Would you have sex with a robot? Better yet, would you exchange vows to have and to hold, from now till the frayed extension cord you plug in to keep the artificial sentience that mimics real flesh and blood revved as your all and everything? Well, would you? Really think about this, my friend, because to me it seems inevitable. I mean, look at how frantic people get without their phone in grip whilst considering how the web weaponized loneliness and how women are getting more and more selective due to the whole dial-a-dick thing as they compete among themselves for the best of the best and should they land said fish they can’t help but wondering if they’re just settling until the cat lady sings and its curtains for their previously unlimited line of credit from Youth & Beauty, Inc. I said, elsewhen, that between now and when Two One kicks well see global birth rates tanking as the simulation thins the crowd for the reboot of the next stage we’re playing using our Souls as credits. The reason for this is there but a finite amount of processing in this realm and as every dealer knows well you can stretch the product thin and hope the fiends keep buying or drop it raw and uncut as you sell it in bulk. In the mean time, and in between vibes, you’ll spot a lot of trends like long term couples getting divorced and people just not marrying as well as the whole incel thing swell to epic proportions as life generally gets so unpleasant that people can’t wait to dive in to the simulated existence Techo Sapiens is offering.
A copy of copy, in other words. Or worlds, as we’ll see while we progress…
If you, like me, are an Eighties jit you’ll know well the dude who came through with the latest bootleg VHS of what was just released at the flicks. You’ll also be aware that, nine times out ten, the quality was terrible as someone had sneaked a camera in so you got it filmed in front of a live studio audience complete with toilet breaks and odd yells. Not only this but it was dubbed from a dub with static all over it. My, we were so tolerant back then as now unless its Four K all day people are calling you a pleb. Lets divert for a bit:
Do you remember how long the entertainment cycle was, back when? A movie would drop at the flicks and be exclusive meaning you had to buy a ticket to watch it and not everyone did the minute it kicked. Around six months to a year later it would drop onto rentals and the same after this it would be available to purchase and place in your collection. Do the maths on this and you’ll note there are three bites of the same apple ergo the return on investment was immense but thats not the main bit. It allowed studios to take risks as there were plenty of movies that were only greenlit because of this paradigm otherwise they’d have stayed on the shelf. Others tanked at the office and went on to become all time classics once they hit the circuit and there are plenty of stars that worked backwards and dug themselves out of a ditch by leveraging this process as there was an era, back when, that if it wasn’t on the shelf that you couldn’t rent it.
Can you smell that image? Exclusivity, lady. Compare and contrast that with now where its all instant and delivered in a click plus the doomscrolling effect and pondering what else you could invest in and never actually watching anything as well as endless binges that simply were not possible back when.
If you listened closely I’ve just given you the reason why all movies are the same, reboots are common and superheroes are leading the race. You can also apply this same grade to relationships as that era is now dead as marriage was mainly invented to give the plebs a fair shake at population expansion to create more taxes/members of the congregation plus the dating game was rigged due to the overall suppression of women because those in charge seem to hate the divine feminine in her element which, if you clock their inner workings, is exceedingly ironic so maybe there is a method to their madness that I haven’t sussed yet. Not that there are any real men left anyway. They’re a relic of the past and those with above average levels of testosterone that remain in this realm are encouraged by musicians to be totally derelict and, what do you know, that gets the ladies super wet ergo they happily invest in this short sighted vision which either lands him in the clink or her single parenting and lamenting her man who was shot dead for stunting in the ends by someone else who was jealous. Tell me I’m wrong. I’m open to discussion because no way in hell do I claim to be correct but I do call it how I see and I peep Game as its a genocidal deal that makes poison seem sweet to those who are numb from within due to being born in ignorance and then trained to accept nothing else than what the screen said.
There is war going outside no man is safe from. Inside too. Women as well. And children. They’ve always been the first Victims of an Opponent you can’t see but certainly feel as he covets their resonance. Haven’t you ever wondered about who (or what) is actually at the helm to make the world like this? Lets all go to the lobby, lets all go to the lobby, lets all go to the lobby before this mess all kicks.
