Are You a Flesh Robot?

Are you a flesh robot? NPC, in modern parlance. The question is how can they even tell if they were scripted to have some lines placed over an empty shell? That is worth pondering, isn’t it? Thing is we know fine well that every single child that steps into this realm his alive, present and vibrant. What happens? That, my friend, is something I’ve been pondering for many an incarnation and I think I’ve got a decent outline on the whole process. It goes a little something like this:

A baby is born. Not a blank slate, as many attest, because some are quite difficult and crave attention when they step in as they fuss and protest over everything whereas others are more easy going and have an even keel type temperament. That is your first hint about the nature of the mindwipe that occurs preincarnation and how the debts and credits of one live, unexamined, tend to carry forth into the next. Soon the child develops and they gain mastery over this realm by learning the arts of Self control that allow one to swivel their head in a certain direction, at whim, then crawl followed by walking, running, painting and dancing whilst singing. Note that no school is needed, these traits are within. How sad it is that most parents accept handing out the bare minimum (as they themselves received) and then handing their seed over to the System which then forces them to sit still, look ahead, regurgitate the accepted answers on a test and we’ll say you’re intelligent and the rest of the programming – both subtle and obvious – that outlines the blueprint of a flesh robot in the making.

See, a babies mind and that of the Adulterated on an LSD trip exhibit nearly identical patterns of activation. Ain’t that something? There is also the same curious link between the latter in a state of hypnosis that renders them suggestible to external influence and the brain of a child in school, bored out of his head. Notice the spell in that homonym? Interesting parallel, yes? Its there because their minds are mined from within and the Soul they’d have been with Inner Sense at the helm is interrupted and instead the seeds for Adulteration are sprinkled.

Children are, first and foremost, replication machines. They copy their folks, their peers and siblings and unconsciously seek out cues for how to be, how to speak and how to deal with lifes adversity. That is why the helicopter parent invariably creates a child that is enmeshed with their needs and, if they were to trace this way of being, they’d find the designs within them that ruin the next generation as everyone wants to build another flesh robot like them. Even though they’re miserable.

In many respects this is the worlds worst kept open secret as the evidence is all around that a child glows when stepping in and after a couple of decades and change of being ravaged by the System something dim flickers within instead. Maybe that explains our over reliance on the screen, with its false illumination? Some would say its all planned, by elders who are old and ancient, that still guide modern movements. Others would say its just due to our own selfishness and inherent ignorance whilst some blame the hyper-capitialists (who are, oddly, ultra communists as well). At the end of the day there is only one root cause to this problem, my friend. You. Specifically your relation to your consciousness and how well you can sit in the present moment.

Not that well, I’d bet. Have you ever heard of the White Room experiment?

Said setting is, as you’d imagine, totally devoid of hue. There is no sound, no furniture, no view, no friends or anything else to distract your focus or attention. The challenge is to sit within this place for forty five minutes. That usually does the trick. To keep it sporting I’d offer up a wager or bet to make it more enticing. The old carrot on offer before they meet the stick within that had most banging on the door after a few minutes, screaming, “Let me out! Let me out! You win”. When asked “What happened?” they all stated that they hated it or it was a sick and twisted experiment as well as “What the hell goes on inside that head of yours to think up something quite so lunatic?“. All of these yells were a far cry from their initial bravado about how this would the quickest bank they’d make and how they’d like to make it a regular thing. Are you up for the challenge?

The most interesting aspect is, when pressed, many could not (without guidance) come up with a solid and tangible reason for their immense sense of discomfort and quite why they hated the imperience as they did. Truth of the matter is this was all the proof I needed for the flesh robot pudding that is currently being force fed to 8 billion Souls on the planet that are most unaware of whats actually happening inside their consciousness. The White Room forces one to look within. It was based on an inversion of my extended stays in a sensory deprivation tank where one is surrounded by total darkness and silence as they float in a high salt solution that gradually disconnects your mind from the flesh as it can no longer tell where your body starts or ends so you start melting. That, in and of itself, can be quite shocking for many hence its usually a forty five minute thing but I’m no stranger to the inside of my head and, besides, I had more pressing motivation as my Soul was half hanging from my frame like a tube of toothpaste thats been squeezed so the contents no longer fit. Thats another tale we’ll get into elsewhen.

