The terms “God” and “Devil” have so much baggage that its akin to me telling you about the name Jake Bullet of the Cybernautics Division. You’ll note how your mind prefills in a dystopia tech set and detective on the edge with plenty of machismo thrown in, yes? That is why, in this example, we’ll speak on Life and Anti Life as a new paradigm. Note, any resemblance to any gods and or devils, living or dead, fictional or actual, is pure coincidence and you should, most definitely, not go in and see dense on this narrative:
Life just is. Its like a baby in the crib. Happy to be here and overflowing with bliss. Unless it doesn’t get enough time on the tit or Aunt Bunny comes and visits and make the child feel dark within via her presence that drains the energetics of those around them to sustain herself. She, in this example, would be Anti Life to a tee. See, no Hell and pitchforks needed. We are the ghosts and the machine in my reality. Your mileage can, should and may vary. Nay, I insist it does, certainly! If not then think the opposite and try and prove me incorrect as that is mucho fun, isn’t it?
Anti Life can’t produce a thing but its a wicked smart mimic that brings its own thrill to those sporting its flex. Think of how Oppenheimer split an atom to reveal whats within but we haven’t, yet, managed to stick Humpty back together again… I predict that by Twenty Forty we’ll be more Jetsons than Flintstone in that respect as they’ll be training a new leash to carrot and stick the masses instead of all the money thats fit to print:
Time, itself.
Just how the current gen are all clout demons who’ll do anything for a rep – because if someone yells into the web and no one acknowledges does that mean it even happened? – the next will take to social credit like water and fish because its akin to banking for your standing and then this will lead in to designer babies as well because plenty of uggos, remixed, snatched themselves a man/woman/something else way above their station by editing their faces to appear more attractive and thus will not wish to see their true heritage reflected back at them and thus, with a click, the genes shall shift to something else. Anti Life, in full effect. Or is it simply another way of playing the Game? I mean, if we have a vibe in perfect sync with the all of everything on one level who would stop to invent an off switch that regulated electric current to create a console, code and the rest to emulate and mimic what truly kicks at higher res? Life and Anti Life strike again! In many ways they’re both inseparable as the presence of one means the next will kick hence the definition of G.O.D being Generation, Operation and Destruction hence why Three is so important to all religions as its woven in like a sacred thread, waiting, for those who Know the Ledge to pull at it and unravel the deception erected around gnosis, like scaffolding. Imagine this:
Right now you are, almost certainly, totally invested in the John of House Smith narrative and that leads one to believe they are the flesh and story in their head when the truth of the matter is something far more subtle and delicate that your current level of awareness will permit. It is, however, an option which means one must first click they’re wearing welders mitts on top of chronically bunched fists and this needs a certain type of willingness to examine the narrative that was etched, back when, thanks to your own emotionally numb parents and kin. Granted, not many are willing to do this but that is why 81% of the realm are Slaves, par excellence, who will live, die and come back again. And again. And again. How many times have I got to prove you’re being fooled, my friend? Is it even worth the effort in the end or should I just transcend my Self and leave the rest of you to these demons? Can’t do it though. The Prime won’t let me. So, here we are, I guess:
Listen, Life and Anti Life are beyond good and evil from my lens as that is akin to a CPU yelling at the spark of electric that lights and then the darkness which dims. They are essential to the overall coherence and performance in the same way that a still series of images fool the mind into creating motion which can make you laugh, cry or get erect. All by the interplay of red, green and blue. Like a moth to a flame, thats the Game. The Slave/Masters are fully invested in this funfair of the flesh as they need you to keep inserting your Soul as a credit for the theatrical deceptions they sell from now till Thirteen K has ticked. The sex robots are coming! Not really but they’ll fake the best orgasms you’ve ever seen whilst draining your innate energies as the beast needs to feed and will do so with a grin once the Weebs get their Waifus on deck to assuage their loneliness. All of which was, of course, engineered perfect.
Thats the trick. Thats the trick, my friend. Can you disconnect enough to comprehend you aren’t the script they sent and you then invested in but something far more nebulously zen? This is why one must, personally, up their res as anothers ref and definitions are as much use as a man on an island of lesbians but, whoops, that is the basis of nearly every religion that is helmed, at present, by a pimp with a collection plate that has first class tickets for heaven to trade. All from behind bullet proof glass in his Popemobile, nonetheless, with a place that is packed to the gills with images of the serpent… Makes you wonder, yet? Back when the snake was a symbol of Life and now its Anti Life in full effect so which one is it then, Calvin?
I’m starting to see the Game for what it truly is. Or might me. And the implications are dazzling for I may have previously been on that Jon Snow resonance but thats gone with the wind as I, riding my dragon, ascend. “All this, for me?” booms around my head when I stop and comprehend exactly how much work and ritual has gone into this incarnation. From both sides, no less, hence what I said about evil that thinks its good because, in its mind, it is. All of us, in the end, are fighting for survival as that is how the architect built this stage with various strengths and deficits designed to ensure the rivers of Loosh run red ergo we eat death to live which is why fasting aligns the spiritual even though it can be seen as the animation of the Anti Life principle which is pretty wild, isn’t it? Slow down to speed up…
Its a top down process, my friend, so what does that say about the intent at the helm? Moses thought Khidir was sketch but, in the end, that simply highlighted his own ignorance but next loads went on to follow him and are totally ignorant of this event hence why I reject all of that cargo cult BS and dreams for sale as going back the way you came seems to make the most sense as the rest attempt to thread a camel through a needle which is measured in sub-cellular metrics. But, we’re hardwired for it. Thats the challenge. The Game within the Game and my texts are simply a quick peek backstage for your own mileage may vary and lead some place else but unless you flip the script how do you ever hope to discover your innate resonance?
A part of me thinks “Whats the point?” because all of this, to you, is mere text and thus missing the inspiration of lives I’ve lived and forces dealt with ergo we’re back on the island of lesbians, yes? The most logical way to address, I feel, is how we can all agree that one side must be sending the prophets that another, closer at hand, kills dead. Extrapolate from this concept as you go about your biz and ponder why charities supplied AK Forty Seven shells to terrorists that further oppressed the poor they promised to uplift, why wickedness is championed and ignorance held as the example whilst sprinkling a bit of the old “Hold on, AI generated images and dreams have plenty in common so why has no one spotted the link?“. In a nutshell:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Its a attack on so many fronts and dimensions you can’t comprehend and then, there I am, stuck between a joker and thief, trying to communicate lucidly to those well adjusted to such immoral fecundity that none of them seem to click they’re not the voice in their head but actually living hostages as they’re cued to live, die and come back again. And again. And again. That is Anti Life, in a nutshell, and it simply needs your resonance from beyond this realm to power its contraption for the amusement of those who lack it but program themselves to believe they’re the best as they’re in cahoots with the forces at the helm which is why every NDE motif, ever, features the same things which may or may not be linked with Tricksters and machine elves which, once again, suggests you need a special type of gnosis to escape from this but if spiritual development is a solo flex then is it even worth my effort to share the resonance?
Till we meet again
