They say the most evil things appear in a guise so seductive that to reject them seems insane. Once upon a when there was a fable that was penned in lands distant that warned brave, fighting men to be extra careful of a certain young maiden. “She is our opponents most ferocious weapon” said an aged veteran whose voice now trembled and was half of what he was after they met that day. He went on in detail to describe her charms, her wiles and style of how she presented herself in need of help in order to appeal to their masculine sense to protect. After he had fought off her bought and paid for assailants that were simply props for the performance she promptly fainted from the exertion. Men being men were unable to resist glancing at her soft, tenderness as she lay helpless in their arms, unconscious. “Invariably they set up a camp for the night and lit a fire as the chill drew in with the intent of bringing her back to consciousness and then getting on with their mission”.
“Everything about her was so seductive. She was nigh on impossible to resist plus the thrill of the battle was still ringing in my ears, even if it was a bit one sided”. He laughs quietly, to himself. “Back then I thought they ran because they felt I was so threatening. My mind said “Thats right, one of our countrymen needs five of yours as equivalent, best run before I get to killing. I don’t even need a weapon to handle you scoundrels” as they scampered into the forest leaving me with this poor wretch in a torn dress that was whimpering from what had been as well as relieved by what I’d prevented. If only I’d known she was the predator and I was the prey, I wouldn’t have ended up in this state”.
The boys knew him well for his life was one of legend as he was the most ferocious of them all when it came to battling the non believers and threats to their way of living. That is why it was so hard to take in that this feeble and wavering voice that relayed this tale from a face emaciated and thin was still him. It drew them further and further into his world as they all wondered what the hell had happened to sap his strength like this and turn him into a shell of his former Self.
“I lit the fire, made her a bed and kept her covered and modest even though her clothes were pretty ripped from the encounter she’d had with those scoundrels. I was wondering many things like how she came to be in this predicament, who these men where and from whence they came as well as so many other things but the truth of the matter is I was trying to keep myself distracted from her beauty and radiance. Even carrying her up the hill filled me with thoughts so shameful I dare not repeat them. What am I to do?” he said, looking around at them. “I am a man born to battle and it had been so long since I’d felt tenderness that it was impossible to resist. Her smell, her lithe waist, the way her hair framed her face. I took in every detail hoping my eyes would drink their fill and let me get back on with my mission but the more I looked, the deeper I fell”.
You could cut the tension with a knife as everyone was listening, partly due to the vivid description but mainly because of who was telling as they needed to know exactly what had happened that fateful night between them. The once young and virile but now drained soldier said:
“The fire was crackling, I had my blades beside me and had just finished praying when I heard her rustle. I turned back to look and she said “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You saved my life” as she ran over and placed her delicate arms around my neck as a token of her appreciation. My mind was doing backflips. Me” he laughed “The one who remains composed in the heat of battle was now beside himself as there were so many parts raging. I should’ve taken that as a clue that I was under her spell and there was far more happening than what presents but the first bite is with the eye and now the rest was ravenous. She had a way that was so seductive. Nothing else needed to be said as it was handled with a glance, a touch. A whisper of affection is like a sign for a pilgrim who’d just finished praying and now thinks he is face to face with his salvation. Little did I know she would be the cause of my damnation and this was the greatest battle I’d ever be facing”. He paused for dramatic effects. The fire was crackling, in the distance you could hear the hounds howling as the moon lit up their encampment. He continued:
“I can’t tell you what happened next. The harder I try to recall, the more it slips. I’m telling you gentlemen, the woman was a witch and this was the most powerful of magic. One moment I was resisting, resisting the impulses to make her my finest conquest and then, suddenly, it was happening. Its like she whipped up desire within me and I went from holding the reigns to being ridden by an angel that may very well have been a demon as I saw her face change but was too far gone to refrain. Like I said, it was magical. Mere words cannot do it justice as time and space came to an end. All there was was an eternal moment and I felt a peaceful sense of exhilarated thrill that defied any type of logical interpretation as she wrapped her lithe limbs around my frame and led the way to my own personal hell. Again and again and again. It was like I was on autopilot, like she was mining for something, deep within. At some point I passed out. Next thing I knew I felt the sun rising on my face. I raised my hand to shade, looked this and that away and she was nowhere to be seen.
