Previously I mentioned how movies are emotional porn and this is exceedingly true, when you get down to the basics, as its a black mirror, some red, green and blue pixels that pimp your awareness and request you make real (get it?) the illusion it presents by pouring in your energetics. Yeah, thats where we’re going with it. In many ways one should be aware when they stare into the abyss because best believe it doesn’t flinch, won’t relent and gladly accepts all you send. All in the name of entertainment. Actually, entertrainment would be more accurate because who in the F can deny that popular culture sends a mind virus of influence into the domes of those plugged in who will either emulate, reject or contemplate what is actually happening.
See, back in the days, the TV set was called and idiot box for a reason and me, personally, was not allowed to be caught slipping by the flickering visions that boomed from the wooden veneered tube in my living room. Did anyone else have such broken down tech that you had to “warm it up” by turning it on twenty minutes before what you wished to ingest was broadcasted? Anyway, in order to stay slick my father would ask random questions like “What color was the T shirt being worn by the girl standing behind the main character in the scene that just ended?” and I’d have around three seconds to respond before CLICK. No instant replay, no TIVO or such things. Blink and you missed. “Better luck next time, jit”. With that said:
I’d be willing to bet that your friends and clique all consume similar music and flicks, yes? If you take the three you hang most with and look at their best and worst features, you are them. Taking it to another level, if they start binging a series you just can’t vibe with you’ll notice where the path splits. Same with tunes and grooves but this one can be even more intense as they can shift moods like nobodies business and thus if you’ve ever been on a road trip whoever gets to set the mix is in the hot seat, par excellence. Many a C-Ninety was ejected and defenestrated in the opening miles of said adventures and many more amazing memories were laid down as the tunes were bumping. This is the reason why you may think pop music was crap, back when, but a few decades later you find yourself humming along to it as it spins because of what else was encoded with it in your synapses. This is also why they teach the alphabet in rhymes and use it for numbers and such things like commercial jingles because we were actually born to dance and sing before it was dumbed down into walking and talking. Major lightbulb moment for some reading as this is the true basis of Adulteration and that scheme is so evil and pernicious that its as invisible as hallucinogenic water to tripped out fish that doesn’t see the geometric patterns of symbols that are right in front of it…
So, if you’re sitting around watching reruns of old things and tend to stick to tried and tested genres, stars, themes etc.. I’d be willing to bet that your actual, factual life is also a do over or yearning for a past you don’t fully recollect. Bonus point, isn’t it mindblowing that each time you remember a memory you’re actually accessing not the event but the file that refs instead which is then shifted and edited in increments. Isn’t that fascinating? Truly, I think it is because they did an experiment in which they pressed people who’d left the land of Disney with a test about how it felt seeing Bugs Bunny and his friends. Nearly all of them generated spontaneous recollections of an event that didn’t happen as the trademarks for that team wouldn’t be present but because the brain is quite plastic and swims at a depth where the links make sense they just offer what you expect. Taking this to another level, the person you think you are at the moment is actually based on recollection so if someone was editing them, how would you tell? Really ponder this because I remember, back when, asking a friend:
“If I took all of your best chums thoughts, feelings and actions and scooped them out of his head and put them in someone else would you still chill like you did if the outer shell was different?”.
Cue a “WTF?” look. Yeah, even though it was the playground I could already tell that me and the System would butt heads because, to me, it was something worth pondering because Tab Clear had just hit and it (was supposed to) taste like the real thing whilst looking like a lemon drink and I couldn’t help but extrapolate the implications because, lets imagine, they’d just made Coke without the tint would it still hit the same or be different? Speaking of which, have you ever seen how strange one with dark features seems after they’ve bleached their skin? Its really quite weird because the melanin presents a different type of image and when its been stripped from the tip the sun reflects and creates a differing type of emphasis which renders the features in stark relief. Like I said, it made me wonder what was going on in peoples heads to do such things and that, once again, can be traced back to the medias influence which is, now, an epidemic. Will the plastic surgery gen hate their kids for reflecting their true genetic heritage or is this simply paving the way for gene remixes and such things?
“Aha!” said the man behind the curtain. All according to keikaku, it seems…
So, if you’re still spinning the same tracks from Nine Six and occasionally dust off the Avirex and wish Girbauds were still in then what else have you missed as the world doth shift but, then again, if you change with the times where is your reference? In a world ever phasing there are some things worth contemplating and this is one of those topics because whether or not you’re on board with the rest of my metaphysical musings about life, death, who is at the helm and what it means to wear skins and the amnesia this inflicts on elements of the divine made manifest in a realm of limits its something that holds an immense influence. I mean, look back at old trends and fashion choices that were in because celebs said and you emulated only to shake your head in a few decades and change. See, that will remain constant. Its how the Game is played and yet, style is timeless. Finding your own vibe, your own tribe and a real life is, I suspect, lifes true challenge.
