Lets say there are three types of people on the planet. Those who think everything is a conspiracy, the ones who believe they’re crackpot lunatics and life is totally genuine, unscripted and authentic and then there are those who think everything is a conspiracy. Now, you may think I’ve been taking maths lessons from Eddie (even though he is correct) but there is more depth to this at a higher res. Dig:
The first person sees some things, misses others and draws links that may or may not be correct. He spends a lot of time on the web and is drip fed other peoples concepts that validate his perceps and thus he digs, digs, digs his reality tunnel on spec. Conversations are usually held with those who buy in, together this clique believe they are enlightened and the mutual reinforcement does its thing as they hop from one hot topic to the next and try and predict trends etc, etc. Its a huge distraction. A shell Game, if you will. Its like escaping a Matrix and finding yourself within a construct called “Freedom” when, in reality, its another trick. The other dude in question is different. He may have started out like the rest who congregate around the web and speak on what happens if you scan a dollar bill then invert the image whilst listening to a Ramones record at a third pitch on the fifth Tuesday of the month when Sirius is retrograde but, eventually, he disconnects as he clicks its just a trick and how the information may be dense but it misses a lot of simple things. Here begins a spiritual awakening, my friend, and things are never, ever the same again. Consider this:
From an energetic perspect anything you observe is consuming what you send whilst you think you’re doing the same to the content. Its a two way process. Porn is a great example of this as we have a couple or three people on set, sexing, and, in the real world, many other ejaculating real seeds of creation via a black mirror, three colors and repeated pixels that scratch an itch within with a distantly close mimic that is filled with imagination and intent. Isn’t that a kind of magic? I think it is. This is why I said what you watch says a lot about your inner realms and how a three day extreme detox can bring you face to faceless with what was hidden as a lot of these distractions are projections. With that in mind the constant F Five clickers who think there is a shadowy clique that runs everything and makes animals of man that are perpetually pimped are, in directly, sending the same people their attention but in a much more intense way than those who take it in in passing. Run that back again and marinate for a sec because energy flows where awareness goes which is why your ears prick up a bit when you close your eyes and you pay heed to internal signals. Maybe thats the cause of Stevies gifts or he could be pretending? Wouldn’t that be a wheeze? Like a lifetime award achieved for the prestige it brings:
Stranger things have happened, my friend, like the Hells Angels herself who sent many to their death with a grin, Aspirin and covert conversion then said “The suffering of the poor is simply the best!” whilst clutching many Ms on deck. Make that make sense and, while you’re there, remember to give Nayirah her cheque for a script well read and over a hundred thousand Iraqis, dead. Where should they send it? Why, to the Embassy in Washington where her father was working. Yep, you read that correct as the whole thing was a trick using the services of three letter agents and a PR firm named Hill and Knowlton who coached what she said to create the pretext to “liberate” oil from a tyrants grip.
Listen, since I stepped into the Game I’ve been quite familiar with death as I had two of the near experiences before I’d started crawling and the latest sent me to the depths from which I had to climb up again ergo I speak what I live and have peered behind the curtain and, Toto, we ain’t in Kansas, my friend. Nor is it Shelbyville. Its a weird place called the Third Dimension where the fix is in and the tolerances for life to exist are so razor thin you’d think they were etched with the same laws that built the stone complex of pyramids in the South Americas and the rest of the immense monoliths. Here, from nothing, we have everything and, for some reason, people can’t stop themselves from being hell bent with an appetite for destruction which is only outstripped by a need for deception that, itself, runs a far distant second to a cheery “Death to the infidels!” as everyone believes the real life man upstairs rides with them against the opposition. Someones got to be wrong, statistically, yes?
That, in a nutshell, is why I said that everything is a PsyOp. Including your life. Because it is.