When questioned afterward how many of these people could focus their mind on one thing or do the opposite of what they usually did, in the moment, pretty much all answered in the negative. Upon further discussion they all agreed that they often flew off the handle or over reacted then regretted it as well not taking opportunities in front of them as well as lying in bed at Two AM feeling like living hostages to that voice in their head that reminded them of each and every indiscretion instead of letting them rest. Many of them drank, smoked or popped some pills in order to circumvent this process. This is actually very common with meat puppets because the System is designed and built to ensure you rely on it and not on the fantastic power within that powers this entire realm. That is a profound secret and one who gets its is illumined. Then it makes sense why they call you “cattle” instead. Do you know how much profit is made from the life and death of a cow, my friend? Its immense. From the fluids they strip to the flesh that is consumed as well as the skin, repurposed, as well as various other dynamics of research and development along with some things that would make you think “What the F?”. Look into it then glimpse the world and see if you can digest the parallels because they are identical.

With guidance and the ability to spot these Patterns that generate Click-Whirr responses they previously possessed a small percent of the participants were ready to rise to the challenge. From this narrow spectrum one managed to handle the test again and when she walked out of the door she said:

“That was absolutely amazing. Keep the money, its not needed. The true gift is priceless. Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t see it until it was made so obvious that there was no way to deny it”.

She started making a regular thing of this because if hell is other people then inside is where you discover the devil and that leads one to unravelling the threads of their internal OS and the rest of the Adulteration which sits upon their true consciousness (that I call Inner Sense) much like a callous of thick, dead skin that thinks its living. A meat puppet, in full effect.

Is that a life worth living? One where you go through the motions with no emotions due to the ties of ignorance that leap, from one generation to the next, and ensnare fresh Souls into its old web of deception. There is another option, my friend. Its called the Path of Power. Now, granted, the White Room was a powerful way of testing this but you now have a rough sketch and can practice your Self, should you wish, and spot what happens. Note what pops into your head. The sudden bursts of discomfort in your flesh. The ebb and flow of anxiousness as well as old memories and potential dreads. All of them are speaking but its often in a tongue you no longer know well. Body language. Next, upon your exit from this moment of isolation to bare Witness to your inner realms, grab a pad and pen. At first just jot down your observations then engage in some dialogue with the child within using the method linked to start plumbing your depths. This part alone can be most revealing and many attested that their dreams after this were loaded with symbols and images that prompted further introspection as they peered behind the veil of social programming that built their Adulterated (false) self with all of its coping mechanisms. After this you can grab a sheet of paper, a pen and a dice. Write down six options of the personality you wish to inhabit or develop for a specified period and then go live it. Quite quick will the old saying of the world being a stage become Self evident. The next few steps are as revealing as they are threatening as you come face to face with the masks you wear on your day to day and how they’re all inauthentic. Then you may look around the world and notice why I said most people are Slaves to their ignorance and quite proud of the accomplishment as the voice in their head rules everything and, worst of all, they Thunk its them.

This is how you melt your programs. One of the most interesting side effects people have reported from the process of stepping on the Path of Power is an increased sense of freedom, both without and within. One put it extremely well when he said “Its like I’ve got a whole new tool chest whereas before I only wielded a hammer in my grip and beat everything else into submission because I knew no different” Others have said they totally changed the nature of their relationships whilst a few went on to take it to the next level and get acquainted with higher dimensions of perception that are only available in the moment. All in all they all marveled at the sensations of Inner Sense (complete with their familiar newness) that now ran around their flesh as it was, once again, alive and vivid as it was no longer Adulterated via all kinds of programming that I call inherited ignorance. Remember, I’m only speaking on a small percent of the sample. 8%, at best. The rest ran screaming for the hills, thought I’d flipped my lid, vowed they’d never try one of my imperiments again as well as countless other things that made them keep their distance from then on. Why? Because they’d came face to face with pudding of Adulteration the voice in their head had been forcefeeding them and the bitter little pill of reality was too much to digest without the sugar coating as, like frogs in the kitchen, they’d slowly became accustomed to the temperament (and temperature) that made them this way. Then they’ll die, get mindwiped and slammed back in the flesh for another spin of this Game we’re playing by using our Souls as credits.

These perspectives came later and, from one life to the next, I’ve been nourishing this perspect hence I can say (and mean it) that I am immortal because I wear new flesh like threads from life to the next but the Witness within that makes all possible identifies not with the program for it is in the world but not of. And that, that my friend, makes an immense difference if your ultimate quest is liberation because there is so much more to see beyond this Three Dimensional realm because this is, in form as well as function, more akin to afterlife on this particular level as the difficulty is way high hence there is immense amount of energetics invested in (false) self deception because the truth is too painful to Witness.

Forty five minutes in the White Room made that obvious as people hard as nails as well as those yoga flexible started to crumble with a quickness when face to face with themselves. Says everything, doesn’t it?

Till we meet again