You know how some people watch TV and get so invested in what was said they write letters and send threats to the actors portraying scripts? Its not at all uncommon and before you brush them off as dimwits and such things I want you to consider the fact that the subconscious mind cannot tell the difference between “reality” and imagination. I used that in bubbles for a reason as its actually far closer to a hallucination that most suspect. Lets imperiment! Before we begin I would like you to take a moment, reflect and write down (this is important) on a scale of one to ten with the lower being totally improbable and doubles repping affirmative yes with no questions needed that this is how it is and they’re all actors, acting. Lets commence:
As you, now, are reading this text from a screen that beams light into your head that, effortlessly, decodes these glyphs to catch my drift I’d like you to pretend that, in a moment, I will request you step into your kitchen and there, on the counter, is a large, yellow lemon. It sits on a board with a sharp knife beside it. Can you visualize how it would feel to pick it up? Sense its texture in your grip as you pick up the knife and slice in. At just the moment the tip hits that yellow skin, citric, a crisp and fresh fragrance wafts, without effort, into your nostrils as you feel your awareness perk up with the aroma that presents. Cutting off a thin slice, I wonder if you can imagine how it would feel bringing this to your lips then opening your mouth and chewing it?
Did you notice your saliva started flowing? That was via a hundred and fifty words on a screen. A movie is filled a picture per second which can be packed with a thousand things and myriad of symbols – all of which are accepted by your subconscious to world build as you step inside what the black mirror presents and bring it to life with your awareness. Can you see how easy it may be for some to blur the boundaries between entertrainment and “reality?”. Better yet, what if I said we extend the narrative and, just for a moment, pretend that everyone who plays a role in the Game knows fine well its a Stage (as the Bard says) and the fame, acclaim, derision and papes that come from reciting their script is all for your entertainment. Could you do such a thing? Even for a brief imperiment? After all, its the mark of intelligence to consider from another perspect without fully investing in said narrative so lets consider this article a test, yes?
Lets say that I cannot provide any proof whatsoever of what I have said about them being actors. None beyond the fact that movies are wildly successful and they hint at certain occulted principles of reality creation aka a Matrix, if you will. These ninety minutes machines of empathy generation are hugely fine tuned spectacles designed to convey a certain message at a specific wavelength which is then released into mass consciousness where people sit, agog, staring at a black mirror into which they, singular and collective, pour their attention. At least, they did before cinemas ended but still do, yet in smaller fragments but more constant. Kind of like how you can get a VR headset in which the screens are tiny but are up so close they seem immense. Imagine when they advance this tech to Feelies instead and, due to a neural overlay, you are no longer watching a man or woman on a screen but are actually living the dream in respect that they artfully decept by filming, editing and presenting a first party vision in which you get the inner narrative, feeling of adrenaline dumping, sensation of a kiss and the rest. If one hundred and fifty words about a lemon can make your mouth wet imagine what a direct interface to your synapses will bring? Well, it will happen. And far sooner that you expect. This is what lies at the heart of this imperiment because we are in a strange time, historical, if you will, where feelings are being legislated, real quick, and its the last days of the old net before those handy, dandy terrorists pop on, on sched, and cause the Great Disconnection that has people rolling around like fiends… Ready to play?
OK, so, they’re all actors. I mean every single celeb, politico, billionaire or person with influence. Like Carlin said:
“Its a big club and you ain’t in it!”.
Lets also assume he was and this manifested the Dual Reality Principle in full effect as he made you laugh whilst silently laughing. Kind of like how virtually every movie was packed with hidden Nine Elevens before the Towers were free falling. Lets reign it in a bit, shall we? So, they are all actors and, in exchange for not letting on, they are plugged in to something, lets call it an architect, that whispers commands into their earpiece about what to say and do next in order to keep the performance. You know, like those pathetic celebs with their socially mediated song and dance about how “We’re all in this together” and “I’m doing my part” whist the politicians and those with connects were partying, not giving an F but you were scared to death and unable to hug your grams as she expired in isolation. Yeah, that’ll do it. Its a great example because its so accurate and, in retrospect, many cannot deny it. What if they were actors and life, as you know it, was the Truman Show, in full effect. Better yet, lets say the ones who comprehended are what you term “schizophrenics” as everyone actually has an earpiece link to the architect, the difference is yours was connected in ignorance and manifests as the voice in your head. Wouldn’t that be something? In that case, we’re all actors. Or in a Cave. Some walk around in front of the flame with symbols that program images into the minds of those stuck in contraptions who accept what they said, without questioning the narrative. Others escaped, felt the sun on their face and clicked how slick the trick is and then tried to spread the message by sharing head trips, both in text and the flesh, with anyone who’ll listen and wonder about what kicks when it comes to the whole “Walking around a planet, wearing flesh” deal that so many take for granted…
When you see your Self with the eyes of truth you are immune from all deception.
