Will the Plastic Surgery Generation Hate Their Kids?

Whilst loads of pretty much everything is up for negotiation of one thing you can be certain:

We are living in pretty strange times.

In many ways giving tech to humans is the same as handing a chimp an AK Forty Seven. What could go wrong? Well, one of the things I’m wondering is will the plastic surgery generation hate their kids? I mean, really ponder this. You’ve went to all kinds of lengths to edit your visage in order to remix your genetics from the recombination promised into something that looks like you with a real life filter on top of it. Well done, get your likes, chase your bliss and all the other platitudes that are so common at the moment.

What happens when you land the fish you seek (because most surgeries are for attention and the end result of this is better sex choices, yes?) and do the deed to bring the next gen in? Isn’t that fraudulent advertising? How would you feel if you went to buy a piece of fine Italian engineering only to discover, eventually, it was a Toyota with bits added? Would you feel gypped? Taken advantage of and manipulated or couldn’t you care less as you used it to stunt online and got the attention you wanted by living beyond your depth?

I recently decided to look into this on a whim and what I found was quite surprising as I’m generally disconnected from the web and its social influence. That and I simply don’t run in the type of circles that pay attention to their regularly scheduled programming and who it tells them to keep up with. As usual its females leading the trends with, you guessed, it breasts and rear ends topping the bill for augmentation. Something I find strange, that hints at a deeper sickness that infects the minds of the collective, is the whole race shifting thing. You have those that are naturally gifted melanin who pour bleach on themselves to create amazing approximations of their face at a funeral whilst those who have less are investing in tans via injection as well as the perennial big lips that, once upon a when, were seen with distaste as basic remnants. Don’t you find that a bit weird? I do.

Its like everyone wants to anyone but themselves which is quite strange because it signals an immense lack of Self acceptance that is becoming increasingly common. I could push the pen and veer into another lane instead which presents a whole different can of worms to be opening but we’ll give that mess a miss and stick to the basics instead.

What the hell is going on in peoples minds in this crazy times which is doing a number on their heads? And whats the deal with them fake teeth which are so big that Druids could use them as a place of worship?

Back in the Eighties white women, especially, were obsessed with reducing the size of their rear end and now their descendants are waddling round with a couple of pounds of silicone slapped in as thats the in thing. Growing up, back when, I noticed some strange cosmetics on the shelf of relatives that I previously mentioned because skin bleaching was a thing way before moonwalking. Actually, MJ was, in many ways, the poster child for this because the plastic surgery that was once the reserve of celebs is now available to the plebs and everyone wants in. Ironic how that for which they crucified him is now normal which shows how the tides of time do shift.

Lets imagine a woman of dark skin razes most of the pigment from her dish, gives her nose a slim and straightens her hair as well. What happens next when her daughter is born filled with pigment with a nappy head reflecting back the genetic potential she attempted to erase from existence? Its these type of consequences and sides effects (like filler migration or butt pads exploding) that are rarely mentioned that are of interest to one who wishes to guess whatever could be going on inside the heads of those who attempt to remix their genome using the latest tech which is now directly pitched at modern men (and women) as the neatest thing.

They say the presence of filters caused an upsurge in this as people wanted to emulate this altered image without paying any heed to lens distortion and countless other things in their quest of emulated perfection. The most amusing thing was way before this, when selfies did first click, was that a lot of people were horrified by their non flipped image. He said:

“Look, look. Can you see it? My entire face leans to the left and my nose is crooked. What the hell, man? I look like a mess. This most certainly won’t do. I have to fix it”.

Not long after this statement said person invested in a TrueMirror which promised to show him how he seemed to the world without the flip and it really was mindblowing. For me it was the fact that every single Soul in this realm had been conditioned to accept something that was backwards, without question, and when they came face to face with something in sync with natural they rebelled against it. The implications of this were so immense that it amazed me how few people comprehended what I said when we spoke on the topic as all they knew was they hated it and wanted to change it quick. That, my friend, is the Dual Reality Principle in full effect and should you comprehend the depth of the message then life really starts to make more sense. Getting back to the surgeons:

Men are voluntarily breaking their legs in order to gain a few inches after months of painful traction in the hopes of raising attraction. After this they’re left with delicate extensions that promise a whole raft of problems as they age and no more shooting the J. Not only this but the body is built on harmonics and resonance which means that the rest will be imbalanced creating a bit of the old T Rex effect. Not that that matters because if Six Five or death when it comes to getting attention from the women. Once again, what happens to the kids of such people that place, in their dish, the truth of their frauded genetics? Penis surgery is also a thing. I mean, why not, if you can extend one thing then why not do the same where most men feel uncertain and its a MOG eat MOG world, isn’t it? The small print of this says “Warning, the surgery may not be effective and could lead to a loss of sensation or prevent erections” which is absolutely insane when you think of it. Imagine if someone said that you could sling dick like you came from Shetland but you yourself wouldn’t feel a thing? What is the difference between that and walking around with a dildo between your legs?

