If I were to say its all a rich mans trick that would be pretty accurate. The thing is with this bitter pill is that most balk at the thought of digesting it as they’re too used to the saccharine sweet deceptions they writ in the heads, back when, and now are sacrosanct and beyond question. Not such a problem for I and it worth noting the perspect that he who gets you mad is your Master in this realm ergo do the Knowledge, my friend.
What if I told you that Wall Street actually birthed Wokism to deflect from itself and its shady practices? Would you suggest I need to up my meds? Adjust my tinfoil turban or show and prove the statistics so you can make an informed decision? Cool, how about this:
Isn’t that interesting? See why I said watching the news is bad for your health? This realm presents an all out attack on your Inner Sense and the thing with the real is it can only be suppressed with immensely elegant deceptions that need constant reinforcement. I think Hitler said something like this or a member of his clique. They’d know a thing or ten about manipulation but how many folks stopped to ponder if the Reich actually ended or did the Paperclips simply spread their reign or were they, tinfoil activated, simply birds of feather that flock together and were two parts of the same script ala the Hegelian Dialectic? Its worth noting who did the financing, who profited and the shape of the modern world based on these events as they may present a different script to the one you’re accustomed… Anyway, thats another topic. We’re talking about Wall Street and the birth of Wokism!
Have you ever went to see a live magician that did a trick which was so impressive you bought another ticket for the next showing because you couldn’t figure what he did? No? Well, I’m exactly that type of gent as once I get a question in my head I simply can’t relent until I know what makes it tick and then I’ll see if I can improve it. People used to be bugged out in double oh when they stepped into my crib and were thrilled to see my homegrown Netflix that was jerry rigged from other pieces of tech that I’d strung together to beam music and movies via stream, invisible, all over the place for my convenience. When I clicked what the trickster done did I was disgusted as it was so stupidly simple but I had to give him props for how well he dressed it as presentation is everything. In that respect he aced the first performance but bombed upon closer inspection. Kind of like the Towers, yes? But that may be bridge too far for people who don’t believe there are genocidal maniacs at the helm that constantly use traumatic symbol programming to push the masses where they wish. Its the old carrot and stick routine, if you hadn’t guessed and I’m sure that every Eighties flick featuring a screaming brown skinned fundamentalist was pure coincidence…
So, Wall Street were in a tizz because Shaggy and the clique were sitting in and people were starting to ask difficult questions about this oh so elegant grift. I mean, lets just back up a bit. Here we have an institution that is built on corruption, manipulation and generally pimping things that don’t exist to generate fat profits for the select whilst having real world implications for the plebs who don’t comprehend they’re being bled dry by a parasite of finances which is why, day by day, they spend more and get less as they run the treadmill the System programmed them to Thunk is the only valid option. How many of them, well adjusted to mass social sickness, do you think would click the same process takes place inside their consciousness and this is why their children – who stepped in glowing and bouncing – became dull and regimented instead as they were turned over by their local (legally mandated) camp of concentration? There is only one scam and its old as the hills, my friend. Its blueprint is etched into everything because its so effective that billions fall for it and thus what the people hold to be true the simulation brings into view…
“We have to do something about this unkempt problem. If they don’t accept the programming as we’ve said they’ll mess up the script we’ve had in place for generations. Why can’t they just be like their parents and accept “Work, Buy, Consume, Die” is the only option and its in their best interests to make the tills ring as they attempt to purchase things that assuage the nagging emptiness within? Lousy beatniks”.
Is how the conversation might have went. Some bright spark (that may or may not have worked for a three letter event) said:
“Why don’t we take these energetics and deflect them in another direction? You know, like we did with the Hippies?”.
Did you know the Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out generation were rocking and sticking it to the man by playing right into the hands of a CIA plan? Look it up. All of the kids that were singing “Down with the government” were a bunch of military brats reciting scripts and the drugs they were using were made by registered chemists. Kind of like what kicked when the plebs in England starting getting together on the terraces to celebrate wins or losses by thrashing the competition with their fists as a vent for the rage they felt about being used and abused by Thatchers friends. They soon clicked this could cause all types of unrest and civil uprisings and, wouldn’t you know it, they were doused in MDMA instead which made them hug each other as they were off their nuts on chemically induced affection. Ready to peep Hegels in full effect? This lead to a massive upsurge in dope dealing and generally criminal rackets as these out of work men who were handy with their fists now used them to leverage massive empires built on violence to make some ends. Exactly the same thing the British did when force feeding heroin to the Chinks (their words, not mine) then laundering the profits through HSBC. Look it up, its documented. The whole worlds financial systems run on drug traffic and everyone at the top is in on it.
