Much like sleeping and rising you can’t know you’ve been living on autopilot until you ascend to a higher state of consciousness. When this happens one almost struggles to comprehend the depth of elegant deception that was the life you lived because, like a dream, it seemed so real whilst you were plugged in. I can barely believe it my Self even though this isn’t the first time I’ve rose from the depths but it seems, on this spin, many of the variables doth shift their resonance even though their proximity is identical. Fascinating.
They say that prophecy is the last resort of a people thoroughly broken. A sort of hope for the hopeless and yet that aspect is also amusing when what is delivered contradicts what they expect so they go all the way to ten with attempts prevent the ascent of the inevitable. Like I said, fascinating. Some things you have to feelsee for your Self with no pre-warning in order to totally comprehend the whole effect. Much like watching a flick with no trailers or hints, just going off a recommend, blind luck or intuition. Don’t you think its strange how, if you strip the charade to its basics, you have a white light shining into the darkness and, from this, you subtract more and more elements to create every single motion pic, ever. Really ponder this and see what you think about the link with the whole black mirror to talk to angels thing from the original secret agent, back when.
Thats what I mean about life on autopilot. People see yet don’t comprehend, look but don’t observe. For example, if you too are from the days of VHS and big booty TV sets did you ever notice that little black and white rotating thing that blinked in the top right to let you know the adverts were coming? How about the fact that way back when the news had no sound effects and now it comes with a Soul stirring rendition of strings (last I checked, I don’t watch it as its bad for your health) in order to assist the manipulation of those who tune in for their regularly scheduled “programming”. Does what it says on the tin, yes? How many notice? That is the question. Actually, how many care because most are content just to skim the surface with the rest and not ask the big questions.
That is what I mean about life on autopilot. I previously spoke on the Dead Internet and those of us who logged in when it was all dial up, low tech can attest that from then to around Two Thousand and Ten (at a stretch) it still felt organic in the sense that you knew you were talking to real flesh and blood on the other end of the connection and people were still mostly authentic. Funnily enough that is when the giants of the current era and things like the “Like” button first kicked in and from then I get the feeling this military experiment in controlling public perceptions has been ramping up the psyops full tilt until we get to now, in the era of AI generated content, bot comments and all types of shenanigans that reveal the true intent of this trojan horse of tech. And yet, people are addicted.
You know you could, once upon a when, buy dope straight off the shelf and bang it into your system, without prescription? Just ask Freud. He did more Chas than Dave and it certainly explains a thing or ten about what he said back in the days. Did you know his nephew Edward Bernays literally wrote the book on manipulation that would go on to become the bible of propaganda and shifting perceptions in the masses via the use of marketing and such things upon which was built the rhyme and reason of why you walk into a supermarket and spend much more than you intended as well as why little kids that can’t read know what Mac Ds is, instantly. Really let that sink in because they get em quick and don’t relent when it comes to the manipulation as the men behind the curtain all sing from one hymn sheet that was handed to them via a light in the heavens, that shone in the darkness, from a constellation so critical. Ha, ha, ha! And I thought my jokes were bad…
Back on track if I said the real thing was the breakfast of champions could it be the best a man can get and if so you’d be well advised to check then don’t leave home without it. Some may profess to “Think different” and yet they accept that those who say “Have it your way” are actually offering them options when, in reality, both limbs are connected to something that sits in the mid and has its own intent in this three ring circus of the flesh. Is it the happiest place on Earth where you currently live? Or do you feel like you belong anywhere but here? Why? Because you’re worth it. Priceless, really which is why the girl said “Diamonds are forever” as she pointed to her best friend. You know the rest… Whats next? Why ask? Just do it. “What?” you may ask.
Live life on autopilot.
That previous chunk had eleven slogans embedded in to hammer home the point of the manipulation because you are, in effect, a living hostage that walks around encased in chains of ignorance yet never question why babies step in glowing and that Inner Sense soon dims only to be replaced with Adulteration. The best bit? They’ll reproduce and do it all again ergo there is literally one born every minute. Do you ever wonder what the hell, in the speculative and operative sense, is going on in this realm? I do. Quite often. Even when I lived on autopilot, back when.
Actually, that isn’t entirely true because I was attuned to quite a few things in the external realm that made no sense or made me question the narrative but from my own fears and dread I was totally disconnected. If you’d ask me what scared me I’d have said “Nothing” and then overcompensated to act like I meant it and yet, in private, my life was filled with coping mechs and various distractions with the intent of preventing me from scratching the itch of my suffering that was gently weeping in ignorance. This is why I owe my good friends the Slave/Masters a hearty thanks for what the did with the old drugs, sex magick and hypnosis as it bought me face to face with my pain as they shoved even more in after my brush with near death. Even that was destined, it seems, but what do you expect when the star of affec is gently caressed by the one who guides Souls from this realm. Its a celebration, bishes! A renewal. Make way, the Prince is coming…
Or, maybe because he didn’t thats why he’s still alive to tell the tale, yes?
I want you to consider a thought experiment:
Lets say some shadowy organization – you know, like the kind that spikes whole villages with random acid trips, just to see what happens – decides they want to tamper with your internet. From this moment onwards everyone you interact with via the web is actually a bot and or agent with a specific angle and intent designed to manipulate your perceptions. How would you tell? Its nigh on impossible, yes? Better yet how could you spot your new perceptions that had been engineered to perfection were not actually organic or originating from within? “I don’t know whats came over them” said a friend. Would that drop a hint? Skip back a bit to where I mentioned the advertising slogans and then sprinkle in a bit of the dead internet article as well and wrap firmly in tin in order to foil the operation. Or, you could look at the same portals from another lens like how I said every movie that has been and ever will is contained within the pure light that shines in the darkness. Read this article about this experiment:
And you’ll comprehend how there is a thin line between decoding the Matrix and spending your time in a padded cell with a depot injection in your rear end. Its also why I’ve said that 81% of the planet is so well adjusted to the psychosocial treadmill that anything less that full remote control of their perceptions sounds like death as they simply would not know what to do with themselves. Lets say the Slave/Masters jet off to Mars, as intended. They take the best with them and leave a bombed out and depleted shell (hence the currently planned destruction) as Atlas shrugs and the meek doth inherit the planet. What then? Without their guidance and manipulation how long do you think it would take before man starts to regress? One? Five? Ten generations?
When the world starts to look like this and nature presents its rebellion over the manicured gardens and concrete pavements what do you think happens when there is no more captain to the ship or farmer to deal with his cattle? The end of the covenant will certainly seem painful to those plugged in because when they pull the cord on your regularly scheduled programming there will be no choice but to awaken so why not start doing it now so you can comprehend the depth of the strength that hides behind your greatest weakness you’ll pretend doesn’t exist? Or is the allure of your zone of comfort to much to rail against? Maybe they’ll have to drop some hallucinogens in your daily bread that you paid for with your sweat using money that is nothing more or less than a pure figment of your imagination.
Till we meet again
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