The fact they print the ends out of nothing then sell, at interest, to the ones who govern ments is a pretty wild thing, isn’t it? Stranger still is the IMF who hit third world nations upside the head with immense interest whilst their cronies loot their mineral resources but, in the mid, there is the point that, today, we shall be considering:
Now, like Scarface said, I ain’t no Communist because I think too free for that mess and, besides, its just another illusion selling delusions in the land of confusion that needs an “Us” for there to be a “Them”. Are you ready to introspect on what comes next? Dig in:
Money, like religion, language, borders and even the internet is another control mech and its one that can be used, real well, to decide how many places you move around the board, as and when. There is another aspect to this as well that is, generally, hidden because half of the global population lives, daily, on less than you spend on your pumpkin spice latte (with all the trimmings). Do some swift computing and tell me what you’re thinking. This place is a plantation and there are some who are free range (paying for every step) and the battery kind as well who are so broke they can’t afford to pay attention. But, the difference is, the latter will click, quite swift, the gist of what I’ve said whereas the former will deny it, vehement, as they yell “Tin foil nonsense!” at the screen whilst avocado toasting in suburban bliss.
There simply isn’t a thing in this realm that hasn’t been weaponized, real well, since the fallen angels stepped in and taught women make up and booty shaking whilst giving the lads tips on how to best kill, kill, kill. Ain’t much changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you too… Loosh is a concept that was posited, originally, by many indigenous cultures who called it Wetiko, the Kali Yuga mindset and Krivda. That last one is interesting as its quite close to the script due to translating as “Reality made crooked“. Just what you’d expect from light bent at ninety degrees in vacuum, eh?
Robert Monroe researched into consciousness but also worked with the Feds which means a Hundred and Two percent of what he says is sketch (with a Two percent margin for error) ergo one must learn to discern but, in this case, what he states doth ring true with Castenadas Shaman friend says but that leaves one wondering if he truly existed or was that too an immense psyop to confuse and delude the public? Thats before we get into “The Nine” and whole remote control mind thing. Oh, what a tangled web they weave when spinning at ninety degrees… At ease! Anyway, during one of his teams journeys out of the body they met a discarnate intelligence that said:
“Once upon a when there was a force that clicked there is a subtle, refined elixir that comes in dribs and drabs, now and then. Being quite ingenious it decided to cook up a little something, a garden, if you will, into which it placed all of the elements needed to generate its favorite drink. It was a mess. The blend was weak and, worse still, they consumed more than they’d give. Not be deterred he remixed the sketch. Twas a slight improvement but nothing spesh. And then, something happened. See, resources were getting thin and thus the strong looked at the weak as something to eat and sustain them so conflict did kick and not only did the rivers run red with vital fluids but the heavens took on a blue tint as the oppositionally equaled loosh did ascend. Oh, it was magnificent“.
Now, remember I said he was a Fed in fancy dress so make sure you take a good hit of that there salt lick to digest the sketch as it does look mighty accurate yes? This takes us back to the Gnostic myth in which it was said this realm was built by an incompetent for ends that are quite devilish but I don’t believe that tells the real deal. What if the Game, once upon a when, was perfect then it devolves, in increments, so things can get broken down into their components before being rearranged again as man ascends on silicon wings from the daze of ignorance? In between all of this we get the hint that the is a primal energy that powers the flesh and that, my friend, is your consciousness. Mormons, with the ineffable grace of racism sanctioned by the divine principle, flat out said that being white is heavenly and dark skin is for demons which, once again, pretty accurately reflects the lives of those living, barely, for less than you spend on a beverage that is lined with enough endocrine toxins to make your balls shrink so pon the horns of a dilemma is man gored, daily. Isn’t it ironic that those with less actually get to eat better forms of sustenance as they’re locally sourced, fresh and not draped in look nice chemicals or flash frozen and flown half way round the planet? Thats the Game, that the Game…
Monroes sketch then said how the “containers” were made smaller and smaller with each increment in order to consume the least amount of resources in the architects mission for refinement and this dealt with the problem of overpopulation as the first rule of any business operation is profit. Side note, lets pretend the place from which this prima materia descends before being wrapped in flesh gets wind of what kicks and sends one of his very own in with a special mission of the flesh to help the rest ascend from this cosmic treadmill, where they step in ignorance of what truly is beyond the realm and its veil of ignorance. It wouldn’t take a genius level think to click the team who killed prophet and then made out like bandits telling the rest what they’ll get if they just meekly accept the madness they sell and to which they’re so well adjusted that to question seems ludicrous, yes? Anyway, as the arena is switched they come up with a stroke of insight which pits the “containers” among themselves by having ones that are pretty big and down to the bittiest you can think so that when the one above shows signs of weakness the rest swarm in and loads of glorious loosh is funneled to the architect of that realm.
