If you break it down to its basics, man is a machine of desire creation. Chief amongst them is the drive to stay alive. In that sense you could pretend that the flesh we’re wearing is akin to a vehicle that borrows the sentience of the pilot to steer its motion. Yes, imagine a car without one at the wheel, it goes in no direction. Sure, you can invent tech that approximates the effect but if it became machines driving machines then who would yell “Whee!” as it did its thing.
See what I mean about these appetites? We are, quite literally, the belly and the beast until we rise above the most basic whims that are predicated on survival and enjoyment.
Really ponder what I’ve just said. Consider how we live in times of blatant excess in which out of season food from the four corners of the planet languishes in your fridge before being dumped in the bin as you sit and scroll the worlds collected experience at your fingertips whilst your screen beams in more entertainment than you can handle. In many ways we are drunk on excess and that is often the path to self destruction. When was the last time you felt the twitch of an empty stomach? How long since you’ve been without human connection? I’ve said before that excellence happens in isolation and there is a reason for this, dig:
We are, first and foremost, beings of resonance. If you take a room full of clocks with pendulums and start them swinging they will all, eventually, fall into sync. This is something the iron fist of corporate entertainment knows well hence they all sing from same hymns whilst vying for position as they need your attention to live. Just like the sentient cars previously mentioned or a tree falling in the woods with no one to listen. Science calls this the Observer Effect but, like most things, they don’t link the pieces on purpose or take the next. A famous demoniacal author once said that man floats in an abyss of ignorance in which all of the sciences sprint in their own direction with no correlation. One day someone will stitch together the whole into a coherent narrative and when this happens the collective will run shrieking into the comfort of not knowing as a new dark age descends before they do it all again.
There are things I wonder, in private, about the weight that must press upon the shoulders of one on such a quest. Would the rest hate him? Could they even relate to him and the unending need to Know by asking the questions most don’t give an F about answering. I mean, why would they? When the fat of the land is obese and the scripted conflicts are distant who really cares about the grand scheme of things? I remember an old text that may have been ascribed to the gods who once walked among men and it went a little something like this:
“They are a source of great irritation with their constant babble. Come, let us blind them by throwing a veil in their heads that barely lets them see two steps in front of them”.
Doesn’t that seem exceedingly accurate? There are things I haven’t said, yet, that could be interpreted as more than blasphemous but only to those who are seeing through a lens that augments their vision and thus are totally convinced by what they invest in. Let me give you an example:
A child is born and a new synthetic tech is implanted into their iris which brings them an extension of the web that is neurally activated. Everyone has this. The Innernet, as they call it, is all the rage as Seven G does its thing and brings a little slice of heaven to those living in this realm. One day a boy questions what it would be like to live without it. He realizes that even when he closes his eyes, in silence, he is not alone as he’s constantly plugged in. He decides to set off on a quest after researching, at depth, the ins and outs of the tech. Eventually he finds a cave, in a place that is desolate, that drops him off the web. He descends, taking with him what he needs for sustenance in his quest for isolation. Do you know what happens next?
See, it matters not if were are dealing with augments, cavemen or standard issue modern humans as the basic elements remain identical. Its simply a matter of training – or resonance – and this is why its illegal to not send your kids to school as they need to be synced up on how to swim with the mainstream current aka the System. By very act of this its presence becomes invisible and those who mention it are seen as insane or having flipped their lids. Imagine, for a moment, that the Techno Sapiens in question have low level suggestions woven into their awareness which, like Demolition Man, creates a type of conditioning in which violence is abhorrent and all types of physical connection is limited. I know, back in Ninety Three it certainly seemed strange and amusing but now it seems pretty inevitable in that sense. At least the seashells would have prevented the Great Toilet Paper Drought of Twenty Twen, yes? Hindsight is a bish but foresight can be a cruel mistress. Especially when the tribe don’t comprehend your vision.
