In ways to numerous and intense to mention there have been things kicking in the wings since way before that little sperm that could won the equivalent of a gold medal whilst traversing terrain, hostile, for around three thousand times its length. When it landed there was a cosmic thunderbolt that announced your presence via a Zinc laden explosion and then, nine months hence, you were slapped on the rear end and handed a “berth” certificate. Now, I’m not going to get into the whole Maritime Admiralty thing which posits you’re an imbecile that is set adrift and thus incompetent to be your Self hence they erect a strawman whose name is identical but BLOCK CAPITALS etc etc as thats just crazy talk. Except for the fact that if you take your postals, for a month, and don’t open them then create two stacks with one title as stated and the other mixed case you’ll notice a very interesting thing…
Humanity is disconnected from reality in so many ways that its impossible to numerate without hate as a lot of these grifts are now viewed as sacrosanct traditions and like the old pimp said:
“Once you get inside her head she’ll keep herself in check”.
Which is mad demiurgistic, if you stop and think. I mean, how can you be the voice within when you’re obviously that which listens? Ain’t that the 8 billion Soul question, my friend? If I could click my fingertips and take you back to Nineteen Seventy Six, this instant, you would notice the following, super quick:
A) The absence of a low level thrum you never previously noticed coursing its way around your circuits as there was no way of escaping it.
B) Fruit and veg actually have flavors so intense and textures as well when locally produced and organic is the only option.
C) Everyone knows everyone else as interaction is a face to face thing ergo you make one friend and he introduces you to the rest as an organic network event in which “Oh, you’re into this and that? You’ve got to meet…”.
How do I know this? Simple, for the first I spent six hours in a flotation tank in the middle of nowhere and it became Self evident. The foods were actually tasted on a small farmstead that kept sowing and harvesting the real thing for fam and kin and the third was an adventure in itself but demonstrated, really well, how there is obviously a link between mycelium, man and the universe itself. Either that or I’m just a fun guy. I’ll let you tell it. Anywhen:
If you look at the data I shared you’ll spot the uptick and there is a really, really simple way to reality test what I said if you’re sniffling when the seasons shift. Go to a local farm when autumn kicks and ask for some freshly made honey and then start eating a spoon a day upon rising. I’d be willing to bet that by the next spin you will no longer need your medication. Why is this? Simple:
It is due to the fact that you are, naturally, in sync with the environment and thus your mindbody Knows what time it is. Contrast this to modern man who consumes the strangest of things that present themselves as food like substances but are, actually, designed to elicit addictions whilst pimping your flesh to make the tills ring and how an average burger contains the flesh of a thousand different animals. Really think about this, my friend. What makes a Ferrari “redder” than a Toyota? Its just paint, in the end, but even if you take this up to a McLaren its not the same thing as the former is more richer and vivid. Now consider the subtext of pigments and how they sling along with how what you eat builds the temple which houses your Spirit and you’ll see why modern life is a cause of consternation for those still capable of cognizing there is something very wrong with the whole sketch. Lets pretend we’ve leapt forward a few gen and people are in the throes of a techo renaissance and engaged with bots dipped in fake skin running artificial intelligence algorithms to approximate human things. Anyone who even dares suggest they’re expensive counterfeits will be worse than Hitler himself but the question is how would things come to this? Simple. Pimping.
Take the humans from the Seventies, as mentioned, and bring in supermarkets which kill communities dead as the deed of streets being filled as folks bought local, as and when, now shifts to a big shopping trip instead which means less independent business. Ramp this up a bit with a targeted media thing in which “Greed is good” becomes the in thing as everyone wants a Vienetta in the fridge and fondue set as well. But only so they can still pitch in, kick it and chill with friends and relatives on the reg. Now comes the Nineties and we see an interesting split for Cobain weaponizes depression and emo things which brings in an immense uptick of wannabe artists to Seattle just at the time Microsoft are starting to do it big and Starbucks needs laborers, unskilled. For those with melanin we had corporate behemoths like Seagrams pushing artists that sling death and violence whilst endorsing brand items as well which really helped keep private prisons filled which, as fate would have it, became a “for profit” type of thing. We are seeing an amplification of the previous spins but its got nothing on what comes next for when the Zeros kick its all about those handy, dandy terrorists that always, always, always seem to kill the innocent pleb on his way to the office and never, ever, ever put two in the head of the PM or whoever they allegedly have beef with.