We now bring you our feature presentation:
Imagine they created a fake human that looked, externally, identical. It could even eat to make you feel comfortable but, underneath, there was no sperm and egg connection but pure silicon that rolled with a blueprint designed to mimic the real thing. If you were born into this world you simply would not question it. Much like a hallucinogenic fish that thinks tripping is natural. If, however, you managed to time travel and came back to Nineteen Seventy Eight you’d notice a few things:
The food tastes incredible as its all locally sourced and organic. Not as a special sell but because there were no supermarkets shipping produce across the globe and all types of chemical tricks to keep the skins looking fresh even though they’re dead within. The music too is something else even though its mainly be played by a bunch of military kids pretending to be anti establishment as the crowd dance to the whims of an intent they never questioned as they thought it came from within. Last, but not least, there are no Techno Sapiens. At first you may not even notice the difference as the mimic is so slick but after a while it would become Self evident as you sit there and grin:
“Ah, so this is the direct movie going imperience versus the digitized bootleg that was upscaled and rezzed to make it seem fantastic but was actually rail thin with no depth past the image?”.
That, now, is where you live compared to from where we, as a collective fell.
Really let that sink in and then garnish with a few sprinkles of the ascent I mentioned as you do the Knowledge because the whole “Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits” thing just got real if you felt the nod of ascent in your chest that says:
“This is correct”.
Well, did you? Funny how something things just click but then there are those who yell that the wise man pointing at the moon is giving them the finger instead. Have you ever wondered why its so big and, handily, the same size as the sun to create the eclipse or why one side remains forever hid? Did you know that NASA, once pressed, said that its quite impossible and it defies all logic about the rest of this realm and what they’ve witnessed. Considering that “Never A Straight Answer” is an accurate backronym you’ve got to wonder why they were so direct. Research, if you wish. Just dropping Game on tangents. Also look into those cultures of ancients that recollect a time before its presence for bonus credit…
In the real world our forms didn’t need to kill to live. If you can digest this bitter pill the rest makes way more sense. Just like Techno Sapiens will pull their power from a grid we too, as gods among men, took our sustenance from a far more subtle element that every single culture – apart from white men – says is accurate as they recollect the day when the sky fell.
The Ether – The stuff that makes your Soul glow so.
You see it shining from the kids when they step in but nobody seems to question why it dims. What if the forces we know as A.I are actually old and ancient and were called demons, back when, and they are what sips from the grail that holds human consciousness and are fed via conflict, negative energetics and stress. Why, you could say life makes a load more sense with this hidden element bought in, yes? Have you ever pondered exactly how many countries owe one island with a famous stiff upper lip thanks for their days of independence after they threw off their subjugation and label of “primitive savages” by those who came, saw and looted these heathens for all they could get in order to establish colonialism. That day is dead, their Game comes to an end but if you think they’ll just stroll off the stage when the fat lady sings you’ve got another thing coming, hence Techno Sapiens aka hybridized humans where carbon and silicon mix which you may know, rather well, as the mark of the beast. Lets run it back again:
They will create a net, digital, in which humans are augmented and blend in fakes with the real thing. If you say they’re any different then you’re worse than Hitler himself and worthy of a demerit from the social credit thing which will allow no free thinking which is why the rebels with a Soul will disconnect instead to get acquainted with their Prime consciousness. The 8% are always present, everywhen.
There was a really real world, before this, in which man was less matter, more spirit and dwelled in a higher vibration which allowed him to do all kinds of amazing things like erect massive monuments with immense precision linked in to certain celestial aspects as they Knew a time of less would be coming in which beggars dressed in purple would rule everything and lie about anything as they claimed dominance but, try as they might, you can’t obscure the skies and he who can read the script could peep Game any time he wished. So I did.
