my point. Like the peacock with its shiny feathers that signal “Look, I’ve got it going on so much that I can afford to be as extra as this with no Fs given” your style spoke before you said a thing. Its amusing how this drive for the top tier has always been primed in women and the net amplified it and took it to another level. Throw in the constant thirst and validation and you’ve got a lot of below average, bringing nothing to the table women thinking they are deserving of something not just exceptional but rare beyond belief. Mind boggling really and that all ties into authenticity because one who is real doesn’t feast upon the invisible meal of delusion that society pretends is filling as their stomach is rumbling but they’ll accept nothing less than what they’ve been programmed to think they can get.
The playing field was far smaller back then as you weren’t competing against the whole world at her fingertips. Just the rest on your street, the club or social environment and therefore if you did something and it was working you were real proud of it because you it was an original creation that came from within. You could extend this beyond your style to vibes, lines and the rest because the whole point of being you in all your awesomeness was that it couldn’t be replicated, replaced or erased from her brain once you’d opened the gates. The imprint was set and mark created and enforced in her awareness of “Yeah, he’s cool but he isn’t…” and that was the generally unacknowledged but underlying drive to being authentic.
Now, I’m not saying everyone did this. I had quite an different kind of circle because birds of a feather flock together and when the name of the Game is conquest you’ll see some of your team do the craziest things that work because its just them being them. These days you see very little in the way of innovation but plenty of imitation as people want to be like someone else and thus negate themselves whereas back then it was “How can I take what I’ve got and flip it to my best advantage?” and that meant creativity was a given as you had to work with the limited options that were available. I see it all the time when I walk along the street as its obvious there is a dearth of personality these days and a whole load of imitation instead. Definitely think the net had a lot to do with this because society has always been obsessed with trends but the level and intensity to which its magnified now is crazy as people cut up their flesh and other such things in order to mimic whoever everyone says is the end all be all of the moment.
Not saying we were immune to all of this but it wasn’t as OD as it is now where most people are interchangeable as they say, think and do pretty much the same as everything else and this is the true point of the topic:
What we expressed on the outside was a reflection of our preference and vibe from within. The whole town may be wearing high tops with a fade but you went with lows and let it hang. This is what I’m saying. It extended to so many things and it made conversation very interesting as people would pitch in with wild tangents that made perfect sense to them and the repartee would have you rolling as it was so unpredictable. Things like this, to those who Witnessed them back then, show how that creative spark that burned so bright within was steadily dimmed and totally extinguished as people instead took their cues, wholesale, from the web as the whole world plays a huge Game of Simon Says as their actions pave the information superhighway to hell.
Look around right now and you can tell exactly who someone is from their musical tastes to political preferences and the rest without them saying a thing just based on the image they’re projecting. Better yet you could write down a few talking points on a card with a pen, go over and spark a conversation and I bet you’d end up ticking over eighty percent of the checklist as they’d shoehorn them in as a way of signaling who they are. This is so fake. So inauthentic and yet people don’t know the difference and grab onto these symbols like they are life itself but that is as crazy as going to restaurant and eating the menu that has the food listed on it because you’ve confused the label for the imperience. The map isn’t the terrain but those who can be tricked to think this way are easily led and fleeced as the shepherd giggles with glee at those who are getting flocked mercilessly.
This is what happens when authenticity is left in the dirt as people walk around thirsting for the real without knowing its within due to the layers and layers of blockages and limited thinking they’ve been trained to accept as a virtue to be championed. This is primarily due to echo chamber effect of finely tuned algorithms that allow streams of strangers from all over the world to coalesce and take their viewpoint as true as they verify their bias, feel reassured and then set off on a crusade of vengeance on those who dare think different. Know why that is?
Because real recognizes real as it nods its head in respect just as fake knows another of the same and runs screeching at the implications of this in regards to this castle and kingdom built upon the shifting sands of the Current Thing. Its a one way ticket to misery and the anger you see overflowing as triggered people scream and act like little kids is actually a vent to prevent the realization of them living the life inauthentic. Its why you see people cling to movements and labels to define themselves like a security blanket. Because they, on some level, feel an absence within but due to not being able, wanting to or having never considered it they look to the web which welcomes them with open arms. Just as the spider who spun it intended.
Look at those who preach peace, tolerance and acceptance and then contrast how little of it the posses for anyone who doesn’t think, act and behave exactly like them. Look beneath the veneer of countless movements, both ancient and modern, and you’ll notice the cracks of splits and division that are reflective of this mask they wear which isn’t a face and how its presence chafes their real skin which is kept hidden. To offset this anxiety they rail and scream at anyone who provides a vent and allows them too keep investing in the facade they desperately want to believe in.
