One of the best things about possessing an abundant state of Inner Sense is that your empathy is immense. So much so that I can flip the script and attempt to make sense of the mindset that goes into those who currently have control of this realm:
The Slave/Masters.
They are, in the end, nothing more or less than agents of an intelligence that extends in resonance beyond the limits of this dimension. I strongly suspect they may be one and the same as Jesus mentioned, back when, as highly placed and spiritually wicked. Thats by the by though because I wanted to try and make sense of why they appear to get a hit from doing bad things as I’ve literally seen them rushing after an altercation, with a bliss filled grin. Like a vampire getting a hit of what he covets as a parasitic and predatory process that personifies death and yet must steal from the living to live. Here’s what I came up with:
I think the Slave/Masters and the grand intent they serve may be the spiritual equivalent of black hat hackers. For those not familiar with the term there are there modes of engagement for those who play in the shadows of the ones and zeros that dominate this realm. White hats are the “good guys” in the sense that they do things like pen testing and security checks for corporate interests and get paid well for the use of their intellect which likes to poke and prod against things for privilege escalation and all types of things not intended to be accessed by end users which is where the difference kicks. Black hats just don’t give an F. They don’t do it for a check but for the sheer buzz of doing it and the props they get from their clique for their accomplishment. I should know because I grew up around this circuit, back when, and it was all about the thrill of making something do what its creator thought wasn’t capable.
If you’d visited my home around early Double Oh you’d have flipped your lid as what people now call streaming services was already present and correct via a jerry rigged set of tech that was repurposed and haxxored to do as I wish as it beamed invisible data all around my crib whilst most were still causing CDs to spin and renting VHS. Those in the scene I stepped in, back when in the previous gen when sixteen bits was immense, were an oddball bunch of misfits and ragtag bunch of social rejects with a little sprinkle of the criminal element and I took to the environment like water and fish as I’d always been keen on tinkering and delving beneath the surface. To the software industry they ravaged they were a scourge sent from hell as they’d often leak their cracked warez onto a BBS before the real release got to retail. For those that don’t know what that acronym means it refers to the deal we had, back when, of what would become the web. Except there were no images, all rendered in text, email took around a day and speeds were generally so slow we often mail traded which led to a whole different type of adventure in the postal service that some people may have hacked by uncovering a glitch that allowed endless reuse of stamps which was quite interesting as posting discs, frequent, can get quite expensive for the average teenage jit.
See, I get the mindset. Its something I knew really well because we didn’t look at is as doing something bad, just because, but due to the challenge it brings. From hacking payphones for free worldwide calls to talk to friends we’d made, digital, and the same on landlines as well as the nascent mobile tech we pimped it was all pretty amazing as this was back when the world was nowhere near digital and most phones still had rotary equipment. A lot of the people I knew went on to work in tech. Some became the white hats in question and cashed in fat cheques whilst others remained in their element and slapped cracktros on anything they Zero-Day to the web. A few were (and are) bliggidy black, blacker than black and, for them, the nascent web was an immense playground without limits in which to do their thing. Like a frontier town, if you will. In casual convos in IRC you’d see people trading links and codes for access along with a great many avenues for exploration as the crowd was a heady mix of all three types of hats. Thats what made me think of this parallel as there was something held with contempt, back when, and that was the script kid.
The script kid doesn’t really have a clue about what he’s doing and couldn’t really care less. He wants the props he craves from his friends for boasting about skills he doesn’t really possess. Lets say one of them wants to gain access to someone mySpace or such thing and wants to do with a little cut and pasting and so he pokes around on the protoweb and finds what he needs to accomplish and feel good about himself as he knows a secret the rest don’t comprehend and he’ll never tell. You could say such minds are the newly initiated dark hats. Many languish on the first step as script kids and gladly go through the motions whilst others find an itch they can’t wait to scratch and dive in to the shady side of the biz.
