Scientists say they’re on the verge of a new discovery that could hail a new golden age for man, women and anything else you can imagine:
A pill that makes you happy with who you are.
Now, obviously, animals wouldn’t need this but for the vast majority of the human populace this would be like a godsend wrapped by Buddha and hand delivered by Jesus whilst Krishna smiles in the distance as many Souls rise the next AM to find their number one underlying stress had totally melted and vanished. Can you imagine what comes next?
Plastic surgeons would be jumping off their windowsills and decorating the pavement with their internal organs, big business moguls would be depressed as no one needs to buy their pills and potions to feel worth it and pretty much every single thing in this realm would never, ever be the same again. Can you imagine?
This thought experiment, my friend, shows you how its your mind that houses the problems and its ignorance of this truth (that they keep well hid) that powers the psychosocial treadmill that encompasses this realm and its denizens. Its an old pimps trick where they damage the merchandise via a traumatic imprint and then let em sweat for a bit before swooping in with a solution that is designed to make her forget that he’s the architect of the whole thing and its done purely for his benefit via her sweat, angst and friction. In the bricks its known as a protection racket and it follows the same blueprint. Quiet as kept but it also lays the blueprint for various spiritual endeavors in this realm hence why profit and prophet are homonyms… Lets continue the experiment:
Some wise guy in tech comes up with a process that takes you an AR tour of how it would feel once you’d munched your one and only pill of Immacontentin after doing the Knowledge. You strap the goggles to your head and the current version of you is reflected back from the mirror which often didn’t make you grin with its image. This time, however, things are different as the voice in your head starts stretching its legs as you run your hand over your abdomen and think:
“Isn’t it amazing what this flesh does for me and how it works so well without any effort needed? Truth be told I haven’t really paid it the best interest in terms of maintenance and feeding but that changes today because I feel so comfortable in my skin and I wish to repay the favor to this carbon based vessel that hosts my sentience in this immense Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits”.
The perspective shifts and we’re six months, distant. The life looks like sort of your own but way different. You’re skiing. The sights you see and the feeling of speed raises a thrill from the first person perspective but nowhere near as what comes next as you arrive at the valley after gliding down the peak and are greeted by… What did you see? Yes, you. The one reading. It is, after all, a choose your own adventure in the flesh. Lets get back to the AR spectacle as you fill in the details because this is something you always wanted to do or learn but never found the time which is why you’d constantly put it off and now, here is the other version of you living the lyrics you previously only dreamt in your head…
Its a year and change to the signals beaming into your brain. You are getting out of bed and feel amazingly refreshed as your dreams were encouraging and filled with all types of good omens and symbols of advancing. On the way to bathe you catch a glimpse of your Self and are overflowing with respect for all that goes in to make life so amazing and take a moment to offer congratulations for making such wise decisions as your life has been rearranged. See, whilst skiing, you met a man who used to work in publishing (false) self help books and when this biz went tits up, due to the pill, he didn’t care one bit as he was glad to see the public getting something so many had promised but never delivered. “Finally!” he says after his life changing event and packs a suitcase to hit the hills where the snow drifts and its over a couple of drinks, on the piste, that got you two talking. He had a way that was carefree and very interesting that mingled well with your new confidence that spilled over into the conversation as you shared a tale you’d imagined since a kid that would make a great topic for a text:
“So, humans currently think they’re top of the food chain but there are aliens in their midst and, get this, they look just like them! How’s that for a kicker? Now, this crew is a version of them that left at the apex to examine space and such things but, along the way, they lost their sense of feeling and empathy as they made huge strides in tech so something had to give. Eventually they realize there is a problem and head back to Earth only to find man totally devolved and in a mess because of too much emotion, unchecked, that led themselves to bomb back to the Stone Age over petty things where they’re little more than upright apes who forget their ancestors left on a trip by using the moon as a launch strip which is why its littered with objects and stuff from the true golden age of man and how this links with why one face remains totally hidden to those ignorant of the deeper hint that, literally, goes over their heads with the implications of this celestial message.
