We live in times of unrivaled comfort. A quick peek inside your fridge shows food from various continents and you have the world at your fingertips via the net and more entertrainment than you can imagine. All of these things are Trojan Whorez in the sense that you grok not to the conquest they present as you’re too busy enjoying the gift and not spotting what you missed. What do I mean? Simple:
“Ah! There’s nothing to eat in this house!” said when there actually is plenty. Same when it comes to that doomscrolling or scouring for a flick and then jumping to another within seconds. The same can be said of relationships, interests and pretty much anything. We have became a surface level species whose minds are spread thin and thus are scared of the depths. Some of us, however, prefer to swim in the eternal darkness of the subconscious and its from there I share this missive.
Down here the perspective is quite different. See, I call 81% of the populace Slaves as they work on Click-Whirr Patterns that are installed in their childhood and run their entire existence. They, as expected, have no clue of this and thus are pretty much sleepwalking mistaking the false world in their head for reality as it is. Whats most interesting about this, however, is how once you know this you can spot these chunks of Thunk being shifted and rearranged inside their head as they are oh so predictable. Not only this but they get defensive when challenged as there is a part of them that needs to believe in the fabrication whilst another aspect knows the deal stinks. This is why I’ve said the spell “individual” is actually more accurately expressed as this when uncontracted:
Perfect, isn’t it? This is that Inner Sense that thrives within and smiles at discovering new things, challenging assumptions whilst enjoying the thrill of figuring it out for themselves. As you can guess this is what gets Adulterated and thus the Game begins where people think they’re thinking when they’re actually Thunking. I mean, ask your Self, when was the last time you had a train of thought that wasn’t entirely predictable from here to the end? And yet, you still engaged with it. You kept that hungry phantom fed with your energetics and intent. Why? Because you skim the surface.
In all truth and honesty most people are quite miserable. The strangeness is we have so much stuff in excess and yet people still feel radically unfulfilled. Thats why we have so many bread and circuses as well as shiny logos and pointless movements that won’t change a thing to rally behind as people yearn for a sense of community and connection that is totally lacking at the present moment. Ironically even going back two or three generations and it was standard to kick it with the people where you lived as we were far more organically social. Screens put an end to this. An interloper steps in, offers connection and delivers isolation instead. Same blueprint, different opiate. And yet people line up for another hit. This is why I said that comfort hides conquest as there are quiet weapons being used for the silent wars they wage. Let me give you an example:
One fine day I done all that was needed. Now, I’m not the type that ever carries a mobile but I do hammer the net a fair bit. Granted, its mainly for learning as opposed to just getting another dopamine hit but, no matter how you rationalize it, its one and the same thing. Quite often I just vanish. Step away. Disconnect. This was one such event and I decided to invest in some quiet contemplation as I communed with Self. Nobody around, no distractions, no music or conversation. Just profound silence and a state of observation. Now, I’m no stranger to my inner realms and what was originally planned to be a three day thing had another four added on to the end as it felt so amazing to gain conscious awareness of the levels of tension I was carrying underneath my coping mechanisms that used comfort and distraction as a way to hide them. The feeling is quite magnificent to one familiar with Inner Sense. To the rest it may seem like their own personal slice of hell and that is quite ironic because one only finds enlightenment by stepping into the darkness and then adjusting their third eye vision.
I felt fresh, clean, bright and light. The experience was the reward as the destination was the journey but the version of me that strolled back to life, back to reality, was not the same as the one that left. More refined, more at ease. Like a factory reset had taken place and blew new wind into my sails. I was floating. Until I turned on my phone and was hit with a cascade of notifications.
The energy emanating from the screen could be described as nothing less than pure evil. It was cold, surgical and draconian. I actually felt its presence wafting from the black cube I was holding and it filled me with an intense sense of repulsion hence the device was defenestrated. The comparison of states was so immense that it really made me pause and reflect. Granted I’d been eating nothing but the plainest food with no seasoning as well because I wanted the full reset but it really made me think about how this tech and progress is actually robbing us of our internal resources by bringing the world to our fingertips. That is quite something because we are a lazy, lazy species and if anyone can make things easy then stepping back isn’t something most would pick and yet it becomes quite obvious that comfort hides conquest.