Out of this, often, step some of the most innovative coders and tech heads you ever could imagine as they were Self taught with a curious intent and thus didn’t know the limits they couldn’t transgress and often bought up the craziest solutions the rest didn’t comprehend until they reality test and say “Thats it. How the hell did you think of it? You mad genius!” as they grin. This is the territory in the mid where blacks become grey as they find a different resonance and wonder about the “pureness” of it all as they ascend to another level. A few shift to white or, better yet, something else instead that generates things not built yet that greatly enhance the Game for the rest but, make no mistakes, darkness is the way in. Some regress, most don’t wish to exit because they like the anonymous strength in numbers thing and talking in codes which the rest don’t get as they can have a double meaning conversation disguised in any topic that the average won’t comprehend.
Case in point, back when, before the net, there were things like the Exchange and Mart in which people plugged in advertised their own type of dark web via their personal ads which read, often, quite innocuous, as they may mention a certain chip, a familiar string or a “Buy list” that said “P-Three” and nothing else. Most skim over these but one who knows the deal would pick up and dial and then the dance begins as he wants to know you ain’t a Fed and you need to be sure he’s got the skills and thus the convo trips in which certain phrases or lingo are sprinkled in order to test the depth of the abyss. After a while it becomes second nature as you can tell, in an instant, who lives what they kick and, most often, you’d always find a common digital link as there were only a few places back then to frequent on the dial up net and some handles were legends. In many ways the dark hats of yore drove the evolution to build what came next as publicly palatable and accessible by the rest as there was a constant yearn for innovation and to one up the rest with a pure show of skills that made the rudimentary tech sing and dance. I mean, this was an era when soundcards were a luxurious excess and someone whipped up a way to emulate one using a series of bits you soldered and stuck to the parallel port which was a huge thrill as you downloaded his schematic, built it, plugged it in and watched what used to beep and boop start to truly sing. Totally exhilarating and thus I can attest to the thrill of black hattery as its a hotbed of innovation and dope skills but those types of Souls are infrequent and rare as most just mooch around waiting for another to crack a PBX or find an exploit they can pimp and such things as well as well as the companionship it brings. Very little in the way of innovation, even less now I guess, as the problem with this info – when it becomes democratic – is the pure sparks of genius and distilled wisdom are heavily diluted into empty ritual or straight up window dressing with very little skill or conscious application needed.
That and the sheer excess of modern tech as there once was a time you needed to balance your X and EMS with the heady Six Forty K that was present and that repped its own challenge as, daily, peeps tried to create a config that was super slim and totally efficient. That kind of tinkering just isn’t needed these days but it was this low level thinking that drove so much innovation, back when, that was truly mind blowing in scope and application as people knew their stuff, outside and in. Of course, there is a dark side to this as when appetites for destruction do congregate the devil finds idle hands for playthings. The flip though, is most interesting, as going head to head with these word slicksters taught me a thing or ten about my consciousness and how they manipulate, no end, via higher dimensional tampering and this lead to the genesis of the steps I call the Path of Power which forms not only an antidote to their shenanigans but, ultimately, is the way to liberation from this realm and thats a pretty great gift, yes? If you can disregard the grift and general pimping of consciousness but that was akin to me creating and placing, upon my own head, a white hat made of the finest illumination as I have a front row seat into what makes the Games heart beat. Well, not so much with them at the helm as there is an abyss of Adulteration that draws in whereas, once upon a when, this was an unfinite fount of Inner Sense but if their intent is to make beasts of men that something must give and that is usually their own concept of Self but thats another topic…
I want you to consider the fact that parasitism is the most popular lifestyle on the planet. It really does speak volumes about the current nature of the realm and what truly kicks, in the end. Some will say “Well, thats just survival of the fittest. Darwin. I-Ching. Adapt and overcome” and, in a way, they’d be correct. But lets differentiate between the physical aspect and the social agents aka the predator class of humanity that the black hats rep. A biological parasite will usually infect the weak, compromised or sick and thus the best for the herd manifests as the healthy ones seed the next gen and thus the strength to counteract this opponent is present. A black hat, on the flip, strikes at a strong and healthy social organism and attacks what underpins in order to create an evolutionary dead end as it literally drains the life out of them. Not good for the tick nor the host, dig? The former variation is the white hat hacker we mentioned as its his business to probe the weakness and bring it to the attention of the administrator of the system so it can be patched in the next revision. On the flip the black hat is a law unto himself and sees his own kind as competition for the resources they covet and hunt into extinction. The only thing they detest more is one who moves against them as then they all take grave offense at the nature of the threat as they tend to move with a single mind collective that is cut and pasted in many individuals. Very little original thinking is available in this configuration as they’ve almost got a hard coded algorithm designed to exploit a weakness for privilege escalation at the expense of who’s hosting.