Did you know that parasitism is the most popular lifestyle on this planet? Not Monroes realm (which could be an entirely fictional creation) but the one on which we live? I found that a fascinating blip as well as how much mind control fungus or bacteria plays a role in this. More as we progress. The architect of said realm gave each creature, great and small, a weakness and strength. It could be camouflage, poison or protective coating. This was pretty slick as it ensured there would be perpetual conflict as each used what it possessed to get ahead whilst sitting on the bus drinking a latte as they scrolled the web filled with pics of people faking what they don’t live for clicks and hits before diligently running the treadmill to get some bills to pay the same thing. “More bucks for the star!” said the silent subtext. But nobody listened… Whoops, crossed the streams. Egon said one shouldn’t do this. Even in death they won’t let him rest.
What are we seeing here? Abraxas? Mixoparthenos with a pentagram on her head or something else? You can’t deny the resonance, thats for certain. Remember, symbols don’t have definitions – they have ecosystems ergo there is one view for the plebs and another seen only by the adepts. What are you energizing? Try to imagine all life as you know it being an intricately complex illusion that designed with the singular intent of monetizing biological suffering from the molecular level onwards and then look around where we live and tell me if I should wrap my tinfoil turban a bit different as I think the current spin is pretty darn spiffing! Wait and see, it’ll be all the rage. The funny thing is this is simply a strong opinion, loosely held as I’m just pondering with no intent to offend as I take what fits, note what doesn’t remove the rest and focus on the obvious yet hidden to string a narrative then do it all again ergo its much like a living, breathing kaleidoscope of consciousness. What do you think? Does it make a tiny shred of sense or am I just ranting and raving like someone who’s outsane but, say, isn’t that the missing link between modern schizos and old school Shamans?
Its a thin line and fewer still can read whats betwixt, yes? Up your res.
If you hadn’t guessed, I’m pretty certain we’re inside a simulation but its the intent of whats at the helm thats got me pondering as the lies and deception are laid on, super thick, as anyone investigating the origin of anything finds immense amounts of obfuscation, myth making and huge logical fallacies that seem tailor made by the Pharisees. What do I mean by this? Simple, that term, apparently, springs from the word “separation” and what did we learn as the first step when it comes to divide and conquering? Compare and contrast that with Jesus who, when not cracking the whip, was dropping dope rhymes with intricate designs on higher topics of gnosis. Like reminding the plebs they are what they’re worshipping and thus the Kingdom is within as its all built on consciousness. “Know thy Self!” he might have said. I like Jeezy, true OG hacker of the Matrix hence why so many movies and films are based on him. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. So, what does that have to do with money, loosh and the Matrix? Everything. Haven’t you guessed it yet? Sit and think, draw the links, cogitate upon a central thesis whilst naught but perspiration features within your grip for the lack of dividends certainly brings chagrin but try telling this to the little Chinese kids who gain free trampoline sessions instead of getting to end their lives of silenced desperation by splattering all over the pavement as they’ve had enough of building everything the West buys in, wholesale, that they get paid two hundred dollars a month to create… Thats if you’re one of the lucky ones. Whilst UPS still may be hiring that doesn’t mean aspiring starlets can shake a tail feather instead as simps make the tills ring with the whole OnlyFans thing. Yay, womens lib! What they don’t yell from the top of building is that only the top ten percent actually clock in a grand (per month) for getting butt naked and the rest and even that is about to end once the Weebs get their robo-Waifus to sex so best cash those tulip bulbs in while you can. Better yet, keep em pristine and find another niche because its all loosh, in the end…
So, remember I said there are loads on the planet that live, daily, for less than you spend on one simple drink? Spin back the immense PR campaign that was the Eighties of motion pics and see if you can draw the links of why said peeps may fly some jets into the symbols of opulence and then take two steps back and look to the stage left and note the man they pinned was a great friend of the President and he, just by pure “coincidence” happened to pick the numerical ref that was already seared into the collective consciousness as one of terror and threat before ripping back the curtain and pondering why the Coptic New Year begins on the same day and, some state, is the real birth of Jesus… Stranger and stranger, yes? And yet, the proof is in the very text that says “Don’t look to the heavens for signs and messages“…
Money, loosh and the Matrix. I may be stringing together things that have no coherent link beyond the confines of my inner realms but if I don’t share the text how can I request you reality test my perspect to see if it fits? Like Scarface said.
Till we meet again