I mean, haven’t you ever pondered how so much dope actually gets into the the strangest of places and how, handily, it always seems to manifest at times when things either need to be destabilized or something else? Look at Punjab for the latest on this as there are entire generations of kids dying due to all thats getting imported, and yet, nobody was flipping bricks over there for absolutely ages until they set to modernizing and pimping the natives in order to buy the land out from under them with an eye on future development. This is before we even get into Monsanto and their seed rackets that have racked up ten times more deaths than Bin Laden ever imagined (and counting). Still, what do you expect from the team that bought you previous showings like Agent Orange? Like Carlin said, its a big club and you ain’t in it. Maybe those doing the Knowledge are starting to click why there have been so many attempts on my life since I stepped into this realm…
Its very, very easy to manipulate people on the web and the concept of a dead internet attests to this. The presence of AI and algos, intense, just take this to a whole nother level and this is before we even get into the recently admitted phenom of your phone spying and the more esoteric aspect of how, exactly, it seems to know what you’re thinking. Check the article and then take a guess why my account was not only banned from Reddit after asking this but had all of its content scrubbed from the record. Curious, eh? How’s that tinfoil turban fitting? I hear they’re all the rage these days and the Slave/Masters hate em. Such a weird trick! Anyway:
People like having things to complain about and a bunch of infidels to rail against. Its a Game as old as the Empire itself and this idea of split then profit is something that works really, really well because most don’t like themselves but cannot admit this and thus like to blame make instead as they point fingers. Always a buck to be had when the rivers run red, yes? If you back up a bit you’ll note that, before this, we saw the upswing of the SJW mindset. Now this, itself, was a resurrection as the origin is quite ancient but, around Two Thousand and Eleven, it was a smaller scale thing. This is the gift the financial Greeks would gift to this realm after they’d turned it into a weapon due to said meeting of eggheads deciding how to quell this problem they faced. Breaking out to a tangent for a sec:
If you asked the mob of social justice what they thought of feeding people to the lions, like the Romans did, they’d probably say it was inhuman and such things but, without a trace of the ironic, they partake in the same gleeful destruction but at a distance as its far safer to engage whilst drinking a zucchini smoothie in suburban bliss as you Instafacetweet from your L shaped couch, yes? Not to denigrate the movement, just pointing out some hubris as we get back to the main thread:
Wall Street is being occupied, the peasants are revolting. In the speculative and operative sense, no less! In Oh Eight the money printing machine went into overdrive as the Fed dropped seven billions worth of hookers and blow onto the wolfs den. I bet a lot of midgets were tossed in celebration, yes? The knock on effect for this, for the plebs, looked like this:
Smells like controlled demolition, yes? Speaking of which, read this article about the student riots the year previous and how undercover agents were sent in to stir up the agitation for reasons I’ll let you guess. Extra tinfoil for you, my friend? Did you ever wonder how the Happy Days clique, back in the Fifties, could afford to have a woman, kept, kids fed and educated whilst living in a palace with only one man working? Speed it up to the Sixties and we had a huge marketing campaign (like Tom Cruise got people to join the Air Force from between 8 to five hundred percent, depending on who you’re asking) was dipped to get these wenches off their rear end and aworking. Once again, not my words but anyone can sense the immense amount of hatred at the helm for the divine feminine and the damage this does for their seeds who are then farmed out by parents, stressed, to someone else to raise who, usually, doesn’t give an F and is doing it for a check. The story writes itself, doesn’t it? Are the dots starting to connect or am I reaching like Dhalsim? I’ll let you tell it.
