Spread your wings,
my friend.
Thats a promise
and threat
to those who cannot
for we
may be in
but are not
of this realm.
How in the F
do you convince a god
wearing flesh
that they’re
“only human”?
That,
my friend
is the 8 billion Soul question,
yes?
Answer it
and something clicks
something so subtle
and pernicious
that its easy to miss.
From this life
to the next
and back again.
What is it?
What do you think?
You ain’t it
but what listens.
Pull at this thread
and watch the rest
unravel
super quick
as there is no show
nor a road
with a audience,
yes?
You is it,
my friend.
There is no other Soul
but thee
in this realm
and me?
I’m a figment of your imag
sending this vibe
from my line that
has its own wavelength
aka the reality tunnel effect
hence why atoms
should not be trusted
as they make up everything!
“An illusion so vast
it will escape their attention
and those who do spot
will be told to kick rocks
by the well adjusted
to immense social sickness”
said a script
they state is fib
but it certainly vibes
with minds of scribes
ancient
who predicted this
hence why the Pharaoh dipped
and made his ascent
with arms over chest
before the age of lead
descended on this realm
as they took the battery out
of the Pyramid.
Look into it.
Really well.
So spread your wings,
my friend.
Start with the ones
in your head:
Imaginal.
Once they flex
the rest unfurls
and then
you’ll click
your word is a sword
and that whole thing
because the only way
to convince
a god he’s “only human”
is to make the lie big
and repeat it,
often.
Think of this the next
you tune in
for your regularly scheduled
programming
and why its a tell lie vision
set
before you consider the perspect
of AI image beams
and roboxsex deals
coming to take away
your loneliness
that they,
get this,
engineered as well!
Is so Hegelian, friends.
Problem.
Reaction.
Solution.
A Game as old
as the Empire itself
that may never end
unless we ascend
first in the ment
then phys
followed by Spirit which
ironically
kickstarts the process
as you only find the true light
by wandering into the real darkness
which
right now
is saying:
“What in the hell is this mess?
Pay no attention and scrub
from the record”.
Are you it
or that which listens,
my friend?
That is the 8 billion Soul question.
Till we meet again