Take dating apps, for example. There is a well known joke about the store that sold men that highlights how women think like cats whereas men are more like dogs with their affection. I mean, everyone knows that the ladies are stone cold realists when it comes to affairs of the heart as they use whats between their legs to generate the best return on investment in terms of feathers and or nest and the rest whereas men are actually hopeless romantics in staunch denial of this. In many ways we’re a schizophrenic species and the ways these apps are built are designed to widen the schism because there is a handful of men running through all of the women in rotations whilst the rest languish in eStalking after being left on read. “So what?” says the hypothetical women. “It just made it more convenient to filter the trash and every girl knows we compete amongst ourselves hence we flaunt diamonds and shiny things as proof of our skills and this is why our besties chop and change like the wind because todays flavor of the month can be tomorrows allergic reaction. Get with the program, grandad!”.
Thats exactly what I mean though, exactly. See, what the screen won’t tell and most don’t click is the only relationship worth investing in this realm is the one with Self. The rest is mere distractions because who you attract reflects your inner realms hence the girl who constantly gets cheated on or the man who attracts violent women and is scared to tell his friends that his ass is constantly getting whipped or he’s psychologically belittled. Actually, that part of relationships is intense and I’ve had some interesting sessions with clients who were totally oblivious to the fact they’re the common link. It really made me wonder how this subconscious radar does its thing to pick the dysfunctional one out of a crowd and then start relating. That was in the past though. These days it won’t even get to that level. More reach but spread thin, remember what I said?
Comfort hides conquest because we’re interacting through a flat plane that, by its very nature, is inauthentic. Same can be said for the foods in your fridge that are out of season, not in local resonance and, quite often, edited and manipulated to ensure their trip across the continents to your shelf allows them to present the illusion of being fresh. We have, as a collective, slid into a simulation of the old reality that us Eighties kids knew well. The digital babies won’t know the difference and, worse still, those that come a few generations later will be born plugged in as it clicks why the apple of your eye is called Siri, now flipped, and inserted directly into their iris as they look back at us like we do cavemen.
The question is, will they be more or less human? What do you think?
There is a huge project underway on the planet and it ramps up the heat in degrees in order to prevent the frogs sitting in the pots from exercising their strength and saving themselves. Instead they sell and tell them, via jingles and celebs, that this is the sauna experience or global warming and such things. In reality this is hells kitchen and the master of ceremonies is well versed in the art of deception as he penned the chapters and thus they flow via the helps of his assistants.
Granted, you drop this ether on the average and they’ll sit their scratching their heads and wondering what the point is. This just attests what I said about Thunking and its predictable nature, doesn’t it? As well as how they’re scared of the depths, skim the surface, are spread thin, totally saturated with distraction and yet equally anxious but too busy fronting to admit it.
I might tell you a story one day about a really pretty girl who had followers in the millions and dropped it all in the recycle bin to pursue a life more authentic after one conversation with your man pushing the pen as she was smart enough to click the deeper meaning of my message when she felt it activating parts she didn’t know she possessed. Last I heard she’d learned a new language and was baking cakes in Madrid. A totally different kind of wealth. One that came by ditching the comfort and seeking conquest instead because that was how she responded when asked the question:
“Lets imagine that all things are equal within but the other version of you has a face and body that is ugly as sin. What would you do then?”.
Her response was instant and nothing more needed to be said due to the straight line in Tetris moment that led to her flinging her cell, disconnecting from the image building and upping her wavelength to rise to the challenge of taking the road less travelled vs the path of least resistance that truly hadn’t delivered anything beyond running on an emotional treadmill that was equipped with room service and as much dopamine as she could handle.
Instead of the world coming to her she went to it and, in the process, totally rewrote her internal operating system to create an existence which now has layers of depth instead of being spread thin and is shared with far more intimate connections and private moments where she is fully present and unfolding from within versus skimming the surface and living connected yet disconnected.
What you have to innerstand, and I really hope you get, is that what they bring to you is actually preventing you from discovering hence comfort hides conquest. There are levels and rules to this Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits and that which you’re seeking in the places they said will never deliver anything other that disappointment because that is the intent of those who profit from the treadmills within which most are running because, from the outside looking in, its obvious they make no progress but only a small percent are perceptive enough to admit it isn’t working and fewer still are willing to think different and even less rise to the challenge.
81% are Slaves. 11%, Slave/Masters, called so because they profit from the distractions. The remaining 8% are Warriors and thus feel free to go against the grain because they know their discomfort zone is where the magic happens.
Till we meet again
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