The coming conflict thats about to kick doesn’t have its inception where you like to believe, Thunk or suspect. No. The chief perpetrator, aggressor and oppressed can be found in much closer quarters than most would dare admit.
Remember this each time depleted uranium shells are dropped on kids and all kinds of atrocities are committed because you could have prevented this. I know what you’re thinking:
“What the F, man? Thanks for the head trip but no way is it possible that thats my problem. Make it make sense because it seems you’re babbling with this one as I can’t spot the link”.
First thing:
The Game takes place inside your consciousness (ergo, beginning, during and end) you are responsible for the manifestation of this holographic dimension and all within. Knowing this (with a capital K) is an essential step to liberation otherwise you’ll always be placed in the Victim role by an Opponent who manifests as that voice in your head with its endless stream of suggestions seemingly designed to elicit negative emotions.
Two, what the masses hold to be true the simulation brings into view. Read the article for depth but if you want to skim the surface then imagine the calling card of the three Abrahamic problem children wasn’t world ending apocalyptic with lashings of fire and brimstone thrown in but the greatest party you can ever imagine where all entrants stand a chance at winning their liberation from the abyss and the endless life sentences of wearing the flesh. Can you even comprehend this? Now pretend that each one of the billions of people that signed up to these faiths without reading the T&Cs of engagement in the Game did the equivalent of placing a one pound tip in the jar at the end of their existence which says:
“Yep, I’m cool with that kind suffering and things. Bring it!“.
That would be a huge heap of cash, yes? Not to mention those that were super generous with their tips and left their whole estate to the belief system. Its like a grain of rice on a chessboard that is doubled for the next. Before you get to the end there aren’t enough grains on the planet.
Such is the power of compounding and what your mort-gage (loosely translated as “death contract” as it will take most of your life to repay it) attests, yes? Come to think of it, imagine if everyone on your block, street or town suddenly said:
“F that debt. I ain’t paying it and neither are the rest. We stand united“.
What are they gonna do? Thats the power of crew and why its said that politics is the conspiracy of the unproductive and organized against the flipped and that ties into the first step as you spent nearly two decades, as mandated, in a concentration camp, par excellence, that swapped think for Thunk and concepts like this aren’t on the syllabus as its far harder to corral Warriors than it is to break them like their parents and convince them happiness is for sale or a place they’ll inhabit after death. Its a huge shell Game. A hierarchy of scams, if you will.
Three when have you ever, ever, ever seen a “leader” of any type fight in a conflict. Its usually only the minions they send and this is where one must tap their hat to Napoleon as the man lived his lyrics but also knew the minds of men well when he said they’ll fight long and hard for a ribbon when, in the end, its simply mass murder under another label as each side classes the other as godless infidels and thinks the real deal rides with them. They say the old tricks are the best. I’ll let you tell it but, in a nutshell, World War III is your fault.
Either you are directly complicit, tacitly expect or don’t give an F either way and thus are counted as a mute spectator who didn’t reject the programming and went along with the majority rather than state:
“No. I say, Sir, this most certainly shall not do”.
Now, for many, the idea of going against tradition makes them feel evil but, when seen with an accurate lens, the mind of the oppressed is the greatest tool in the hands of the oppressor as only a fool would send his kids to be educated by the same team that scammed them into running the treadmill like their parents as they worked to pay bills and kept telling themselves that someday their dream would come until they meekly inherited the earth as it was shoveled over them at the end of their spin. Granted not many think at the depth or without limits in their head like the one currently pushing the pen as my intent is never blasphemous or disrespectful. Quite the opposite, really, because you know how much reverence it takes to devote ones life to researching, comparing, contrasting and dissecting so many disparate viewpoints? I’ve lost count of the amount of times I bought intellectual equivalents of oil and water into a conversation that was akin to mental jousting on various topics and the end result was everyone learned something and, occasionally, a few revised their position or updated their perspective.
Not many, mind you and that was quite sad in the end because it made me comprehend that most people don’t truly wish to learn without prejudice, evolve and reality test as many variables as they can to concoct their own personal theory of everything. No, they want prethought chunks of Thunk that come with a nice, socially sanctioned seal of approval. Even if the track record of said things is a whole bunch of people that are generally miserable, frequently exploited and often in conflict with themselves whilst pretending, on the surface, to be graceful swans that effortlessly flit, that way and this, as they are constantly flapping in private. That, in a nutshell, is why World War III will be your fault.