On the flip, if you try real hard to keep up with the latest trends and even attempt to stay one step ahead there is the question of validation and acceptance. Some people do it for the kicks because they genuinely injoi it. Others because they need to feel that Hipster hit of saying “You ain’t up on this” whilst a few don’t have a clue what it is that propels them to think different. Speaking of those rich scruffs, did anyone else find it really amusing when one of them sued a site for an article for using a pic of him that said they’re all generic and vapid only to find out it was someone else. Ha! Ironic, isn’t it? Like Hippies listening to CIA kids singing about “overthrow the government” whilst tripping on drugs they provided and symbols they created. How wild is this? Almost as mad as believing the Feds created Hip Hop – which they did – as they were there from the incep whilst the Grandmaster was flashing the tips of his fingers and such things using various codes and signals that were missed by the plebs. I know, I really hate to say that because I always felt that Rap spoke my wavelength and to find out the true strings behind these meat marionettes was a “Wait a minute” moment that now makes perfect sense because why in the hell do you think Snoop and Dre were singing and advertising the liquor brands of the company that owned the labels distribution? Same with Mr Hennessy and Enemies as well. Do the Knowledge…
Much like porn a lot of what you watch is whats missing. Now, lets not be facetious and say that someone with a fat rotation of slims isn’t jacking it to pixels as well because that does happen but, on the reg, its generally a case of trying to scratch an itch by rubbing a photo of yourself which is pretty stupid. Try telling that to the moth hypnotized by the flame as it can’t tell the difference between real and imagination. Whoops, I mean a human brain can’t. The insect is simply having its innate senses pimped with an overload of stimulus that goes beyond its wavelength and thus seems super attractive. Kind of like the semi sentient sex robots that will be coming to assuage peoples loneliness because if their silicon bits can provide way more stimulus via, say, built in vibration, temperature shifts, electro stim and all other types of things then who will want plain carbon? See how poison can be made to seem delicious in times of ignorance? Do the Knowledge, my friend, as this text stands as testament because whilst the world may not be at its end you can see it pretty well from where I sit. So, examine the themes of your movies and content then see how to make that real in life versus consuming a counterfeit. If you, on the school run are like this:
Then why not vent that MILFy aggression by learning the fine art of kickboxing and working up a sweat to discharge that rage within in a way that is totally intimate and exceedingly effective because whatever you consume outside is linked to the resonance within that makes it attractive. Scratching a photo, recollect? Flip the script, live your lyrics instead of lip syncing anothers pen…
I’ve always been pretty selective. Not just in terms of entertainment but everything. Its like if life is a Four K screen filled with an immense array of pixels I’m only interested in a thin strip as the rest just misses the bit that I dig. What, my friend, do you suspect that says about my inner realm? On the flip, is it a coping mech to claim I’m discerning and have no time for the mess as I get my product direct from the connect and like an intense hit versus something which has been two stepped to death? What about you? Have you drawn any parallels as this type of imperiment has caused many to have loads of straight line in Tetris moments as they drew links in their inner realms by the power of intuition that the school system had extinguished, back when. Yeah, I’m a dangerous mind, for sure. Probably why they tried to murder me to death but in each encounter I either win or learn a lesson and thus up my wavelength which takes us back to res so that thin strip I mentioned is actually on a Sixty Four K set and thus my bandwidth is immense which explains the look of confusion, back when, as I wondered if ones friends and relationships would change if the surface skin was different but the content identical?
Man, I have gone on some real tangents here, yes? Lets try and keep focused, shall we. You know, that old “Sit up straight! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will withdraw their affection so he who regurgitates best what we’ve said on the test gets a gold star and pat on the head”. Miss me with that mess. The most interesting thing I learned in school was how to balance my chair on two legs. Its a very, very subtle skill that recruits an immense amount of neurokinetics and the thrill of hitting it in a perfect position is something else because if you get carried away you lose the moment ergo its an odd mix of intensity that disconnects aka being Centered in Self or in the world and not of it. Hopefully these sprinkles are firing off new Patterns and ways of thinking inside your head as you too draw your own links or has the System done a number that made you numb and getting number? See that homonym, its not an accident, my friend.
What is the main tone of your music? What state is being elicited? Do you find the latest trends scream for your attention or do you go out and dig for vinyl and all those hits that aren’t on streaming services and thus might as well not exist? That is actually an immense topic because I was wondering:
What if the facial recog tech you use to open your phone and such things could be linked to your browser which only sends things they want you to glimpse? How would you tell? You couldn’t, could you? Just like if someone was tampering with your recollection. What if it already happened? I suspect it did but most didn’t click even though it was blatantly obvious your phone was spying way before they admitted it. Its a brave new world, my friend. Might as well do the Knowledge before they slide a chip in your head and these types of thoughts aren’t allowed in as they’ll be trimmed at a low level. Like a shadowban of consciousness. Can you imagine that type of realm and how invisible it will be to the kids raised in it? Well, how about we extrapolate that to the seas, digital, in which you swim as well as the cultural implications of cows too sacred to be examined in light of critical thinking for fear of being called a heretic, excommunicated or killed to death? Stranger things have happened, my little hallucinogenic fish, and this I can attest for they almost had me on the hook, back when, but I escaped their grip and went the distance which is why I speak like this but, as this missive attests, maybe I was born for this which brings its own range of implications to be pondered so lets get back on thread with this as I wrap the article with a bow which says:
For the next three months I challenge you to watch the kinds of flicks you’d never peep, spin new artists in your list or, better yet, how about totally disconnecting from all of it and spending some me time alone in quiet contemplation. Ah, the White Room. Sent people screaming, it did, as they yelled:
“What the F goes on inside your head to even think of something like this? I hate it. Don’t ever ask me to do anything like this again. What the hell, man? What the hell?“.
See that? Its what happens when the Adulterated come face to faceless with their Opponent who is currently at the helm of their consciousness but they aren’t slick enough to spot the pimp who plays with their awareness as he manipulates their energetics via the voice in their head. I mean, how the heck can you be it when you are obviously that which listens, eh? That, my friend, is what they target via trauma, repetition and symbols. Not to mention jingles, wavelengths and induced resonance. Oh yes, entertrainment is what it is but only real eyes realize reel lies so do the Knowledge.
Till we meet again