The returners are disgusted by what they met and make a deal:
“No wine, no women. We’ll stick to ourselves, harvest what we need from the plebs and splice it into our genome and then we’ll leave this place to those dirty little apes, capiche?”. Everyone nods their heads in agreement as things are done by a council as they’re all interlinked and, to us, this would seem telepathy and not an implanted earpiece. Two brothers are in charge. One, the elder, is hardest of heart and feared by the rest as he takes no mess. Even though they may no longer feel feelings, in that sense, they do get a thrill out of special types of cruelness which activates the remnant vestiges of the circuit they nearly extinguished as it tickles their last remaining pleasure center, within. The younger is more laissez-faire but can still get wicked, should he wish. He’s generally more mellow and likes to bend the occasional rule or ten to see what he can get away with. The fact that he’s royal blood and a creative whizz with tech means he’s afforded a freedom the rest can’t imagine as their entire rank and file lives are quite restricted based on genetic inheritance as you’ll have the same station your parents did – after approved reproduction – as you slot into the complex they’ve termed the System. Genes are a huge thing and in the quest for efficiency they bred the electromagnetic resonance of the chest right out of them and it got them in this mess that saw them returning to a depleted, bombed out shell of a planet they left, back when, in order to harvest specimens to fix the problem. Things, as usual, don’t go that way…
The younger, right away, sets out bending the rules and creates mind altering blends of plants and vegetables by twisting various variables within with his genetic recombination tech that edits the flora and fauna of the planet via splicing in celestial intelligence along with the chlorophyll that runs through its veins as it shifts the users neurochemicals when ingested. The folks loyal to him champion his name in quiet celebration as they sit there, getting lifted, on these inducers of visions – sans alcohol – that make doing time on this planet less boring as they miss the bloodshed of conquest that was their main occupation and will accept sedation instead. The elder flies overhead, under cover of darkness and day as well, taking in the sights of these people in his streamlined chariot disguised as a cloud to blend in.
“No doubt about it, there is a common resonance but look at them without tech. Pitiful. Little more than apes, really. Filthy. Disgusting. Simple minded beasts of burden and nowhere near our equals. Cattle”.
They have set up their own version of Eden using the terraforming skills they posses and within this walled garden they create their own state of bliss that is a far cry from what the primitives around them live. Soon the returners set about mapping the constellations, collecting specimens and cross breeding them as well as all they did on the reg with their tech and intelligence that drives them to be efficient above all else. This is quite contrasted with the natives who seem far more organic and chaotic in comparison. One day, the younger was watching some of them cavorting in the river as they bathed. He found their ways quite strange but also spotted a resemblance as he, unlike his bro, was up close and personal versus data from a distance. It was his greatest gift and, some say, his main problem as he ran on intuition – a thing they didn’t truly comprehend – which gamboled and leapt in curves that mere intellect could not imagine. It was something in his lineage and it was why the King had deigned to reproduce with a woman from below his station and this genetic promotion afforded him immense freedoms as well as clear views of the stratification and how brains aren’t everything. See, his mother had told him the tales and details that were omitted from the official record and he, secretly within, harbored a resentment for this military mindset they all adored and thus set about breaking the rules at every chance he’d get. Any time he did he always made sure he had a new, related innovation on deck in case he got caught so he could furnish them with a narrative that explained the situation by dint of his skills as one was only worth what they contributed to the collective and they had short recollections of your last hit so best keep em coming if you habitually line step.
The times he didn’t he kept the progress a secret and thus was steadily building a state within a state. A breakaway civilization. It was at this moment, mesmerized by the flesh and carefree nonchalance of the young women, undressed, that he became aware of someone staring at him. It was a kid. He could only imagine how he seemed to him with his futuristic get up of nanoskin (that shone with a blue tint) which they wore instead of clothing but the boy was curious and not scared one bit. This was something he’d noticed because whilst they may live in ways quite primitive with hunter gathering they often laughed, were frequently singing and didn’t walk but seemed to dance instead. Its like they could all hear something he was missing, a divine celestial rhythm, and the potential intrigued him as it was huge contrast with their regimented goose step and harsh tones that ejected from their lips in the rare events that communication wasn’t direct voice to head via neural stimulation of the cranium. Berry picking was done with call and response lilts as they went out searching and children giggled as they ran in between the women playing games for their own amusement. The men worked in teams as they tracked the kill and then celebrated their accomplishment in ways that reminded him of the basic underpinning of their own System but more fluid and organic. He noted they only slaughtered to eat whereas his team had been about wholesale domination and the total decimation of any planet they targeted as their sport was quite different as they soared through the cosmos in search of technological perfection and exploration. He was learning bits and pieces of their syntax via intuition and osmosis but gestured instead as its easier to comprehend:
He motioned to the kid to look at the dry sticks next to him and pantomimed rubbing them together with his hands, which he did. Soon a fire was blazing, he took that moment to vanish and watched, from a distance. The women came running as the child was shrieking and, after checking he was well, they asked him what he did that caused such enlightenment. Suddenly, a new epoch of man was dawning and a slight grin did spread across the face of an agent provocateur, par excellence, who had just found the perfect unwitting participants in his long planned rebellion…“.