I once asked a pimp if he felt what he was doing was correct. To hear him tell it he was performing a major social service and should be commended for his efforts and, in a sense, he was doing just this. The part I didn’t get, back then, was the money for nothing and the cheque for free bit as he apparently did a whole load of nothing other than day drink, push the whip and ferry his girls to and from places in exchange for a lions share of the profits.
“Thats the best part though, kid. Ask em, they’ll tell you they all picked me. I’m no guerrilla pimp with drugged out tricks that’ll do anything for a hit. Nor do I slap or accost them. Basically with me they get a lifestyle they generally want to live as I handle everything. I get the clients, I arrange the trips, I make sure the payments click, I’m the one that sorts their rent, dresses them and the rest. Basically they’ve got a free ride”.
The irony of this statement was not lost on my preteen brain but it was some grade A Game I was soaking up as we sat on a bench in his local as that is a pretty sweet deal, if you think about it, and the women generally enjoyed the sex, had very little stress and lived the equivalent of a teenage existence as he was akin to a surrogate parent that handled everything. Now, to many reading, I’m sure they’d be able to cook up many objections and the modern gen would have a field day being offended on behalf of them but these girls adored him for said reasons because he knew who to place where, how much rough and smooth to mix in and when one had to take a hit for the team as well as encouraging a friendly rivalry to keep motivation high and various other blips that really made his services actually quite social for they ensured various damaged men a safe vent in latex versus exploding with pent up frustration and doing something dangerous. Why did I mention this random tangent? Well, for many reasons because whilst a lot will frown upon women in this profession the simple fact is they’re only selling their bodies to pay the rent. Many trade their entire Soul, mind and belief systems for concepts exceedingly nebulous they refuse to reality test as they’re fully invested. Another dope lyric he kicked, back when, was comparing himself to the Queen of England and saying how she really made this business pay as she had all the money she could print and still taxed you for it and was down to do a mischief if you got in the way of her business.
“Richest dole wife, ever” he said. Considering she owned vast chunks of the Earths land mass in a position that is undisputed he really had a point because there was another regular who was ex military that was still itching to kill who once stated:
“If I murder him, now, I’m a criminal but if I ex out twenty of them like during the Troubles then I’m a hero”. World War III is your fault as this Pattern manifests as the blueprint thats etched in sporting events as well as armed conflict and all of this is to vent underlying tensions that dwell in the hearts and minds of men as we are a house divided that is, thus, easily conquered and that, my friend, is the Slave/Masters blueprint but most are so invested in the script that to admit the holes in it would be akin to yelling:
“I’m stupid!” full belt as you stand on the strip with a dunce cap on, ringing a bell.
This is why I’ve said one must be willing to lose their mind to come to their senses as anything less is an altered state of consciousness. I mean, imagine if you had a Twentieth gen iPhone with advanced holo tech and flashed it an early firmware that downgraded the tech to the level of the OS and potato quality picture messages was the best you could handle. Your carbon based vessel isn’t really that different…
One can only be compassionate if you are cold enough to see the lay of the land as it is then form a sketch that offers to actualize its best potential. Anything else is dream selling, manipulation or doomed to fail as its not realistic. I mean, lets say a lady presents that is more than keen on chocolate cakes and wants to be thin. You can beat about the bush with portion control, substitutions and the rest or get down to the nuts and bolts and trace back the state to its inception and see what she’s preventing from coming out of her mouth by shoving food in at any chance she gets. Turned out she came up in a fire and brimstone environment in which her folks were hyper religious and threatened her with Hell at any chance they’d get. If she wanted to yell or protest she ate instead. The secondary effect was she felt it made her appear unattractive and thus a damaged part of her was keeping her safe by doing the best it could with the fragments in its grip as she was, frankly, scared to death of living. This is a very important part because it matters not if you’re a whore on the strip or government sponsored hitman killing the Irish with a grin as there is the story you tell yourself and whats really happening.
Most of the pimps girls had, as expected, Daddy issues. This was a hole in their Soul he was happy to fill as he looked at his happy little harem as a family business and was well versed in many psychological aspects as its not easy juggling a house full of women but he did. Same with the soldier as the man fighting next to him was linked in ways stronger than kin as was his unit, country and the rest because he simply would not hear a thing against them. I mean, one day he was virtually frothing at the mouth when he walked into a conversation about how govern-ment is mind control, par excellence, and how the union of Jack literally waves a triple cross in front of your face. To say he was angry was an understatement because a large chunk of his (false) self concept was now under threat so I know how religious people etc.. get as its the exact same thing and that is why, my friend, World War III is your fault because if, she or him actually had Knowledge of Self you wouldn’t need these coping mechs that are akin to being a puppet on a string or living a masked existence based on what someone else says and you accept as real, genuine and authentic even though it springs not from within. Its what this part is hiding thats of most interest to me and when Mr Confirmed Kills stepped back in again he said:
“Listen, I’m glad I left. I know how you get with your questions and abstract ways of thinking but I just wasn’t in the mood that day as you nearly made me see red which is why I went before I did something I regret”.