Not to mention they often pair this with some TRT as well which is quite interesting as hormone levels and thus fertility have been steadily tanking thanks to the endotoxin filth that saturates this realm. Its why I’ve said this is eugenics with a flip because we’re going to see an immense population reduction via these type of things that have quickly become the new standard of expectation for those raised directly by screens and very little direct experience of reality. I can only imagine how tiring it must be to feel the need to be “on” Twenty Four/Seven. Even back when celebs had an off season where they’d gain a few pounds and chill as literally no one walked around fully ripped as it just wasn’t sustainable. And yet now people are hopped up on DNP, Ozempic and other research chemicals to stay thin. So much for all the body positive and anti fat shaming, eh? Thats just another layer to the deception because I found it interesting that when an a traditionally overweight artist slims their chunky fanbase tends to turn on them as they drown their tears in cream cakes and angry Instagram comments about “This bish”.

There is a vast and deep psychosis that is obviously being manifested on the planet. Look, I’m not against Self improvement. On the contrary I think everyone should strive to excel by pushing against the limits they accept but back when I used to push these pills that were a secret blend of herbs and spices that could make any fatty thin, real quick. Since then they’ve steadily banned most of the active ingredients I recommended but they sold hand over fist and I could charge anything I wanted as they did what they said on the tin and made you slim. What interested me was this:

Nearly nobody who used them actually kept the weight off and made it stick. Nine out of ten went all in and then, six months later, they were back to their original with interest. It offered me an immense insight into what was happening and the phenomenon of comfort eating as a way to mask symptoms of psychological unrest. This was also mirrored a few decades later when I investigated why so few people ever had simply one surgical correction. It never happened. They may have lamented their ears which stick out of their head like an unruly satellite dish all their lives and the minute they get them fixed they felt super amazing and confident. Till you see them next and their lips look different before getting a brow lift and a few more remixes which signaled to me that what they were evading from within – via the surgical equivalent of Whack a Mole augmentation – was a lack of Self acceptance. “What could be doing this?” I wondered and started various experiments and, what do you know, it all traced back to thoughts in their head along with wishful thinking that says:

“If I do X then Y will happen and I’ll get the Z I always wanted”.

Know who else cogitates like this? Schizophrenics. This is the level of delusion we are facing as a collective with its swift normalization. Another interesting thing which many people miss is that you can fake the funk and pretend you were born with it but, deep down within, you’re missing all of the feedback and validation that came as standard to those who stepped in looking like they did and is hard coded in their OS which, in turn, influences their actions, decisions and presence. In many ways the weight of the insecurity that fuels such things for people who go under the scalpel is rarely addressed and thus they pretend they’re actually living their lyrics when, secretly, within they are still the same old mess thats looking for solutions (and validation) to their chronic inability to unconditionally accept themselves. This they’ll never admit which is why they’ll go under the knife again or manifest another problem that makes them uncomfortable. Mental. It literally is. Welcome to the floating insane asylum…

One prediction I’ll make on related tangent is this:

Within the next three decades you will see a sharp uptick in suicide rates on those who have been on long term anti depressives. Scientists will scratch their heads and say “They are baffled as to what is causing it” before a new product sweeps in with a whole load of side effects and people breathe sighs of relief as they start popping new pills. Its not new. What you’ll be getting is rebranded antipsychotics so what they once pumped into schizos will become the new standard. Actually, this is a really deep topic as it speaks volumes about whats truly happening on the planet because none of these companies and entities that create these false realities are your friends as they exist solely for profits and thus need to feed the problems so they can peddle solutions that ensure the tills ring.

Have you ever pulled out a T shirt from the Nineties and checked it? I did. Imagine my surprise when an old Large was a current Extra Medium. Then it clicked as I saw an Eighties whip trundling around the road with its modern name brand equivalent near it. It seemed tiny compared to the new one which was immense. Pickups are especially prone to this because everything has got bigger and bigger to hide the fact that waists are ballooning. Its actually quite cartoonish when you see how stealthily they’ve done this as old furniture compared to new highlights the difference so its quite a slick trick. Know what hasn’t increased at the same pace? Your wages. Or, to be more accurate, what you get for what you spend. Thats how you know you’re getting pimped because if they can keep you stuck on stupid, dwelling on the surface and hung up on appearances it means no one gives an F about whats happening at the depths and this leaves them ripe for manipulation.

Just imagine the next generation where the kids want their iPad directly implanted in their head and it clicks why Siri is actually iris when flipped as they always intended her to be the apple of your eye. So slick.

Exit: Humans. Enter: Techno Sapiens aka the new playas in this realm that is built upon deception and ignorance in order to ensure mass compliance via manipulation.

If I told you life was strange you’d only be getting half of the pic because its a Game of three halves, my friend. Not to mention the fact that being original is seen as a sin because in the race to generic duplication the first thing they kill is authentic resonance and the genuine expression it begets. Monkey see, monkey do in full effect aka clockwork orangutans entirely unaware of true sketch or intent of the artist as well as their innate potential and gifts that they were taught to ignore and never nourish in favor of running the treadmill as they beg for the one thing that simply cannot be granted by external agents:

Self acceptance.

The Game of Souls has you, my friend.

Till we meet again