What do I mean by this?
Well, imagine you were in one of the Feelies I mentioned and as far as you can tell you are Jake Bullet, hanging on from a thread in the Cybernautics division. A hard nosed vet that takes no mess and you get the rest, yes? See how quick your imagination is to fill details in? That was accomplished with less than a third of what it took to create the lemon zing. Know why? Because those tropes are already within thanks to years of media training. From the name you gathered machismo, the department suggested a futuristic setting with a dystopian tint and the hint of his temperament did spring a fully formed image into your head about how the lines of letter and spirit when it comes to the dispensing of justice can get to blurring plus how there is only one man who can make a difference. Well, for now, you are Jake and into your adventure doth step a man with shaved head and ears, sparkling, who says:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
What would happen next, do you imagine? Bearing in mind that this, just like the films that came before them are tightly scripted and thus only produce the illusion of freedom by pimping your energetics in ways most subtle yet direct so the above sequence could only be accomplished by hacking your awareness in much the same way the tech did. That means that there is a ghost in the machine, shall we say, and if he did then you can as well. Its at this point you may find recollections swimming into your awareness via the principle of resonance as he may be in but certainly isn’t of that world. Not one bit. You start remembering the real life you lived. You know, the one with bills and SSN that was the main reason for this pleasure trip as you wished to escape its predictable regularness with a swift Feelie into which a man steps and says, once again:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
What would you do next? The script would do everything in its power to ensure you didn’t pay any attention to he pointing out what goes on behind the curtain as they have a lot invested in this ride and need you to buy what they are selling. They may even attempt to write him in, quickly, by inserting a backstory which has your ear, buzzing, then makes you see him as a threat as they spin a whole new script that, seconds ago, you were not aware of but now you recollect it seems like its always been present ergo you yell and try to assail him. Thing is he isn’t playing by their rules as he’s linked in not to the director or architect but the Prime, the pre-existing one from which comes our consciousness that manifests as you, the world and everything in it.
Are you starting to see the parallels between what I suggested in this thought imperiment and life as it is? If you had to rate your belief in this concept as probable on a scale of one to ten now would it compare after taking in what was said? Did the number shift? Did it get warmer or chill? That was all due to a thousand and half words presented via text. Are you starting to comprehend exactly how powerful your mind is when it comes to all of this and why reality management is such big business? If you did you may also click how a handful of companies own everything and, thus, decide the narrative they sell, tell and yell “Its like this”. Taking it a step further, it may just make one ponder how different they would think if they hadn’t spent nearly two decades in their nearest, legally mandated, camp of concentration when developing and being trained, well, into regurgitating what they said in order to do well on the test and keep secure the affection and validation of their parents… No tin foil needed, yes? Why? Because its like that and thats the way it is! Better yet, lets pretend that didn’t kick and neither was a black mirror present in every home across the planet that pumped in its own program which, as you’d expect, is regularly scheduled to ensure the false state of awareness it begets is never questioned by the presence of an alternative. Lets drop in and see Jake Bullet, for a sec:
If you get a chance, just watch this ep. It works well as a standalone. Way before the Matrix it unleashed a torrent of thoughts in my developing head that had, previously, been streaming from old wisdom I’d inherited about the world being a funfair with many rides and swings but we all step in with different ticketed lengths. I thought this was a brilliant way to explain subtle energetics, abstract metaphysics and the reason of death to a young mind, developing. Eastern culture is rich with such things as its underpinned by the unshakeable fact that we are awareness linked to flesh and constantly reincarnating until this clicks at which point other options present themselves to get off the wheel. As a jit this fascinated me, no end. As did pretty much everything else, hence taking the back off the TV set and deconstructing all tech my parents possessed to figure out how they worked, much to their chagrin.