The publisher, who had been leaning in, exhaled and gestured the “mind blown” image then said:
“And you’ve been dreaming this up since when?“. You respond:
“Early on, in school when we first learned about cavemen and the invention of fire was the initial sketch because I was really into aliens and my parents were super religious so it all kind of blended in my imagination when I was bored in class and I’ve been working on it since. I’d find something of interest, a little tidbit here, some info there and just keep mixing. Its still a work in progress, mind you, but thats the basic trip”.
“I think its a surefire hit, truly its amazing. Did you know that most people, since the Immacontentin Involution, quit working for others and totally changed their ways of living in ways that were previously unimaginable as the global village gave way to local communal aspects in which people sustained themselves and this fostered a huge shift in the creative aspect as there were countless folks that had thoughts, visions and concepts hidden within just like you shared over drinks. The most amazing thing is that when they were freed from the day to day the piles of meaningful coincidences piled up to lead to fortuitous meetings like this thanks to so many happy accidents. Its like the old god died and someone resurrected the spirit of Bob Ross instead and placed him at the helm. Anyway, I’m fascinated to hear what comes next in this tale that you’ve dreamt. Can you spare some more details as its going to sell faster than we can print because its saturated with innocence and creative thinking which puts a new spin on old things and thats always interesting to the one reading as it tickles the hippocampus that is hungry for novel stimulus which extends its wavelength”.
“Well, I don’t want to give too many things away as the surprise is in discovering it. Plus there are plot twists as well but they, in short, get marooned on the planet and have to choose to reveal themselves and mix in or stay separate and hidden but things don’t go as intended as their front of unification is now filled with splits and sections which have their own agendas and intent plus there are rumors that some have “gone native” and find their techno superiority a huge misstep and various other things whilst some yearn to recreate man in their own image and upgrade his bits along with various black projects mixed with intrigue and suspense. Basically its what happens when two tribes go to war and the third party is ignorant or oil and water mix with a sprinkle of nitroglycerine thrown in to keep it interesting as well as commentary on the nature of power, ignorance, sex and consciousness as well as what kicks between two races that seem externally identical but one tips the scales at a three hundred and thirty three point IQ, as standard, whilst the other has EQ without end but dwell in general ignorance about the true tale of themselves, the planet and, most of all, the stranger in their midst that looks just like them but isn’t”.
“Sold! I will take all the news thats fit to print. When can you have the outline on my desk so I can get the wheels in motion and the presses roaring again?”.
Suddenly the scene fades and you find yourself, overweight, incapable of skiing, mildly depressed and wishing life was different as the long dimmed creative imperative you’d suppressed in your chest since back when starts glowing again as your imagination awakens and wonders whats truly possible. The sales representative says:
“Can we interest you in an Immacontentin pill? The cost is being willing to critically examine every single thing you previously held sacred and sacrosanct plus various concepts of your Self and all the content in your head and tales about the life you have lived. You only get one chance and its a top of the line smart drug that can tell if you fib so here, take it, its on us but remember:
Only pop it when you’re sure you’ve done the Knowledge as recommended otherwise it will never, ever work again and you’ll be the same as you are for the rest of your existence whilst the rest ascend and become their ultimate versions. Thanks for stopping by!” she adds with a winning grin as the pill is pressed into your palm and the next contestant straps in to view the option of potential that currently lies within the grip of an Adulterated awareness that was trained to see as said whilst being divorced from their true strength and what would make them content as they, instead, chase fanciful illusions and other things that barely scratch the surface when what they need to itch is hidden, deep down within.
Years later there was a minor revelation involving Immacontentin. When it had came to the market there was a massive rush to reverse engineer its make up as people wanted to know what made it tick and how it created results that were so amazing and lasting with one hit. The formula was so complex that scientists were baffled what went in and how it generated these effects with no detrimental issues or redosing needed. The elusive CEO released a statement to the press which said:
“Nothing of this Earth can unwind its blueprint for it came from a higher realm, as a gift, much like the DNA spiral. All rites reversed, no patents pending, copyleft as you will. It works in a way beyond any tech will ever comprehend and that is what makes it so effective at releasing human potential“.
Turns out it was a placebo. The pill, the AR trip and all of the rest were simply a shiny hook upon which rested the bait of gaining gnosis that spread, organically, by open discussion on the web as many Souls finally looked within to meet their real Self and it was then so many realized they had the courage to rewrite their script that the old, domination driven, edifice did crumble as the people clicked they were indeed gods that were currently playthings in the hands of an old devil that wished to keep them scared, stressed and ignorant for generations on end as he presented problems, awaited their reaction and swept in, from the wings, with solutions that simply repeated all of this and further divided them against Self as they were urged to sip from the poisoned chalice he brings via his various field agents who smile, and yet, were villains…
Till we meet again