Deciding that this was a good time as any to be callous I said:
“Me and you both know you’re F’d in the head, yes? After all you’d never tell your shrink that you see every other month for a bit that you stalk and track random targets along the pavement to keep your skills intact as you map out the break points, where and how to dispose of them and various other homicidal fantasies that just might, one day, tip over the edge when you feel a bit stressed and revert back to your training. You left for reasons that were purely selfish as you know I tell it how it is and coming here to kick it lets you better innerstand your Self so lets see if you’re ready to admit the same institution you champion are the one that left you for dead, psychologically speaking, after taking the best you had to give whilst allowing you to kill as that was your fondest wish since back when as you imagined each and every one of them was your drunk of a father that you wished you could end due to what he did to your mother and siblings, correct?”.
Here’s the amazing thing:
Even though he was on the brink of raging and not expecting this stream of events there was a part of him that was effortlessly keeping him in check as it knew I’d simply said what it had been trying to get through his thick head for ages but he refused to listen. This is the archetypal straight line in Tetris moment you’ve heard me mention as when it clicks a lot of blocks can melt, real quick and for him – of a fragmented consciousness – I’d just spelled out the links at which he’d been scratching in previous conversations but refused to draw the sketch as the conclusion would chafe a lot of cows he held as sacred and thus he ended up beefing with his (false) self and actually made more progress in one conversation than in the months, previous. In many ways though sometimes the rest are just as important as the pieces are akin to the letters of the alphabet and its the arrangement that means the difference between Shakespeare and pulp fiction.
So, in that respect, can anyone deny that World War III is their fault because I’d be willing to bet that if more people were a bit more aware of what went on under the surface of their awareness along with whats actually motivating their decisions and motivations the world would be quite different as its hard to pimp someone that knows the trick as its always, always, always a transfer of energetics. The pimp made his girls feel safe, special and wanted which scratched an itch their biological didn’t. The soldier needed someone to sanction his murderous urges and point them in a safe direction but to admit how they left him was identical with coming to terms with the fact that there were, once upon a when, more people on this planet that were now dead due to a narrative that impressed into him and he accepted, without question, for said reasons. And then there is you, my friend. We haven’t met yet but I’d be willing to bet your tale isn’t that different because the outlines are nearly always identical and you can, quite often, trace them back to a critical juncture of development where things went a bit Pete Tong and this creates a frozen child that is stuck in time with intense emotions equaled only by limited resources. Every now and then it takes control of the helm and it gets its vent in ways on or off the record.
Its the reason why otherwise perfect relationships have ended via a moment of madness or crimes of passion are committed along with keeping talented people stuck in roles they hate just to pay the bills as they lack the confidence to do what they truly wish and are tacitly seeking the approval of one that either withholds it can’t provide it. To wrap it up with a callback to Napoleon:
This dude was as G as it gets. From leading the charge in the field at the head of his men which firmly placed him in their chests as he lived his lyrics and wasn’t sitting in a tent eating cucumber sandwiches (no crusts) and directing the action they paid for with their blood, tears and flesh to crowning himself as he’d put the work in along with escaping from the bing and draping the French flag around his neck and saying:
“I’m the man for the job, we all know this so don’t be so stupid. Either let me handle my biz or kill me dead, this instant” that had the crowd cheering and begging for him to lead them again.
If the people you elected and selected as reps were this authentic then life would be different but, repeating a comment that made the soldier grin:
“Poli-ticks. Does what it says on the tin. Many leeches so if you buy what they sell then you’re the problem”.
Make smarter decisions. Do the Knowledge as gnosis pays immense dividends in the land of the willfully ignorant for there is no greater tool in the hands of the Opponent than the mind of his Victim and if you don’t know you’re it then that means his trick is working, perfect. For those who have awakened the Warrior within the entire charade is paper thin and worth even less than all the money thats fit to print ergo you reject their energetics, narrative and the rest. Instead you work on your Self, heal your inner realm and then assist the rest to gain a greater state of coherence as there is no outer conflict without the same within.
Till we meet again