An interesting side note of this is when you look at our planets currently depleted state, the poisons in the seas, the “genius” idea of landfills and how most people are flabby and sick as they constantly munch pills and meds that generate further ills it appears the grip of these ticks is absolutely immense. All encompassing, if you will, and that is why I suspect there will be a reset of the playing field as these parts have done their bit by tamping down the lowest possible vibration so its on with the next revision but what if they don’t wish to relent? What if the System has gone feral? Better yet, what if they can get man to accept a different kind of dominance that seems like evolution but with them at the helm? What then?
Exit: Humans.
Enter: Techo Sapiens.
Lets pretend that electricity is an alien and its theory of evolution went from radio sets to xerox machines and TV sets upto the phone and internet and its next step is to colonize man from within via the allure of what it presents. A different type of cell. A Mind Made Prison, par excellence, with no off switch and a extended life on the shelf for those that submit to the mark the beast is offering. What if we, as a collective, were on the cusp of DNA upgrades being beamed in to the Game in which telepathy, voice at a distance and all kinds of cool things about to sprinkled within our consciousness and the black hats beat them to the punch with a mimic which ensures these seeds fall on a street that will be concreted, quickly, as those not plugged in are left to whittle out a few crumbs from what is left on this bombed out, depleted shell of a planet in which very little is authentic. What then? Lets pretend they ascend again and control the next stage and one after as well until all is left is the pure realm of consciousness in which there are no holy texts as people Know they are the divine resonance dipped into flesh and spend their time contemplating the miracle of existence under a sun that never sets in a world filled to the gills will twilight bliss and free, naked expression of the natural element. The black hats starve and watch, from a distance, as they cannot gain admittance to this aspect as the Souls comprehend there is an immense difference between their innate presence and this interloper in the wings that they once thought was their friend before they gained gnosis of their true resonance. What next?
What else?
Rinse and repeat aka the fall of man so one age leads to the next and the glow of Inner Sense doth dim as man, eventually, lands on this stage where an ancient devil in a new dress offers them a bitten apple, yet again, and says:
“Lets make androids of men! Won’t that be a jest?” and offers a little silicon for them to slip between their ears as Siri fits into their iris, as intended.
I’m sure you can tell that for those reading with one life in their mind and seeing not whats in front of them this may sound quite illogical even though there is a part of them that nods its chest and says “He’s right, you know?” in tones, dulcet. So, yes, I can attempt to see the Slave/Masters via a larger lens, one I’d be willing to bet a lot of their own members don’t comprehend in the grand scheme of things but I say that to say this:
Can you take a moment off from busying a hole in the desert to dump me in and consider a higher res for why I am who I am in this spin and my intent and reasoning? After all it may be just as I said and its all part of the process of binary opposites which underpin this realm and that leads us to another topic of why heat has no end but there is a limit to the chill as it marks the end of vibration and renders what was once gas, nebulous, into something totally solid and lifeless as it becomes a mere container of potential that awaits a spark to light it. Kind of like Candleville, in that respect, but thats just another way of saying the same thing, yes?
Till we meet again