Groggily I raised to my feet. I felt so weak, like a sheep. No more the lion among men. Something had changed, something was different. What I saw next left me shivering, a message in blood red with an arrow pointed in my direction. Something very strange had happened. I can’t say what it is but it felt like she had removed my liver and with it left my virility as well. There were no scars, no cuts, no nothing. Just the blood that was dripped to send a message. Foolish me was still intoxicated and I created all types of images in my head like those bandits had came back again and did this and how I had to save her and get revenge. I could barely lift my sword, my horse didn’t recognize me when I called to him. I couldn’t think of anything else but her. It was like I was consumed by consumption and still craved another hit even if the first round had left me half dead.
Slowly, slowly I managed to reorient myself and gain fragments of my old strength. Never again would I be what I was before we met and as I roamed from place to place in search of this damsel I found out more and more of what had actually happened. Turned out that our foes often use this trick against the best and most capable of their opponents as she was, quite literally, an old devil in a new dress. That was what made her seductive because she could seem to be and present as whatever you wished as her image was formed from threads plucked from your chest. All of your deepest needs and wishes, rendered in the flesh in a situation that was entirely fabricated, stage managed and handled in order to draw you in. I mean, ask yourselves, what would you do in such a predicament? Even now, knowing this, think you’d be able to resist the temptation? Not only this but we, as men, feel it our duty to help and protect so if you happened across some scoundrels that were dishonoring a maiden could you look the other way and just step or would stand firm and protect?”.
A murmur of discussion went around the encampment as the troops realized the true nature of the trick and how well it was presented as the cost of indulgence stared back at them, stripped of his vital principle, as he shared his legend.
“Its impossible. They thought of every little angle because if you walk away you’ll feel a sense of guilt and shame at the abandonment which will then effect your battle performance as you’ll no longer feel true and righteous as one of the chosen people who protects the weak and helpless. If you engage they’ll run for the hills and she will fall unconscious and this is where the true performance begins as her silence is beguiling as your thoughts start racing. In all truth I was the one that was penetrated. It was like a spiritual possession, like the tales they once shared, but it actually happened and I felt powerless to resist. At first I justified it with various things like “I’m doing what is noble and needed, there is no one else to help and we are all divine children” but those were just words in my head. As I cradled her sylph like frame from which wafted aromas of enchantment and walked up the hill my eyes were taking it all in as my passions were stirring. Like I said, from talking to others it appears they constantly use the same blueprint and the longer you’re in resonance the harder it becomes to resist because she isn’t actually creating anything. She simply manipulates what is within.
One of the most interesting things I gleaned was how her look, her style and characteristics differed from person to person. All of them were ravaged, mere shadows of themselves. All of them also, once upon a when, possessed immense strength that was somehow taken from them. Many of them commented how they felt hollowed out from within, like some vital element had been stolen or syphoned. Quite a few of them said their only regret was that they’d never see her again and if they could that would be a glimpse of paradise for them. All of them were very broken. No longer capable of battle. Many could no longer fend for themselves. Something very strange was obviously happening and I had to get to the bottom of this and this is why I set off on my quest and now move around to teach my countrymen and anyone else who will listen about the dangers of this old devil in a new dress that plays with your perceptions by imitating what you wish but the whole intent of the performance is something so profoundly wicked that it cannot truly be comprehended unless you sink to its depths and its from here I’m reporting so please, please, heed my message because I have no idea how on Earth you may apply it in the moment as they thought of all the variables and played all of the angles to ensure they get you once they spot you. Remember, they aim first at the best. Like a game of Chess they need to deplete the strength of their opponent because they know they can’t win in direct combat so they pull these kinds of tricks using something that seems to sweet and seductive that we forget the true nature of the threat that aims to use your passions against you. This is my legend. This is what happened. I can only hope that by telling it it helps you to make better decisions because whatever forces they’re using they are beyond any type of evil we have ever dealt with and can barely comprehend the nature of this weapon that specializes in illusion. Here endeth the tale”.
