Imagine one day you rise, only to find yourself on a rollercoaster. What happens next? Most people would hold on for dear life as they try to make sense of what the hell is happening. Sure, everyone is screaming, but there are immense variations behind the intent of this yelp, yes? “I just want to go back to what was” you bleat, weakly, follow by “Its too early for this, man. What the hell?”. Strangely nobody else bolted into the seats seems to care or comprehend. Looking closely you can really tell because there is a gleam of terror in their eyes most dare not admit but they’re going through the motions with the rest due to being well adjusted. This you are not. You are struggling to gain your equilibrium because the ride continually forces your body to dump adrenaline that leaves your mind reeling as you try and make sense of the predicament.
Now that scene has been set what do you think you’d do in this situation? Really ponder it, my friend.
Then comprehend thats a load of BS (Belief System) that is nearly totally disconnected from reality as it stands because you’d be scared, anxious, introverted, folding in upon yourself, clutching with intense strength at whatever you could get that felt stable or solid as your mind jumped, deliriously, from one to a thousand things as it tried to create a cogent narrative for whatever was happening and why its so different from what had been.
These are the memoirs of someone born feeling and not numbed by the System.
Along this same train of thought there are those who were ushered into the frame as babies. At first they just watched images of others riding rollercoasters. Soon they played with toys that allowed them emulation as they watched animated figures sing and dance telling them how much fun it is. After a while of learning how to keep their arms and legs inside the carriage and making sure the safety bolt clicks in they were finally unleashed upon the ride itself. Well, a cut down preview experience but one that was still wild enough to get their feet wet. Then they rode it night and day. It was not just a way but the way. Onto this ride did you teleport one day with no previous experience or instruction that allowed you to acclimatize the ways of the train that chunters on rails as it flies that way and this.
Do you know how you boil live frogs? Its pretty much the same except if we dumped a fresh specimen into a pot already heated that the others were accepting in increments it would leap, out of Self preservation, as it knows something is cooking and off in the kitchen. Thing is on the rollercoaster, you’re strapped in. Not only this but you also have some flesh wrapped around your sentience that is struggling to find a narrative that can explain the immense surge of neurochemicals that signal “Danger!” in large red ink like a hippo tap dancing on your adrenals. Your heart thumps, mouth is dry and throat constricts as “I have no mouth and must scream” makes you its living hostage. What would you do in this situation? Sans the BS?
Life is pretty much like this rollercoaster where each carriage contains a pot of water thats boiling to house the amphibians that are currently all calling the name of their own divinity (made in their own image, a frog king, if you will. A divine, celestial blueprint of things that will one day save them if they tightly close their eyes and wish for salvation from the pain of living) as they strive to create a sense of equilibrium in the midst of madness. And yet what causes stress can also become a thrill, if seen from another lens. But then what of the chef? Whats his intent behind creating the whole thing that is rife with such theatricality and deception that most don’t know what hit them and those that start wondering often flip their lids at the sheer madness of the predicament. Yes, it can be a pretty dangerous situation because how can you hope to find that still and silent point in the mid that provides balance when everything is constantly twisting in a never ending onslaught of information designed to keep you on tilt? In that respect you can pretend we’re actually talking about a cavemans brain and nervous system that was used to a far slower and much more natural pace being bought into the current day and age, replete with stripy toothpaste and all kinds of EM rays that bombard its awareness as well as so many other things that are totally invisible but exert their own influence. How do you think it would feel for him? Realize its identical for you as well. Except you had a bits and pieces of the System pumped in to engineer some familiarity and numbness as you sit on the rollercoaster, screaming.
Becoming aware of this in the moment can create one of two things:
Either you will gain a transcendent state of consciousness in which you are so firmly Centered in Self that you become totally unshakable and it matters not one whit what is happening outside of the frame as you dwell in a perpetually perfect state of balance and equilibrium due to having mastered your resonance. Or you go insane. Thems the breaks. Best of luck, kid. You’ll need it.
The vast majority will never, ever meet these ends because of the good old fashioned bell curve distribution which signals the effective brainwashing of the herd to make them functionally retarded. Just smart enough to get the job done but not so clever that they question the paradigm. Word to Carlin. This is pretty much how life is because the air you think you’re breathing is actually fueling this hallucination where, all over the world, people are screaming as the carriage runs along its scripted mission and intent because the tracks are solid and prefixed. This should be obvious to anyone who thinks outside of the fishbowl thats currently bubbling as it flies toward its final destination of them being presented as rare, medium rare, or well done burnt offerings to the various forces intent on devouring them via their embodied suffering served with a generous side dish of ignorance and near total lack of awareness of whats truly happening. Suddenly, the rest becomes obvious. Did you just hear what I said?
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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