Am I Mad for Not Being Crazy Too?

You, the Soul reading this, are currently well adjusted to an extremely bizarre kind of social sickness in which you Thunk some pretty strange things and accept them due to your programming that has, so far, remained unchallenged. Don’t fret, my dear, 81% of the planet are like this and they are all varying degrees of miserable, anxious or stressed. Thats part and parcel of the script. I never was one for this and exercised my undependance at every chance I’d get, much to the chagrin of anyone claiming any type of authority over my sentience. That road has been interesting, to say the least, and now we get to where I sit as I push the pen and scribe this message to the masses for I have a question:

Am I mad for not being crazy too?

Really think about this, you. Its kind of hard to see from the inside if you’ve never done any introspection or totally changed your perspective on anything but, as usual, we find clues and cues in the mundane to which most never pay any attention so spin your mind back a bit to the tale of the Emperor who was actually naked and consider this an induction in magic, trance states and social hypnosis. The only one who wasn’t affected was the little boy because he dwells in Inner Sense and thus tends to accept nothing and question everything. The rest bow to authority outside of them and its proclamations. Even if it contradicts their own perceptions. Isn’t that something? Its really, really weird once you’ve seen it in full effect because most people are pretty much sleepwalking and convinced they can see as their eyelids are open. But, ask your Self, when you are tucked up in bed and Witnessing those nocturnal visions that often verge on the ridiculous how convincing is the illusion, my friend? Quite a bit, yes? Well, “reality” is exactly the same thing as most people are plugged in to someone elses delusion. You can call it tradition, culture or just the way it is. The label is irrelevant as its a state of hypnosis which programs via suggestions that are then constantly reinforced to ensure you get the message.

Hitler said the same thing “Make the lie big and repeat it often“. We see this blueprint etched throughout pretty much every single concept in this realm because deception requires continual reinforcement hence each fresh generation is bludgeoned to near death with what (not how) to think as they’re slipped a Thunk pill instead upon which they’ll spend the rest of their life chewing as they are regurgitating and spewing what they’ve been told to see and not what they truly perceive.

No wonder people are miserable, anxious and stressed. Thank gosh they have the net to either distract them to death or where they can pretend to be picture perfect for others as fake as them. Lets not forget about the process of hypernormalization which is helped immensely by the echo chamber effect that you see quite often on the web where groupthink is in full effect. I’m sure the aged Fuhrer is doing a jig in Brazil. Or maybe one of his clones is instead. Did you know there is a small town which is filled with blonde haired, blue eyed twins and was reputed to be where Mengele dipped and was relocated as part of Operation Paperclip along with the rest of his flag saluting friends? Stranger and strangest, given the naturally dark skin and eyes of the natives and yet nobody questions the narrative.

Am I mad for not being crazy too?

Everyone says they’d be the dude that didn’t salute but hindsight is an easy thing to claim because right now, here, in the moment you are sanctioning and accepting all types of craziness due to the skills and tricks that are woven to ensure the perception deception is accepted as the “real” thing. Let me give you a quick example:

Which one of these lines is the same length as the sample? Think about it then read this article for the answer and you’ll see why so many people accept the Emperors nakedness as they sell themselves delusions from a position of ignorance and are their own best customers. Most folks don’t like admitting this. Its why they said that its easier to fool people than convince them they’ve been tricked as the process is recursive hence if they can sell you an inch you’ll seen be the owner of a mile as well as a bridge that leads to a magical castle within which you live. None of it really exists. Its all due to your investment. Like money, for example. “I promise to pay the bearer on demand“, once upon a when, actually meant you’d get some metal in exchange for the paper which says “Spend! Spend! Spend!” but now those three seashells are filled with nothingness and even that deception is soon to end.

Like I said, make the lie big and repeat it often. Like diamonds being a girls best friend when the truth of the matter is most of these bints are too dim to click why and how their passions cooled and fell off a cliff once their man placed that ring upon her finger nor why she takes it off to hook up with his friend and then slides back into her role of desperate housewife again as she’s drunk at three PM in a fabulous mansion.

Am I mad for not being crazy too?

If it hasn’t worked for you, him or them you can pretty certain that something is broken. I’ve kicked it with a few peeps who were really quite rich and when asked one simple question every single one of them pointed at an event which happened way before they’d clocked millions:

“When were you the happiest?”.

That really changed my way of looking at things, back when, because I believe money is only real when spent and thus tend to let it slip through my fingers because the flow is abundant when you activate the real life glitch caused by being generous in the quest for imperience. The more you give, the more you get. The same can be said of Knowledge. Laughter and orgasms as well. These are the true appreciating assets that many totally miss as they’re looking for something else without a clue of what it truly is beyond some abstract symbol that was given to them, back when, and they accept as gospel. Ask your Self:

If what you truly knew actually worked then your life would be perfect. The fact it isn’t shows there is a problem with your internal OS so dare you face it and reprogram where needed by actually examining your preconceptions to see if they make sense or are you perfectly content being discontent in your rut lined with velvet as you covet shiny trinkets that take the edge off feeling miserable as you stunt on those as broken (and broken) as yourself, in the moment?

Am I mad for not being crazy too? If thats the alternative then you’re welcome to keep it and I’ll stand alone in my zone as the change I wish to manifest in this realm because everything you are seeking truly comes from within and the outer is but a misrepresentation which is paraded as the only option via the brainwashing part of the System that daily claims all the Souls it can get as they, in turn, sweat for their daily bread. Even if they’re gluten intolerant. Did you know that wheat and dairy cause an almost opiate like hit in your head? Same thing with sugar, methinks, along with its caffeinated friend inside your beverage as well as the dopamine produced by clicks as you browse while sipping. The entire populace is fiending and can’t even see it because everyone is doing it and nobody stops to question the crazy train or its destination on this floating insane asylum in outer space that the inmates took over, long, long ago, and continue to dictate the pace to the rest of the race who can’t wait to get ahead.

And to this, my friend, you are so well adjusted that to question it seems strange. Just like an Emperor waving his peepee in your face as you use your imagination to fill in whats missing. Same thing you do with bills, both the type you spend and the ones you get as both are debt. Actually, try this imperiment:

Go and take a look at all of your post and arrange it into two piles using this trick. The ones where your name is WRITTEN IN ALL CAPITALS versus the Regular Ones Like This will reveal something quite interesting. The answer is within the question.

Am I mad for not being crazy too?

Till we meet again

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