Have you ever wondered why people are addicted to the medes, socialist, even though they’re filled to the gills with fakeness?
I mean, some of the things you see are so ridiculous and yet people are all up in the comments validating the deception. I’d bet that if you looked within, at their internal operating system, it would be singing a lyric that went a little like this:
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say” said the Slave.
Do you know what the rub is? The fact that if you pointed this out they’d deny it with a vehemence whilst providing as much “proof” as you can handle that their perception is valid. Don’t you find this interesting? I do. Then again, I’ve never shied away from the tough questions as there are no limits in my head. That can be a dangerous combination when the name of the Game is mind control, par excellence. Maybe thats why they say keep the sacred cows at a distance as when you get up close you discover they’re plastic with a “Made in China” stamp on their rear end. What do I mean by this? Simple:
This social media fakery and image selling didn’t pop into existence from a vacuum. There had to be some type of antecedent. Not only that but this mind virus is inherited as one of the hallmarks of children beyond their inherent radiance, desire to ask questions and possessing no intellectual limits is that they are totally honest. As Aunt Bunnys tale attests. This, however, is quickly beaten, trained or cajoled out of them. Why? Because in a world of liars the really real is dangerous hence why its the domain of madmen, mystics and metricists. Its also why the fool or jester was awarded a position next to the king because he was the only one who could be counted on to tell it how it is and with a dash of wit. Maybe thats why Will slapped Chris as there is more to what kicks on the stage, overall, than many care to admit, examine or challenge. If that isn’t mind control, par excellence, then I don’t know what is…
What I’m speaking on isn’t hidden but can be quite hard to comprehend due to the nature of the (false) self and coping mechs mixed in with “blissful” ignorance. Due to my constant quest for gnosis and innate rejection of what they present my Path hasn’t been simple but I’m sure if you interviewed the first coal to become a diamond he’d say the same thing as the way of the alchemist is attuned to a higher resonance – a state I call Inner Sense – and this is what each and every one of us stepped in with. What happened?
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say”.
Imagine if you have a mirror, it is large, whole and perfectly reflects. Then it met a brick and got to tinkling. Now what we have is a load of pieces with edges, jagged. It still feels like it did but is now fragmented. The weight of this admission would be immense and thus it cannot admit it and instead pretends life is great and attempts to sell an image. This is perfect as the rest are doing this and thus the treadmill does spin with lots of jagged little edges putting their work in. Because they accept ignorance as wisdom and don’t question what kicks they tend to fight a lot among themselves as they yell “Look what you did, you clumsy oaf! You hurt me with those pointy bits. Don’t dare question what I say, I reflect the real, real perfect” as the other either beefs or accepts only to find another vent. Round and round, round goes this life until, one day, a mirror steps in which is pelted not with a brick but an entire wall so that that which shines is rendered back to sand instead. You’d think the Game would relent at this point but it doesn’t. Next the heat is turned up to an immense increment and what was solid doth melt and then, by dint or luck or sheer will, the mirror reforms itself – whole, undamaged and perfect. What type of message do you think it would bring to this realm of the fragments that said:
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say”.
Would they want to Know? Would they care to go through the same process? Better yet, could they handle it? How would one comprehend the pressures and intent of such things when the rest accept the first brick but because you reject the deposit then hammer time kicked in as they unleash every single trick to get you lie to your Self? Stranger still is the awareness one would beget from this imperiment in consciousness because whilst you could relate to the rest with intense empathy they simply could not comprehend your vision due to their tacit acceptance of a blueprint that has them, in turn, throwing a brick at the mirror of their kid to make them just like them.
Do you see why I say the world is outsane and we’re Witnessing the symptoms of mass disconnection and thus the allure of a false plug does wonders for the intense loneliness and anomie that has became standard? What if there were a race of humans that looked identical to the rest but lived for ages? I’m talking a thousand years at a time or even the old Vampire myth. In that case you can imagine how they’d quickly outsmart the rest, stay hidden, rule from the shadows and do what they wish with the rest being none the wiser of what kicks. What if in order to prevent the realization of the Emperors nakedness and the grand deception that any in this realm is greater (or less) than them they had to create a way to Adulterate Inner Sense aka get the parents to throw that brick so they can comfort the jagged little edge they beget that is just as broken as them as they turn for salvation to the one who did it. Wouldn’t that be a trip? What if you were living in it? How would you tell?