The boy who sought his Self sits alone, silent. The cave that he is in is cool and dark. From the modern world he disconnects. The augmented tech in his head, like the car mentioned, can no longer do a thing as its little else beyond a dumb terminal without the central processing connection pumping in the script. He closes his eyes and turns within. Time becomes irrelevant. Space ceases to exist. A series of geometric patterns and visions explode in his head. He quietly grins at the familiar newness that the iris implanted tech attempted to mimic as his third eye comes online. In many ways him and the caveman have more in common than they and Techno Sapiens as, even then, there were those of a philosophical bent that craved the Knowledge. The surface level explanations of how they came to be wearing flesh on a planet and the desires it brings was something they scoffed at in order to peer beyond the veil in their search for gnosis. This was the true holy grail, the alchemists tradition and then as now it was a profound secret for so few can comprehend the shadows depth in the quest for illumination.
Virtual vistas unfold, in private, that feel so real and authentic that he starts to question the world that he left before the answers sink in. Without lips he grins as he starts to recollect who he was before the flesh. He sees how the world was built, what slipped, who left and how those trapped within exist on a feedback loop of ignorance that shuffles the same components and processing, ad infinitum, to create the illusion so limitless that is powered, in the end, by pure consciousness. The greater the depth of his questions the less the answers he gets satisfy. Yes, the desires he sought to override in the flesh now manifest in the spirit instead and thus he increases his resolution until the inevitable consequence:
Becoming one with everything.
From his new vantage he sees with a level of supreme disconnection that, paradoxically, intermingles with everything for we truly are closer to thee than thine jugular vein. Pure consciousness, that which is akin to light rendered as silk or a cloud, in the heavens, floating that unleashes a torrent of rain in a quest for individuation that falls first into a pool then, eventually, an ocean. Those who left one resonance frolic and enjoy the next for the medium may have shifted but the message is identical. Eventually something happens and they find themselves frozen as little sentient snowmen who are scared to death of melting and thus they cling to an illusion when, in retrospect, they are simply prolonging their suffering due to the price of ignorance that is fueled by the desires unmet that keeps them pinned to the wheel of time instead.
After a while the boy becomes a man and leaves the cavern. He hearts back to the place and sees that much has changed and yet, things are still the same. Those around him can sense the difference in vibration as he seems to be rocking some vintage tech and thus can shift the resonance in a way the System can’t deflect as its far more organic as he is in but no longer of this realm but in it, nonetheless. What do you think happens next?
Whatever it is I’m sure its interesting because they say when one comprehends the true nature of their Opponent they cease being a Victim as in this binary world there are only two positions. But let he who hath done the Knowledge intuit the point in the mid around which everything spins. Much like a song which shines like stars against the backdrop of darkness he is one with the Psylense and thus transcends the noiZ that was around since before the legends were penned and man bred with silicon. Round and round, round they go. So many don’t Know. Most couldn’t care less because their appetites are calling and thus they are consumed by consumption.
Are the forces that built this realm generous and benevolent or are we simply sources of nourishment for those that lack the Prime connection which they covet in humans? Do people sell their Souls to ascend the pyramid via a type of possession which the rest do for free, in ignorance, as they believe the voice in their head is them and do as it says, without question, even if they regret its decisions and wonder what came over them before doing it all again. Why are our minds wiped from one life to the next? Is that a small favor to dim the horror of what kicks by erasing the recollections of what you did and their implications or part of scheme that intends to exploit your ignorance and profit from foolishness of one who never learned their lesson? What if something else sits at the apex and looks at us as means of sustenance hence the constant demand for burnt offerings and bloodshed? Could we be dead and in a living hell that is window dressed to seem heaven sent? Why don’t you tell me what makes sense or do you spend most of your life attempting to satisfy your whims and the desires they bring whilst being steadily brainwashed by a pulsating message that is blatantly hypnotic as you place one foot in front of the next in order to pay the bills as you run on the psychosocial treadmill in a reality that is almost entirely incredulous when examined from a higher ref as its blatantly obvious the fix is in because without the jerry rigging none of this would exist. Of course, this is kept well hid as the tenured recite a script and woe betide the academic who dares question the narrative or even suggest the holy cows of the sacred science may just be a load of BS…
The boy in the cave isn’t born yet. Even though it seems that we’ve already met. I guess some things are universal and constant when you comprehend that life, death, space and time are the greatest illusions.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