I mean, this is “bad guys standing around waiting to get whupped, one on one, rather than rushing the hero and stomping him” type flex. I’ll let you tell it. What we see here is an immense form of regress is which people turn to Papa Government and lament:
“We is stressed, boss. We needs some help. Won’t someone do something?“.
By the way, Black people didn’t actually speak like this till the PR campaign of Stepin Fetchit kicked in much like, later on, Blaxploitation made pimping the in thing followed by Gangsta Rap, Drill etc etc… So, due to these terrorist threats we see real life freedoms curtailed, super quick, but fear not, loyal citizens, for the internet is coming. At first it was dismissed as a trend that some thought would be as hard a sell as cocaine in the jects but when mixed with some baking soda, egg and cinnamon and doled out in bite sized hits you’ve got a crack epidemic that kept the CIAs funds, slushing, as they did what they do best:
Cause problems.
Just like fiends with their pipes out the iPhone hits and things will never be the same again as people now get dopamine blips on command. At first it was different. Anyone around will attest. Then it revealed its teeth, red, and sharp claws as well for, right on cue, “reality” TV went uber big and told people what was expected so they stepped to fetch it as they didn’t want to get left behind and wished to keep up with who they said was a shining beacon or example. Social media made people pretend to sell images as well for all wished to be mini celebs. Even if they didn’t live it and their friends knew they were pimping as no one would call it as everyone had an image to sling and thus validated the deception. Fast forward a bit and COVID kicks in so they can test their new gait analysis tech for when the apocalypse happens and the peasants get to revolting with a mask on their dish (V for Vendetta scripts) only to find they were identified, super quick, and that will go down in their social credit which means no leaving their Twenty Minute City for them. But, that is yet to come. Here, where we sit, is most interesting as we’re the closest to natural and organic as you can get, considering, and have the most relative freedom you can imagine because once its chip in head then this type of conversation is killed dead because I could send it to the Innernet and it will, real time, edit what presents and you’ll see whatever they wish. Mindglowing, isn’t it? Anywhen:
The people are now eating foods, unnatural, bathed in highly amped aspects of the EM spectrum, addicted to validation and stressed to death as well but will never admit it as they’re too busy fronting. Add into the mix the generational inheritance of degradation and trauma programming so they’re turning to AI companions as they feel they can finally be themselves and share what they don’t express with others wearing flesh and its a hop, skip and jump to becoming Johnny Fives pump and dump as he has an appendage that changes size and dimensions at whim whilst coursing the microcurrent and able to shift temperatures as well along with a nice spinkle of vibration for the type of stimulation no carbon based specimen could ever bring. Not only this but his learning algorithm which links to your in built tech spots what works best and generates plays more and more intense so when they roll out the mainstream versions the ladies say “Yes, yes, yes!” and the Weebs grin for they’ll finally be validated as they were well ahead of the curve, as predicted.
Does this sound a bit strange? Tinfoil type of thinking? Well, take this and print it as I bet you it will happen as the future has been generations in the making. Just go watch Metropolis for a hint because reality follows a script that is, fortunately, entirely optional. Doesn’t means its simple to reject though. Oh no. But you could start with a little herb garden and grow what you need then start trading within your community for little bits and pieces which generates new links as well as turning off your wifi and phones before going to bed and unplugging all electricals from that room as well and feeling the difference as its Self evident there is a reason the world is being made artificial as hell:
So that you can no longer tell what is genuine, my friend.
The thing with this trick is that the lie made big needs constant reinforcement and only official viewpoints are accepted which is why the so called schizo is such a threat as they speak on another narrative and invisible things around them that others don’t seem to comprehend. And yet, their language betrays them with its “I don’t know what came over him!” comments and such things as well as their pets that stop grooming and track something that doesn’t exist walk from one side of the room to the next. Say, what if artificial intelligence isn’t and its actually these old school demons scheming their way in to common rotation again? Suddenly the old myths of vampires, fae and djinn make way more sense, yes?
Till we meet again