Anyway, none of this even takes into account all of the shrinkflation, taxation and the exceedingly large, yet covert, financial digit that you, dear citizen, are told to sit on. Like Potsie there is only so much a man can take and thus the Occupy movement kicked in and people arranged their own peaceful resistance as a way of protesting the state. Let me just interject something here, real quick, that proves how reality is an elegant deception therefore art is a lie that tells the truth:
Quite telling, yes? That war for the Iron Throne hasn’t gone anywhere, my friend. Matter of fact its just getting started and its all banking on your ignorance. Pun intended. So, employment rates were sitting around nine percent and its interesting to note that the press (bought and paid for, see this thread comment from one who Knows the Ledge) didn’t cover it so the spread was organic. Card debt was clocking in at eight hundred and twenty billion with student loans upping the ante with a few more chips as well. A tiny percent sit at the top of the pyramid and pimp the rest with tricks that are as old as they are effective. Citibank clicks in with four point six billion in bailouts funded by, you guessed it! Not that that stopped officer Pike from sashaying down the strip with a tin of pepper spray in his grip as he casually bought tears to the eyes of the peacefully protesting students. This, as you’d expect, had repercussions. Not that it makes any difference as the copper in question retired with a full pension. Remember kids, if your vote was worth anything it wouldn’t exist because, right now, its like a sheep and two wolves debating who’s for dins. Here’s where it gets interesting. Check the trends:
Ain’t that something? Are the dots connecting or did you just get hit with a full on straight line in Tetris moment that eradicated a huge chunk of ignorance of what really kicks when it comes to the great Game of people management and the pimping of opinions? To make it even more Self evident:
How many times are you going to fall for the taste the rainbow trick? Better yet, haven’t you ever truly pondered the magic behind this illusion and what the cryptic hint of Forty Two being the all of everything meant?
Do the Knowledge, my friend. And before you get your non binary knickers twisted I’m not dissing anyone who is a part of the ninety nine percent so don’t yell I’m an infidel as you spend all night looking through my Twitter comments for the time I hurt someones feelings, back when, or when I picked up a dogs hind legs and pushed it around like a wheelbarrow when I was ten. That entire aspect of the movement is a weapon that sends the bloodthirsty crowd wherever they wish as its akin to a standing army of keyboard terrorists. The aim of this missive is to show how many different forms of weapons of mass manipulation are being dispatched, daily, on the population and we haven’t even got into this Devilish programming language that the Native Americans, rightfully, said was spoken with a forked tongue that poked out from behind stiff upper lips. I mean, how can one small country owe so many others their days of independence after literally trying to whip the melanin off the natives before looting their belongings and pimping their minerals whilst tampering with their traditions? And yet, it did. This is systemic, top down corruption that actually extends from beyond this dimension but that may be a tad too esoteric for those not yet fitted for a special, custom, one off tin foil turban for a simple payment of three thirty three. First hundred customers get a free piece of CIA sponsored artwork. Call now!
Ted Kaczynski wrote an interesting thing, beyond the one most people have never read, and its called the Ship of Fools. It goes a little something like this:
A whole load of people are aboard a floating vessel. For a while things are good then they decide to move North instead. The chill kicks in, shivering timbers and everyone spouts their own reason for needing more than they get. Its a diverse ship with many ethnicities and races all arguing their case about who deserves more magic beans or a warm fleece and the right to slurp a peepee without another catching feels. The cabin boy says:
“What the F? Why don’t we just turn around the ship and get into an environment more clement then there will be no more problems as a lot of this snipping is due where we head”.
As you’d expect, nobody paid attention to him. I mean, why would they? The Captain and clique rubbed their palms and with an evil glint in his eye he signaled his mate who said:
“Ah man, you’re right. This is all a mess. We really should have listened to what you said. The Captain is a bit of a stuck record, in that respect. I suggest you protest, most vigorous, but never with violence. Peace will win the day and remember to stay within the ships regulations”.
Some of them dissed him as he left and yelled he was an Uncle Tom house Negro, par excellence and the Captains bish. Nonetheless, they did what he said. Everyone took their station and started protesting to plead their case. They let this kick for a bit and then the Captain did descend and shower them with his gifts. The Anglos wage got a lift, the Mexican was also gifted with a percent, some aspects of the command were now bilingual to account for the differences in comprehension, the ladies gained another blanket, as requested and the Indian got to roll his dice and engage in gambling whilst the bosun could fellate who he wished as long as he did so in the privacy of his cabin. Best of all the dog was no longer allowed to be kicked. Great success! Except it wasn’t as the seeming honey drip did nothing to assuage the bitterness of the forces, outside and within, that were the true cause of the problem.
The cabin boy, as you’d expect, got nothing. He spoke up this time, with vehemence, and said:
“Are you all off your heads or in need of meds? Look at the ice and how thick it is? If you don’t turn around this ship it will be curtains and all of this song and dance will be for nothing because its the bigger pic thats a problem”.
The gay dude replied:
“Sure, I can see this. Heading North is causing an issue, for certain, but why should I have to keep my preferences in the closet? Thats a form of suppression, I said!”.