From the language you speak to the concepts you accept, the symbols you venerate and ones you detest, the blue and the red which hide the purple in the mid (which, itself is a fake of the gold which is never told but often sold to fools who buy in to real counterfeits). Nayirah, in many ways, ushered in the modern era of the web where its all filtered to death and heavily edited as well whilst algos and AI bots further stir the pot to ensure the frogs in the kitchen don’t click there is but only one chef in this bish… Before you think I’m jaded and hating from a basement why not research the opposite? Why did Amnesty International run the same testament about Iraqis playing football with dead babies heads as they laughed, demonic, and emptied a banana clip on a paraplegic trans lesbian and whatever other hot topic they can cram in which is a bit of a stretch but I made it to show how ridiculous the whole thing is and why appeals to authority are logical fallacies as they are all, in the end, bought and paid for, my friend.
Its all manipulation. All of it. From the womb to the tomb its simply a prep for the next bit which, in ignorance, has you slammed back in the flesh after a swift mindwipe doth kick and then you do it all again. And again. And again. The Game of Souls has you, my friend. See what I mean about three types of people in this realm? The first kind intuit the sketch and think something is wrong with their off the peg mindset as it doesn’t quite fit correct and some bits don’t make sense so they investigate the options. They’ll be able to tell you the thread count, pattern of stitch, who designed it and where it was minted, shipped and distributed as well as who is involved, the spiders web and all manner of things which are, in the end, irrelevant. Here is what demarcates one who has awakened the Warrior within from the rest:
He gives not an F about the window dressing they present or stories they sell and the rest as he comprehends the only thing worth a blip is Knowledge of Self. There it is. Ask the Slave who they are and its:
“I am John of House Smith. We, being English, like cricket and I think sprouts are quite spiffing. I enjoy reading Kipling and do it all for my Kingdom”. Or it was. Nowadays you’ll probably get:
“I am John of House Smith but my wifes boyfriend said we should double barrel instead and seeing as he wears the pants (and lining out of my woman) I guess I’ll go with it so you can call me John of House Smith-Chad, OW!. That hurts, stop it… What? I’ll correct. That is John of House Chad-Smith. I mean House of Chad featuring John Smith”.
Tell me I’m lying? This is why I predicted the whole depop thing as its all social engineering in the end. That and the sex robots are coming to mop your intense loneliness as they graciously accept all the fluids you can jet into their approximated human flesh. Are you starting to get the sketch because I haven’t even scratched the surface yet as there is so much depth to this it makes perfect sense why schizo, schizo when they come face to faceless with a ruthless monolith that is called “The way it is”. Take Run DMC, for example. Heck, take Hip Hop as it is, was and will be as it was built, from the ground up, by the Feds. I know, that sounds ridiculous and it made me go “What the F?” when it first trickled into my awareness but then it made way more sense as how many bad decisions were based on a lifted drum sample and lyrical poisons they sent and made seem most attractive? Same with Grunge, except for this you won’t even have to dig as I’ll give you a starter for ten that just makes way too much sense:
Can you see the length, breadth and depth of this operation? The work may be mysterious and important but I’d be willing to bet not a man in the clique peeps the whole thing but, like Bruce said, a man can see further through a tear than a telescope and I’ve shed a few of them as I reconnected my ravaged inner realms to come to this conclusion. Its why I said enlightenment is a solo sport and questioned what Hell has that isn’t present whilst opining the opposite of how this, for some, can be heaven sent as well but, like Lxvecraft sketched:
Ain’t that the truth, my friend? I’m not depressed (and no, its not a chemical imbalance) nor am I hallucinating (they are actually seeing what, to most, is invisible) but I do feel my grip on the elephant is whole and total whilst others clutch a bit and believe what their myopic story says as they pray to the massive wall for salvation or cheer for their rope that swings from the heavens whilst others say the serpent is the best and those shake their heads and know the tree trunk in front of them is as real as it gets etc etc. You feel what I’m saying, yes? And yet, I wonder what the point is in me sharing this as it looks lifetimes of deaths to comprehend I’m a god in the flesh and by that I mean an immortal wearing skin for my true nature is pure consciousness and this is a gift (and aspect) of the Prime, pre-existing of whom there is but one and yet is present in everything. Yes, even that rock is sentient which is why it grows to a blueprint thats etched in its resonance and why a diamond is, technically, worthless but they’ve got you convinced its a token of affection for which you spend a few checks on ring to let her show off the bling. How many women comprehend that their red hot passions doth chill once the ice slips in? I’ll let you tell it…
I could go on and on. The list is endless. The only thing which is true, without question, is that consciousness (aka the Hard Problem) is everything and its not made by the flesh for you are it, my friend. The Earthday Suit is simply a mode of conduction to interact with a limited dimension that sells ignorance as wisdom and any other dialectic you can imagine hence why I said I feel like Jon Snowman up in this realm who did melt, without a sweat, to become a pool of water that ascends as the rays beat down on it to up its vibration back to the cloud consciousness from which we jet to wear flesh and then go round and round again until we click the trick and choose to step off the psychosocial treadmill.
