“What the hell does that mean?” he said, looking perplexed.
“Its simple. For this thought imperiment I want you to run back your life to zip and then fast forward with no Hollywood imprint in your consciousness?”.
“What am I? A Flintstone? That doesn’t make any sense”. I waited a moment to let that sink in and he got it. “Oh, all right. I’ll play the Game. Hmm. Well… I wouldn’t be me, thats for certain”.
“In what respect?”.
“Well, Van Damme made me hit the gym, Boyz N the Hood made me want to be a Crip and pretty much all of my comedic references are lifted from Eddie Murphy. Hoo! Good question“. Someone else chimed in:
“Man, what the F? Thats a hell of a mind trip. I really can’t picture me in this scene without the subtle influence that I’d never clicked was ever present“. The rest of the room agreed and started meandering back down their reality tunnel to see what posters were on the wall, which taglines were scrawled and persona traits they’d built in after feeling a resonance. The quiet one said:
“Well, you’d lack a clue as your whole “We’re in a Game we play using our Souls as credits” was lifted from the Matrix.
“Incorrect” said the first participant. “He’d been beating that drum since way before the flick”.
“To keep it a hundred that was, in part inspired by two things. One, the Vedic concept of Maya and how it was used to explain death to a upcoming jit who wondered why people vanished after a few spins and next from an ep of Red Dwarf where it was revealed their entire lives were an illusion. The leap from 8 to sixteen bit and the proto VR helmets as well. That really got me thinking, at an insane depth, about the whole sketch because what if Mario, one day, became sentiently certain that he was in a prefabricated creation and his whims were sent via someone else who animated him. I mean, do you think he’d comprehend the shadows depth or become a pixelated schizophrenic as he tried to tell the rest of what kicks and how there were strange impulses beamed into his head in ways he didn’t get and how his life, trials and tribulations were actually for the entertainment of another who gave not an F about his pain and suffering?”. The room was quiet. Another member of the cast said:
“You’ve got some super strange thoughts in your head. That much is for certain” before adding. “I, genuinely, cannot picture who I’d be. I mean, if we extend the sphere to include the musical deal would we all still be present because we all hold in common a dope rhyme over heavy drums and clean sample that makes your head nod as someone says “Rewind that again and listen to how he pushed the pen“. What a dope topic”. Now, many decades since, I bring you, my friend, into the conversation:
Who would you be without Hollywood?
If that seems to big then consider how it would seem if you were raised in Baghdad in the Eighties and all you saw were picture perfect White women that leapt out of bed, looking amazing, on your broken down TV set as you were goat herding or something? Pretty wild how this immense global PR campaign convinced everyone that the US truly was the land of dreams and how this, in turn, can generate either an envious gleam or desire to get ahead and sip that honeyed milk, as promised, by getting a plane ticket to these lands, distant. I find this aspect of social control and its influence to be absolutely fascinating because, with the web, its gone super duper hardcore in ways most don’t even comprehend as its created intensely personalized (and more fragmented) reality tunnels that many are totally unaware they’re digging or for what end. Just consider fashion blips. Anyone who opens an old photo album from the days when pics had the tops of heads missing and were, often, blurred and out of focus, looks back and wonders “What the heck was I thinking to dress like this?”. And yet, we did. Why? Because (like an onion on your belt) it was the style, current. Thats a huge amount of power, isn’t it? And yet, its concentrated in the grip of a handful of studios that seem, to me, to sing from the same hymn sheet and thats before we get into the fact that the Matrix was an immense prophylactic that prevented global mass awakenings to the true nature of the simulation by presenting truth as fiction, dig?
Who would you be without Hollywood? Heck, through the musical influence in because if you’d said, back when, that Hip Hop would take it this far I’d laugh like “Da hah, Da hah!”. See how you, if you knew the intimate relationship between a pencil and C-Ninety cassette, just clicked the ref without even thinking? Thats because everything you absorb, via osmosis, pours into your depths and is then coded and tagged in your Rolodex. Say, you don’t think that could be why the tower falling digits were impressed, again and again, in movies, seemingly unrelated? Yet, none dare call it conspiracy…
Back when these same tales were told but we label them as myths. In many ways, as Rocky illustrates well, there is but one story in this realm that is told, again and again. I personally, have used them as teaching tools with clients as this example with Collateral illustrates so swell because there are two ways to view:
Passive and active. The former is standard, in this realm, but the latter was adopted in my crib where the idiot box was seen as dampening ones usually keen edge ergo you had to keep your head on a literal swivel and be sure you clicked the details otherwise its would be the end of the entertainment if you didn’t answer, in an instant, what the third person on the left, in the crowd, was wearing. In many ways these trials and tribulations served me well as I was upping my res before I’d even met the concept and that, I suspect, is part of the reason why I push the pen like this as it forced me to observe, at depth, what those thousand words, flipped every twenty four seconds, were truly saying. Really ponder this, my friend, and you may just get why I’ve said the net is a weapon of mass influence as we, with our cavemen brains, were not made to handle such things. I mean, doesn’t the concept of a man who has never touched, let alone kissed, a woman in the flesh but has seen thousands of scenes of the most beautiful doing the freakiest of things seem a little strange? And yet, to the moth, the candle is calling even if it singes its wings. Thats the black mirror effect, doing what it does best. I mentioned in this article how the screen made me think, back when, about the primacy of consciousness as my broken down TV showed cartoons in my living room and, in another script, I mentioned the Blockbuster effect in which spots were limited and often, by happy accident, you’d uncover a hidden gem that, often, went on to become a personal hit or underground legend as well. That day is dead because now they can’t afford to take risks plus the churn rate is immense as people crave constant hints and thus there is no extended cycle in which it went from cinema to rental to sale then, eventually, on your terrestrial TV set. Like Ferris said:
One thing it did make me ponder, at depth, was why the whole medium seemed to be dominated by light skin whilst, round the ends, they were the minority. It spoke volumes of a subtle, but ever present, racist mindset that was amped to the nth by the fact that, in the Eighties up until present, the Brown men were usually fundamentalist terrorist and this is before we get into Ben Kingsley in spray paint with a bald head and the fact that “Five number Johnny!” wasn’t even Asian but impersonating. Speaking of this did you notice the shift in how Chinese people are repped? Gone are the “Me so horny!” buck teethed landlord tropes and, instead, we see them as dignified and nuanced people instead. There are various reasons, all of them economic, for this and yet Black people, to this day, are either Magical Negroes, the comedy sidekick or one that catches bullets quick saving his White friend. Ain’t things changed, cept the number after the dot, on the Range… Tell em, Nancy:
They tin canned him quick after this scene hit so it appears gods can be killed… So, who would you be without Hollywood doing its thing? Better yet, lets flip the script and bring it home to examine the person you became and the influence of your parents, their ways, creed and inheritance? Thats a bitter pill for many to digest and fewer still are willing to examine it but its a fundamental part of doing the Knowledge as we, in effect, strip the ink from the canvas to find the pure consciousness stretched over flesh that believes, incorrect, what was throw on it, back when. Its worth doing this, truly it is, as you may discover outdated Patterns much like how Netflix did as they preempt vintage films with a “Warning: This flick contains old school ways of thinking that modern audiences may not comprehend” as they hold the hand (and consciousness) of the viewer in their grip.
I find all of this super interesting as its akin to the low level hallucinogen poured into a tank of captive fish that don’t have a clue they’re tripping as they can’t imagine life without it plus, the kicker is, the process is invisible. Until its pointed out to them. I could wax lyrical about how, as a nerd, back when, I was fascinated with RPG elements as their world building was immense when we leapt to sixteen bits and then, once the PSX revolution kicked in, we saw FFVII laced with heavy metaphysics that I’ve discovered since are really real and authentic. Why in the heck was that presented? Better yet, why did Kermit play a set of bongos and look at me, developing, and request:
“Babilu, Babilu. I don’t know what that means, do you?” and I did. I did. I didn’t have a clue or concept about what it meant but that term spurred a recollection in my depths that, after my brush with death, would emerge as a past life recollection of being a temple prostitute, sacred, as clients paid a Shekel to access the divinity between my legs as a way of feelseeing the numinous as the ways of the goddess went and patriarchy settled in. That, let me tell, was a trip to click and, since then, I’ve filled in way more details that would make your brain melt that I may share in another missive but here is something to make your head spin:
What if it wasn’t just the Matrix that was a prophylactic? I mentioned this Airbender thing which dealt with spiritual concepts that was lapped up by a gen who, I suspect, may have stepped in to manifest a gnostic intent and reshape the worlds image. What then? Who would they have been without it because, as the guy at the head said, he wanted to be Van Damme and do the splits after watching a flick so he signed up to a gym and learned kickboxing as well but where the heck would Gen Z check to get spiritual wisdom to open their chakras and manipulate elements? Thats the kicker, isn’t it because, like the Incel flicking wrists but scared to approach in the flesh, if he didn’t have a vent that bypassed his need for reproductive connection with black mirror tricks he’d be forced, eventually, to look within and deal with the blockage that was being pimped by entertainment. This is why I’ve said that what you watch actually scratches an itch, within, and unravelling your history can be most telling about what truly kicks beneath the lid that uses entertainment to vent stress and don’t even get me on how all sports are fixed as they are money making rackets that need to pay for stadiums and endorsements as that one will have people stand and yell:
Such is the power of illusion in a world of fakeness which is the craziest double negative one could ever imagine, isn’t it? As one Knows the Ledge you cannot help but noticing the various modes and means of mind control in this realm ranging from both the blatantly public to privately subtle. This is why, I guess, so many schizos think the TV is talking to them when, in reality, its simply activating aspects within and those are hints that the Game takes place inside your consciousness and thus undoing Hollywoods influence is simply part of this stage. Just consider what I said in this article about a hard nosed vet from the Cybernautics division and how your brain filled in the bits to make the pic vivid and you’ll see what a huge power it is and why one of the most dangerous things you learned in school was that imagination is a bad thing.
Ultimately one undoes all external influences in order to get to grips with the internal facets that manifest as the voice in your head and, in many way, this is the greatest challenge of this stage as the illusion is so big, so vast and so encompassing that those who question it are seen of as a bit simple as the rest are too busy running the treadmill to ponder the nature of what created and it and for which end? Underneath, throughout and permeating this is the Psylense:
You are this, my friend. In this life or the next, awake and sleeping in bed. Its the universal constant aka pure consciousness that is, currently, playing the role of “John from House Smith” ergo the problem is the solution hence the person you should be most honest with is your Self. After this one can consider the influence of their parents, religion and life itself (via the timeline process) to up your res and come face to faceless with who you are, in and beyond this realm.
Till we meet again