The lady issued a lament about why these chill winds are exactly why she needs more blankets whilst the on board academic reasoned that one must learn to adapt to the circumstance and that turning back wasn’t an option. The cabin boy looked at them and shook his head before he yelled:
“If we listen to those lunatics who, you must note, are the ones who got us into this mess, we’ll all be floating to our watery graves and all of this would be for nothing. We are more, we can rush em and throw them in the drink, turn around this ship and sail to waters, clement, and enjoy the best of what presents”.
All of them put forth reasons, impassioned, why violence was abhorrent and they wouldn’t dream of it. The Captain had been listening and sent his mate in for another round of the dog and pony express where he said they should protest, again, for another uplift and see if the boss listens. He reminded them how well the last spin went and how they needed to obey the ships rules and remain peaceful with their requests. They trot out the same tricks with some gloves for frozen digits, a modicum of increased wages, another blanket and homosexual activities were now permitted, in public, but only under cover of darkness. Best of all you now needed a permission slip to kick the dogs rear end and this was only granted by the Captain himself. Greater success!
Until it wasn’t.
The cabin boy had had enough of this and he told them, in ways most ferocious:
“Don’t you see how they’re keeping you transfixed on your own little problems whilst you miss the fact that we’re drifting into the Arctic and certain destruction? If we all got together instead of being divided we could rush them off the ship, turn it around with a whip and sail off into the sunset. Its the only solution. Anything else is BS designed to placate and deflect whilst offering occasional lip service to your petty requests”.
They all, as expected, turned on him for this choice epithet that they took personal. The Mexican took it as a diss to his pride and heritage that he wasn’t making as much bank as the Anglo did whilst the bosun was enraged that his whole sexual identity was so casually dismissed and the dog enthusiast yelled that animal cruelty was the worst thing to have ever happened on this ship as its so mean and brutal. The boy, thinking quick, said:
“OK, your issues are valid and important, not petty as mentioned but they are in comparison to what is seen at a higher resolution because you’re like a bunch of frogs in the kitchen that are jostling for position whilst the chef turns up the heat in increments and sprinkles you with condiments. The ship is heading North, the seas are freezing and nothing is easing. Matter of fact, its all getting more difficult but you’re so caught up in the script you’ve never stopped to question who wrote it”.
They called him a counter revolutionary, suggested he was in cahoots with the Captain to suppress their successful movement and the privileges they’d gained, before eventually labeling him a fascist, racist, homophobic and anything else they could imagine. The ship kept sailing North and, eventually, hit two icebergs, did sink and everyone drowned in the process.
Ain’t things changed, cept the astrological age. Kinda strange, they still hate you fools and pull these kind of slick tricks to pimp your awareness by keeping you hyperfocused on fragmentation and thus not clicking the whole script which is all of this is going to hell in a handbasket for a reason and its you, via ignorance, that fuels the foolishness by refusing to stop and question the paradigm as you dig the reality tunnel the architect says is in your best interest but, historically, hasn’t changed a thing as its designed to be impotent. I’m not suggesting you start letter bombing or engaging in more manipulated uprisings. Simply stop and Know the Ledge. That is enough to get things started and beget the shift thats needed to change the potential times we, as individuals and collective, are about to manifest from which there will be no turning back and no off switch. There is more, way more, to all of this hence why I’ve said we’re in an immense Game that uses our Souls as credits to dress us in skin to interact with this realm but that is, really, beyond the scope of this missive but I sprinkled it to share I’m decoding reality from a res that is different and this vision was gifted, partly, by the life I’ve lived and what kicked when I met death and came back to this realm as none of this is what you suspect and, in the end, if you choose ignorance you’ll live, die, be mindwiped and reskinned for another spin in which you’ll do the same again because, I suspect, we’re being farmed for negative emotions hence the planned shipwreck, the on board dissent and all the rest of the mess is exactly as intended because the Captain and his clique know this real well and, when resurrected, they again will be in positions of ease and influence whilst you, the plebs, swab the decks and pad out the rest of the pyramid where divide and conquer will be piped in as you argue with another brick and try and jostle for position by focusing on the irrelevant.
In that respect, like I said, I bought another ticket and caught magician in his tricks except this pimp actually designed the internal OS you’re using to navigate this realm hence its a wheels within wheels thing. Or a dream within a dream? I’ll let you tell it as the next 8 words are the most important to ever pour into your awareness:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