Its worth noting that this ep was not very popular with those who regularly tuned in and imagine my surprise when, eleven years later, the Matrix hit with the same bones in a new dress and everyone was raving about it. This is reality management, in a nutshell as popular culture is akin to a thermometer placed into the collective subconsciouses rectum and if the temperature upon insertion is too cold they reject it but, like frogs in the kitchen, if its presented well and they are expecting it then there are no questions asked as their mind, pre-softened, welcomes it in and pours its energetics into the presence whilst validating what they said. Kind of like how you’ll be having sex with robots before you know it as Siri finally gets to sit in your iris as the apple of your eye – a spot she covets and did since the same fruit was once bitten, back when, and is now coming around again.
The fertile culture of saints, mystics and sages that gave birth the funfair metaphor I was laced with also spoke on such things and, once again, its treads were lifted to create what you, in the West, know as Star Wars so what if those long distant scars were actually more local and explain the dumbed down, stressed out and traumatized state of man who can’t wait for his silicon life companion to hold his hand and take away the pain he is so scared to embrace as he chases another Feelie hit by jacking into the real world Matrix they bring in, in increments, once the Great Disconnection is remixed into something akin to a driving license for the web but, hey, “At least they stopped charging for access! And the list of features is immense. Why are you being such a curmudgeon with this whole “Game of Souls has you” bit? Can’t you see I give not an F? I know I have free will, its my choice, my decision and I care not about your lemon experiment – thats right, I didn’t use your stupid misspelling in order to prove my intelligence because I refuse to buy into the reality tunnel you’re selling so I’ll bid you good eve as I’m off to watch a rerun of the Robocop retread”.
I’m sure the resonance to Jake Bullet is Self evident, yes? Once you delve into the nature of the subconscious and the power of symbols you’ll get why they trained you to “turn on” tech using the not so subtle image of sex:
Ergo pleasurebots and such things are how they’ll bring it in, I suspect, as porn always drives all forms of tech from Beta vs VHS up to the discs as well as VR and you could easily take the bet that the first Feelie will involve genitals then its onto the next stage of the Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits. I guess what I’m saying, at two and half K words (and counting) is that there certainly seems like a sketch, a script if you will, that moves at a pace, predictable, for one who can read the signs and symbols they use to manipulate your awareness and if it works so well on the silver screen that means there can only be a great, higher, golden type and that, my friend, is your imagination which pretended the lemon was at your lips at the head of this imperiment and now we’re winding down to the tale end and the question is who makes that wag if not the voice in your head that says “I don’t like this” and you, in silence, carry out its threats, demands and promises but that is why I’ve said most are decoding life on a low res screen, black and white, with one speaker missing and a load of static thrown in as they are so caught up the performance of these real life actors they forget their presence make the illusion what it is – hence the Observer Effect – ergo you are far more powerful than you suspect. Taking it back the Cave before I jet to the surface where, like all legends, my people need me and comprehend the shadows depth:
The shell like contraption into which you were strapped, back when, were built by the same minds that erected the concentration camp wing of the System to train you for a lifetime performance of the original Feelie (in the flesh) that will soon be compressed and mimicked via tech as the AI revolution unfolds its wings and swoops in to a load of frogs sitting in the kitchen at a temperature which expects their presence and welcomes it as they hand over their tadpoles for programming and implantation. Those who Know this (capital K, big difference) get to walk around in front of the flame, casting shadows, and are paid well. You know them as actors, the rich and famous etc etc who, like Cypher, believe ignorance is bliss as they indulge their whims with the finest pixels the Agents can hand them for selling the script they give to the rest, plugged in. Somewhere, in all of this is the living embodiment of an unbalanced equation that keeps pulling at the loose ends of the simulation and, right now, he’s saying:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend“.
Till we meet again