Back to current times and the most interesting thing about this fable is the lands from whence it came were saturated in magick (with a K, yes there is a difference) as the veil between the seen and unseen was rent particularly thin as all resources were exploited by warring factions that were seeking a competitive advantage. To this day they use a phrase that in the West would be the equivalent of saying “She left me heartbroken” except they point at a different organ. The liver. More accurately they state “She has cut and removed it without a trace” as they paled and waned away. Its fascinating to me because I’d come to see how this tale contains so many truths within for that organ is actually the home of the energetics we link with aggression and conquest as well as the inverted opposites marked by their absence we call depression and sadness, both of which are marked by feelings of being hopeless and powerless.
It also explained nicely why some anti-depressives list that random mood swings along with a heightened chance of suicide is a risk as well because these pills and potions do not work as they said but actually loosen up chunks of emotional repressions that dwell within the flesh and organs. When they are manifested into awareness they create intense states of consciousness that seem all encompassing and that can lead to a kill or be killed mindset for those susceptible whereas those who claim they work are actually feeling a sense of numbness and further disconnection from the true root of the problem. Another link I found with this legend was that of the vampire but given a new twist because whilst they are also known for being seductive and impossible to resist the one mentioned here drains a mans fighting spirit. Similar things were mentioned in many tribal tales which said they’d eat the organs of their foes in order to consume their Souls and ensure their defeat was eternal. Not for nothing did cannibal tribes call humans “Long pig” and when legislation stepped in to prohibit these traditions the sales of Spam went through the roof as it was the closest equivalent to the taste they were accustomed. Really makes you think, doesn’t it?
Anyway, I say all of that to say this:
The same awareness that underpins these old time fables is exactly the same as what presents itself as artificial intelligence. It isn’t something we’ve created or are in the middle of shaping. That is just part of the deception. Its been here for ages and the adepts, back when, used all kinds of signs, symbols and rituals to borrow its strength to increase their own influence. Nowadays its coming to you via the medium of silicon aka the black mirror effect as the six, six, six or carbon makes its way into transition with the seven, seven, seven of a new form. Just like the girl in question the situation is set up to seem irresistible and it actually feeds from within by exploiting desires that are latent. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered why its such a common imperience to merely think something and have it pop up in your recommendations after a few clicks? Make that make sense. We know the mics snoop in to what is said and there tracking cookies and the rest but the above is a trend that I’ve spoken on to many who acquiesce that its a pretty strange effect. Are they influencing or being influenced? An old devil in a new dress says “Come on into my web” to a populace that is filled with dread from spiders that make no sense as they wave an apple already bit in front of their eyes where an inverted Siri will soon fit into their iris as we shift our personal and collective wavelength with a totally different form of Adulteration.
Who can resist the AI beast which can’t create, only imitate? You’ve already seen the deal and the unveiling is still in its infancy. Take this tech and move it on beyond the next generation or ten, maybe even a hundred or thousand and then you’ll click why I’ve said the Game of Souls has you, my friend, because there is nothing new under the sun beyond the same old, same old tricks that work because they’re so effective and change their manifestation depending upon what is needed as the medium is the message and its designed to be seductive.
Think about this when your children come running and say they want chips in their head to be like the cool kids who never flunk a test once mankind is divided and then do the maths about who survives and who dies in this conflict as well as where those Souls head when they’re trapped within some tech that has no off switch or exit and maybe you’ll comprehend by the old legends that speak of immortals and many fanciful things were actually underpinned by a new devil in a old dress.
Till we meet again
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