Do You Actually Know How Your Mind Works?

Out of all the illusions in this realm the operation of the mind, is by, the best I have seen yet. I mean, its so amazing that its got billions of people convinced they’re humans! Of this a subset that believe themselves to be advanced as they point at stats and tech that affirm their ignorance attest:

“Yep, that right thurr is the Hard Problem and we fixed it as its self evident the brain creates consciousness, end of. No discussion needed” said the scientist.

What an idiot! I don’t blame him though, its his parents fault he’s like this and then he, in turn, will ladle hot piles of steaming ignorance in his kids as he pats them on the head for regurgitating best what another says in programming them. Do you actually know how your mind works? A famous politician once said the world is governed by totally different personages than suspected by the plebs and another chipped in with a quip that went something like this:

“Can’t you fools see through the chicanery of the machine? We are allowed to be complicit and rewarded with positions where we recite a script, as and when, to keep the charade moving“.

Or words to that effect. Probably not as poetic. I’ll let you source it. I will say, both were prominent and the latter was an expert in genociding the living but history calls him an angel, not demon, so it isn’t who you suspect… Malcolm X once said that if you aren’t careful the press will have you championing the oppressor and hissing at the oppressed and that is so accurate that they put shells in his flesh and we ain’t talking about cowries, my friend. Obviously, grokking how the mind works is intensely personal hence why I refer you to this text in which I detailed the findings of a neuroscientist who had a stroke and thus watched the equipment fail from within and how she rebuilt it.

Did you ever take your toys apart, back when, to find how they function? Better yet, how about attempting to liberate the squiggle of ink from inside a marble? Some say form provides definitions by limits to move within but what happens if you make this process recursive and constantly encroaching? Would this pic be an accurate rep of your inner realms then?

A commentator once described the skills of a purveyor of pugilism, par excellence, with a quip that was so dead on accurate that it described, perfect, how it must have felt to step into a ring with a kid with dynamite in both fists:

“He presents his opponent with a narrowing set of options that get steadily worse as they progress”.

No wonder as he hit with bad intentions and that, itself, is an immense hint about how the Game is totally mental and I mean that in the speculative as well as operative sense. On the school yard, back when, I often pondered abstract things. Like why the nerdy kids were weak and rail thin but overflowing with intelligence whilst the jocks were, in general, thick as bricks but got all the chicks, regardless. Taking it to another level I asked a friend what would kick if I took the internals of a pal he called best and put that same resonance inside the flesh of one who he detested. Then I sat there and watched the wrench of thought derail the tracks in his head as he simply could not comprehend it and wouldn’t even entertain my reasoning. This was, no doubt, the genesis of the 81/11/08 algorithm for I soon discovered that if you take ten peeps, on average, you’ll note that 8 simply cannot think like this as they are too well trained with scripts whilst more than one gets it but plays stupid on purpose. Less than one truly comprehend and they, often, come back with something fresh to challenge what you said as they too ponder at a higher res. This statement is as true now as it was then so get in where you fit in, you square watermelon.

Imagine a song plays that states the lyrics of your life, as it is. The problem is the signal is steadily corrupted by a load of noiZ and static that, eventually, overpowers the singer and thus you miss what they say. Everyone has, I’m sure, sang a song they heard spinning but totally mangled the lyrics as they heard different. This is how your mind works, in essence, as we’re within a construction that is a curious mix of melody and binary coding. Some say they are one and the same but seen from a different frame and I don’t disagree with this as sketched in this missive in which kids teach themselves as we may meet a child who does nothing but tinkle keys, day in, day out, as this does please and, eventually, he leaps to maths but now seen through the notes within and clicks, in an instant, the common links that do exist. This skill then develops to English Lit so he can pen some lyrics and thus is an a constant state of refinement that speaks his language. On the flip another may have gravitated toward drawing as he felt tone deaf. He invests the same time doing this and, one day, realizes that color palettes and musical keys definitely share some similarities and when he combines these two skills he finds math in the mid and, eventually, both come to excel in their fields, respective, but their viewpoints are holistic yet totally different. That, my friend, is a true education and not what they sell at your nearest (legally mandated) camp of concentration. I’ll let you tell why this is and you can, if you wish, extrapolate at how, in this timeline, both would become mediocre at best and disappointments to their parents as they flunked most of the tests as C grade students whereas the talent to be A+ prodigies was always there, beneath, the conditioning that trained them to fit into supposed to boxes as square watermelons instead.