Don’t expect logic or reasoned conversation where they consider your points and take it in. No. This is just a redux of the Crusade mentality, or better yet, the witch hunt trick:
“Lets dunk her in the water repeatedly and if she dies our suspicions were correct and if she lives then she’s definitely wicked”.
Either way the target ends up dead. Lets imagine a world where one side, doesn’t matter who it is, wins their global jihad against all the infidels that dare to think different. Suddenly the whole entire world has one Current Thing with which they are all in agreement. What do you think happens next?
Someone, somewhere will point out something in the narrative that they don’t agree with and boom, just like an old splinter of the mind is given a fresh existence and the age old divide of us against them comes out of hiding look to feast upon those who can’t see the truth that is so obvious to the rest.
You could argue that this drive is hardwired into modern humans and in a sense I would agree but the flames that come from these embers are fanned by inauthenticity and the complete and total disconnection most have from their internal realm. This is the true pandemic and its been raging unchecked as its actively encouraged by the Slave/Masters because people fighting among themselves equals no one rising up against them as their slowly slowly approach with plans that span millennia are pulled off without a hitch because people can’t see through the distraction.
Your (mis)education stands in the way of your wisdom like a contact lens that was inserted on purpose to distort your vision way back when. If you notice and remove this ever so slick trick that isn’t in your best interests then the truth becomes Self evident as everyone reads the chart and the letters match instead of arguing about pointless things that genuinely have no existence in and of themselves.
Back then this was far easier to see and we laughed at the attempts of social manipulation that were first being bandied around as “politically correct” because it was so obvious what they were doing. Now its became the standard. Remember what I said about your Opponent planning in generations whilst you are trying to get yours in this moment? See how easy it is to fall for the trick when you lack perspective?
I’m not downplaying anyones movement, issues or grievances. Yes, I know from first hand imperience the world is a wickedly intolerant place that feels much like a living hell to those who wish to assist in generating a shift to make it more pleasant but this is also a double edged weapon as it creates a frame of zeal within which to operate in and people can be manipulated to do the craziest of things against those who they feel are less than human for not agreeing one hundred percent with them on everything. Actually, lets take it back to the previous example where one method of thinking takes over the entire world but lets remove the splintering:
The entire Earth is in agreement. People are so in sync that they actually blink in unison. There is no more discussion because its simply not needed. Everyone knows the truth, its obvious. There is no fighting. No tension and no stress. Does that sound like heaven or hell?
The simple truth is that at our collective level of devolution and disconnection from the inner realm absolutely nothing would happen and the society that was built would collapse in on itself as there is no interplay of yan and ying in such a level of stasis. From these ashes would arise certain factions that exert their dominance over the environment that weave tales that glorify them and their ways as others disagree and people get to fighting until through all this friction they invent flat screens and stripy toothpaste as they dream of ever inventive ways to kill their earthbound comrades.
See why I said you could argue that this drive is hardwired into modern humans? There is nothing new under the Sun. The Game of Souls is a loop that just keeps on going round and round recycling the Souls dumb enough to get sucked into its tricks and the only way it ends with a win instead of a great reset is for the people playing to comprehend their true nature and flip the script. Look within, you’ll see exactly what is meant by these words and the intent that drives this text I’m typing. You may not agree with my sentiment but you comprehend it and can contrast it with a level of flexibility and openness that was, back when, standard equip.
Even that is being eradicated real quick as their parents and the System rapidly tells them what to think and not how to. That is the crucial difference. Just look at those virtue signaling posts that clog up socials as people inauthentic share recollections of events that didn’t happen in which their three year old kid just happens to say something that chimes perfectly with their favorite talking points and then consider the intellectual level of the human equivalent of clapping seals clicking that like button when they know damn well its as fake as them.
In the land of make believe the truth is a huge threat and there is a reason why only the child could see the Emperor was undressed and how this made the rest snap to their senses. Its a tale as old as man himself and you will live, die and come back as a collective until you comprehend that the outer is simply a projection of within and any schism you see is actually reflecting one that has its origin within and when do you think the seeds of this destruction were sprinkled?
Childhood, when else? Not for nothing is it called the era of innocence and thus Inner Sense is what is truly lacking whereas back then it was the difference that made the difference when it came to staying fresh, looking slick and doing it big and that is why anyone who walked the planet in the Nineties knows exactly what I’m saying about the erosion of the authentic and the mass amount of energy that is invested by the collective to slather themselves in BS and then walk around pretending it doesn’t stink.
Can you see the Fnords?
Till we meet again