The first step to wisdom is recognizing our ignorance. The next is examining, critical, that which you daren’t challenge before following it up with a quick twist and doing the Knowledge as, I assure you, my friend, things will never be the same again as you too will, one day, click that everything is a PsyOp, including your life in this sim which is no hypothesis for it is a real life Matrix which, to quote from the book which inspired the flick about playing with your percepts:
“No one in the audience could ever guess at how the trick was done, even though a moment’s logical thought would have solved the mystery“.
There it is. Why I said there are many who think its business as usual, a fringe who click something is a miss but misspend their energetics in ignorance and the few who comprehend the entire realm takes place inside their consciousness and to sell such a huge grift takes tireless effort and dedication which comes thanks to the 11% who are, in effect, Agents of the Matrix. But, thats another topic. Its all about presentation, in the end. That is the trick and effect as well intent of the performance so, if you’re enjoying it, go ahead. If not, get aheart instead and you’ll start to question why the Washington head of the NAACP was a White woman in fancy dress or how Archibald Stansfeld Belaney became Chief Grey Owl which begs the question of why when there are billions of Indians did they spray paint Ben Kingsley to play Gandhi instead and, better yet, how come no one ever said a thing about the millions of them Churchill killed with his own private apocalypse for which there have been no motion pics, museums or dedications before we ponder on the safety suicide nets Apple installed to turn brushes with death into impromptu trampoline sessions instead before a swift “morale correction” rained down with bunched fists and nightsticks to ensure you sport the latest gadget in your grip to flaunt a life you don’t truly live on the web to those just as inauthentic.
Did you research into the music scene as I said? If so you would comprehend that the boys from Laurel Canyon paved the way for Lennon and them and how those Hippie kids (holding signs given to them and songs written by military kids whilst under the influence of lab made hallucinogens) are directly linked with Grunge hitting and making depression and mental ills a cool thing (see the current web where everyone has symptoms but little in the way of solutions as they need this for their self ident – like House of Chad-Smith) whilst, on the other end, gangsta rap had us acting ill because, like Dre said:
As he laughed his way to the bank with a billion for a part well played in the global operation. They’re all actors, my friend. Just like the Prestige said, its a lifetime performance. Now here’s Bill with the weather! Once you click how stage manged this whole thing is and how people don’t make it but are placed instead you see with another lens at a far higher res and thats when the real strangeness doth commence as what are the chances of Bruces last flick predicting, on the button, what would happen with his kid and then there is the whole thing of their lineage being pursued by a demon which may or may not be the same thing yelled by ever schizo in this realm and yet no one scientist, ever, has drew a link that this people of disparate levels of intelligence, wealth, time and any other metric you can imagine are all, to a man, saying exactly the same thing:
That something they don’t comprehend is playing with their heads.
Yet, none dare call it conspiracy. But it is. You want to know what the kicker is? The bandy legged Chinese magician in the clip, linked, was actually a White man named William Ellsworth Robinson who sharked his whole shtick from a native and (like Elvis) sold his own rendition to the rest ergo a Matrix within a Matrix or a pimp pimping pimps. I’ll let you tell it. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend and there is no greater trick than the voice in your head that pretends to be you and, right now, it says:
“Don’t believe a word he said. I am you. You are me. There is no difference between. I say, you do. How many times have I looked after you?”. And if you don’t acquiesce it releases stress chemicals that make you Thunk again and that is, by far, the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled and, right now, he has billions in his grip. Tell me, am I crazy for seeing it or mad for calling it? What if those who live “in sane” are actually in the right place and its the outsane fools who need to check the sketch in their head and who penned it?
Till we meet again