Now, if you can remove this noiZ (which is built from suppressed events and live beneath your neck) you’d find you possessed a totally different mindset which hints at the presence of the predator of consciousness that feasts on Inner Sense. “Mo for me then!” he says, via the voice in your head and do you know what the kicker is? This is one false signal that is mass broadcasted on Pirate AM bandwidth to which most are so well adjusted that the FM wavelength can no longer be decoded. In old times the mystic sages of the ages were doing the equivalent of streaming ergo they set the playlist in resonance with the divine and heard, within, the music of the spheres and thus Knew how to live in resonance. A stage above this it was all about the live performance and before all of that we, to a man, used to dance and instead. Now we walk and talk instead. This is, my friend, what we all intuit is missing. Decreasing options that steadily worsen, recollect?

The so called schizo is so correct when he clicks that his mind is tampered with but saying this out loud equals a depot injection in the rear end which only exist not to fix but make them manageable instead so they don’t infect the rest of the rotten apples, barreling, down the psychosocial treadmill, Thunking:

When I get the next X, then it will be enough and I’ll finally feel content so this horrible quest can end”.

Except, it doesn’t. Never has worked and never will but it certainly makes the tills ring, yes? The mind works like a concerto and you either conduct these elements or are a puppet on a string. Better yet, consciousness is akin to a canvas and various celestial and terrestrial aspects doth sling ink upon it. If you stand there, like an idiot, you’ll miss the co-creating aspect and this is why, I suspect, your favorite artists were high as kites when they made the art the defined a generation as it allowed them to, temporarily, slip the shackles of ignorance and get back in their true element which is Inner Sense. “How do we get there then?” says the astute reader, intuitive. Well, I’m glad you asked. The first thing one must do is comprehend they are not the voice in their head. The second is pick up a pen with the hand you don’t write with and reforge that link with the child within and listen to what they said. After this its akin to starting fresh at the gym with pink weights which means switch off the screen for a bit and start doodling or, better yet, give vent to those emotions you suppressed, back when, as two words shattered your inner realms. One guy rendered his angst via a biblical lens and drew himself as David with his father a Goliath who he felled with a sling. To him this meant everything as he was razed (not a spelling mistake) in a house that was big on tradition with a “Children should be seen and not heard” mindset where exuberance and horseplay was met with lots of threats of Hell and damnation. They certainly did this as his creative element was blockaded, super quick. Cue immense feelings of shame and guilt the moment he looked at his drawing so he came running my drop in and said:

“What the F? I feel terrible. And awesome. So ambivalent. What have you done did to my consciousness?“.

See how quick, under stress, he did regress to the very same thing, a moment ago, he was railing against? This is how your mind actually works, my friend. Trauma, timelines and trance, in full effect. Another tip is examining, with a critical lens, what you watch and what it says. Consider this article in which I mention a process as this is a great tool to help recollect the bits that are missing because most folks have a tiny fragment of conscious recollection of their time in the flesh, back when, as the rest was all suppressed as it didn’t fit the narrative. This goes times ten if one or both of your parents is dead and thus the chap in question learned to sift the filth from gold within until he gained a state of equilibrium which said:

“He was a good man and equally terrible as well who did the best he could with the limited skills in his grip and, even though he was miserable, tried to make me like him as that was the family tradition”.

His artwork came on in leaps and bounds as his nagging pains vanished with no medical help or pills. Funny how that works, isn’t it? Ultimately there is no need for me to speak of my own internal realms to thee as its best you do the Knowledge and find out for Self as its so much more productive because there will be 81% who think this is either stupid or interesting (but no point in the mid) and both will end up ignoring it as it threatens their coping mechs. 11% know the sketch but they too will not attempt as their negative polarity spin demands a “No questions asked” mindset they try and impress on the rest ergo they may try to discredit instead, loudly, from the comments section with plenty of bots like them to help share their message. 8% already Know the deal and are busy doing the Knowledge in their own language and from them there may be a section that needed a quick hint, nudged in, to point them in the correct direction as gnosis is a concept totally foreign to the officially sanctioned concentration camp effect.

Try it, see what kicks. Even if its only to prove me incorrect…

Till we meet again

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