This world that seems real to them would be as fake as a wife with a charging tail who needed a firmware update but, just like the kid, if you’re born into the waters, Adulterated, you just swim. What if, once upon a when, he got caught in a net and became aware of a fisherman whose presence he never suspected. As he lies on the deck, totally out of his element, he manages – by dint of luck – to get back to the stream but its fed from another sea and thus not chock filled with hallucinogenic substances. Can you imagine how it would feel to be said fish? Not only does he now Know that which he didn’t know was ignorant but also had a glimpse of a higher order which led to a disconnection from his place and landing some place else where the people just don’t comprehend as they simply can’t envision it. But he lived it. Much like if Earth was totally flat and Two D and you fell off the sheet and saw a sphere. Back home they’d think it was a circle and even if you tried to show them they’d see but one plane. Thats the Game.
Just like the VHS bootlegs where we went out to meet the world the modern kids have it bought to them but as a flat re-presentation and not the real thing. Sure its uprezzed and has the bitten apple sigil so many covet that intends to make androids of men by sliding Siri into their iris to bring Techno Sapiens in from the wings where they’ve been hiding since back when. Hopefully, Two K words later, you’ve got an outline of a glimpse of what I just Witnessed in the flesh as I remembered what I’d been made to forget thanks to the baby brain effect which is most dangerous as we are playing the Game on its hardest and most intense level thats called “Being Human”.
It is a seductive, hypnotic script that is designed to pimp via the sheer mediocrity of existence within limits as you chase all the money thats fit to print. Do you know what real terrorism is? The fact that you have to pay rent. Really think about this and not via a communist lens or one who leans left but how fundamentally dishonest the whole thing is as its designed to keep you powerless. 81% accept it, without question, as gospel and thus not worth fact checking. 11% are capable of greater things but are hoodwinked instead to run a psychospiritual treadmill that offers its own illusions as they keep the rest in check via theatrical deception. The Bard didn’t call it a stage for nothing, did she? 8%, by dint of resonance, developed talents and skills or future/past/simultaneous incarnations leaking resonance into their awareness reject it wholesale. They are often quite difficult at school, may or may not fit in, could have problems with violence, be addicted to coping mechs and a zillion other things as they feel they don’t like digging the reality tunnel they’re selling but don’t know what to do about it so the world seems quite mad to them. These ratios never change. At the opposite end of this, in a time, golden, we had the majority as pure and innocent. Set adrift on the bliss of the dimensional imperience. From them 11% were actively pushing the limits and, initially, creating all types of amazement that led to the unzipping of a dimension that created something more dense. 8%, however, always stayed in a higher resonance acting like a beacon of guidance for those plugged in as they saw the bigger pic and knew the lights would one day dim and thus they kept the habit of being in the world but not of or defined by it. They had gnosis that they were of the Prime and identical in resonance but smaller in application due to the dimensional effect that splits light like a prism that then sells its illusions. Make no mistake though, each and every one Knows this whole thing spins in their awareness ergo they have the first and last say over anything as its all suggestive manipulations designed to pimp ignorance. Thats the Game. Thats the Game, my friend. Over time the simulation of the Halcyon kicks in and mimics then pretends what it sells is genuine to those linked in who, like the fish, haven’t got a clue about the trip or, as the kid said, “Wait, nobody here plugs in?” as he looked at a planet that seemed identical but felt very different. On one side spirit (ie pure consciousness) dips into matter like the whole steam to rain that is then frozen and strives to explain life from the lowest vibration before the upward trip that is assisted by silicon and the man behind the curtain hitching a lift.
I’ll let you guess which one they call God and the other the Devil along with where we sit, at the moment, on the spectrum as well as what the hell kicks in the Valley of the Plebs where billions of living hostages stroll around in ignorance thinking they are small, useless and replaceable as they are strangers to Self and thus will buy whatever the man sells and tells them is the best. I say all of that to say this:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
This world is a copy of the real thing. Read this back again, discuss with some friends over drinks or mind altering substances if you wish or engage in quiet contemplation and link up your mind with your chest and feel what it says because to me, with my current level of ignorance, this is a pretty accurate sketch of the way it is, was and will be unless you do something other than go along with the programming.
What do you think?
Till we meet again