Would the lack of shine in peoples eyes as they progress be a hint? What about them getting stooped over and decrepit? Could you consider the implications of why children are born open and curious but, to a man, end up folding in upon themselves after nearly two decades of enforced training to “Sit still! Look ahead! Do well on the test or your parents will stress and withdraw their affection and we know you don’t want this”. Food forethought, scrape the dish.
I posit that, once upon a when, something happened on this planet that was akin to the stars falling or other such mass event that held the whole world in its grip. The details and specifics of said event were repressed by the collective and only live as myths of paradise lost and such things or the whole Garden of Eden shtick. Instead of what was natural and in sync with our inner realms we create unreal fakeness as part of a coping mech in which we can pretend that didn’t happen as the educational System pimps kids and tells them we went from cavemen to spaceships and the people back when were stupid. And yet there are huge monuments built with immense astronomical precision and encoding that refute this.
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say” said every single A grade student. It takes a different mindset to step in front of the tank of ignorance as you hold your shopping because it may not even be what you expected, on rising, but when the opportunity presents you couldn’t resist what is correct and feels authentic because, inside that shell, is another human or, getting back to what reflects, each mirror still sees. Just not as clear as it did without the limits of its imprint.
As I sit here and push the pen after what can only be termed a revelation about past events I really do wonder if there is any point in doing this because a) most simply will not comprehend and b) fewer still give an F plus c) the dedication it takes to put that work in and change ignorance to gnosis is simply petrifying to the rest who are well adjusted to mass sickness as I’ve mentioned in other texts. It truly is like the inmates took over the asylum and now my childhood development surrounded by criminal intent and mental unrest makes way more sense because they, at least, knew they were broken and were open to listening to solutions as I formed my mindset under their nurturing protection as their edges may be jagged but “This jit is more liquid than solid… What the hell happened? There aren’t even any fragments?”.
Its like trying to explain a dream because without the symbols of personal investment and the narrative you etched it makes very little sense or impact upon the rest and yet isn’t that exactly what a movie is? That medium, alone, offers a huge hint of what kicks as it uses a black mirror to pimp your consciousness with some red, green and blue pixels mixed in. Comprehend that if you shone a solid white light at a screen it would contain the content of every motion pic, ever. You’d get them by stripping away aspects and thus to those who remember the time when a light now dimmed once shined and illuminated the globe with its resonance would look at what kicked as people praise Lucifer himself that stepped in, dazzling, and stole the show for himself and made what was pure an old Devil instead whilst proclaiming him the head, best and worthy of praise and attention. To which the crowd said:
“Lie to me, I’ll believe whatever you say”.
Those at the helm know you better than you Know your Self and that, my friend, is tragic because when the need for deception runs high people will clutch at the brick of belief whilst drowning in seas of ignorance as they forget they can swim and thus could save themselves. To extend that meta read this article about the beach and cave because between the both of them they outline a sketch for some practical metaphysics and in depth consideration of the human condition because whilst there are those who profit well from deception and misleading there are others, wondering, who keeps sending the prophets and why if its all peaches and cream? Surely that alone suggests we’re missing an aspect of the sketch that many choose not to comprehend as they place their power outside of Self when not a single child steps into this realm with that type of coherence which hints that it is how I said.
“Tell me the truth, I’ll consider it at length then reality test” said one who has awakened the Warrior within and comprehended there are no enemies in this realm, only teachers who present a class which doesn’t relent aka serving a life sentence in the flesh for the matter wrapped around your eternal sentience is but part of the spell most call “being human”… This is the key to true freedom aka transcendence as one breaks the spell they wove around the planet as you recollect you’re a god, amnesiac who may be in but most certainly isn’t of this realm.
This is why I’ve said, time and again, may the truth protect me, everywhen as its pure resonance was what beamed in and we are it, my friend. Grok this whilst living to find illumination that is real and genuine as life makes much more sense hence the Warrior seeks the authentic and declares war on fakeness. Starting first, within, as that is where your Opponent hid… Inside your internal OS.
Till we meet again
