Take a pad and pen then jot down your top three concerns at the moment. Then do the same for a year ago and one before that. Soon you’ll notice a Pattern:
Its all irrelevant.
What you’re seeing, in full effect, is a projected vent designed with the intent of making you Thunk your stress source is external when, in reality, it springs from within. See, thats a great trick because it also works with the second draft pick of a perspective shift that ensures you remember to forget you’re the Prime mover and shaker that makes this place what it is. Lets rewind a bit:
Its the epitome of boring.
They’d much rather create and play.
What happened? You tell me, my friend. Better yet, when did you stop asking questions? Thats when they pulled this world of make pretend over your third eye and said “Its time to put away childish things”. And yet, if one enters the halls of adepts and such things each and every one will tell that imagination is the most potent force in this realm hence why its suppressed, without relent, by the concentration camp wing of the System. Let me let you into a little open secret:
Do you know why its Nine to Five, my friend?
Cos Eight to Six may just kill a bish!
I told you in this thread how the Slave spell of “Weakened” for the Two rays they get off to go shopping is part of the trick and how a simple shift in lex to the “Strength” instead pays immense dividends, yes? Well, lets step back to Nineteen Twenty Six:
The world was different.
For one thing it was all in black and white as color hadn’t been invented yet. Only joking!
But, on the serious tip, if you’re an Eighties jit you’ll recollect that peoples homes and whips were all types of shades and hues back when whereas now we see black, white and grey dominating. Link this with how many superhero movies and sequels there are along with retreads then cross ref with the bright hues of nursery that lure you in and they gradually remove them as you progress in your quest to become the best square watermelon… Before we get ahead lets step back to the offices of on Henry of House Ford:
Having just dove into his Scrooge McDuck moneypit he stops to think:
“I need more of this. I’ve revolutionized the Game by making people into machines to build the same thing but that One measly day off they get isn’t enough. How can I drain even more life force from them?” he said to himself as he did the backstroke against an ocean of Krugerrand’s. Then it hit him:
“Thats it! I’ll give them Saturday off”. Cue an evil grin and the “Muwhahahaha!” sound effect.
Industry heads thought the OG C Montgomery B had flipped his lid when he sent his folks home with a full wage and one day less. The people themselves couldn’t quite believe it either as they were used to clocking in from Monday to Saturday and then doing it all again. What Henry had clicked and the others missed is that there is no point having an efficient build if everyone is too tired to spend and how what the eyes take in the heart covets ergo they’ll work twice as hard to get it. Now, technically, he didn’t invent the weekend but did standardize it as when the rest saw what kicked they were with it as it was a way to generate way more profit than merely working their Slaves to death. Now people had time to stop and think:
“Why am I dressed like this when I could look glamorous? I work hard, I deserve it!”.
And, wouldn’t you know it, we saw the birth of the modern “Debt = Freedom” doublethink with the invention of “Buy Now, Pay Later”. Are you seeing how there is one intent behind all of this yet none dare call it conspiracy… In less than a decade the concept of debt went from zilch to billions, pre-spent. Kind of like your dopamine receptors after doomscrolling till Two AM, eh? The biggest seller, behind whips that made Ford rich, were radios aka the internet of the olden days. Make of that what you will but remember how I said in the opening that your greatest cause of stress was an illusion that only exists to pimp a sense of fear and dread? Same Pattern, different script. Once you’ve upped your res its like decoding the code of the Matrix and you see how it all follows an identical process but can be dressed up as whatever you wish then sold to the plebs who are pre-accepting of the scheme as its now an epigenetic inheritance much like the difference between a cautious caveman and one who threw it to the wind, back when.
You were born to create and they flipped that into consuming instead.
Twelve words that can break the spell, if you wish. Most won’t though as they’re rather enamored with running the treadmill. So much so that they’ll do the same after death and come back for another spin with a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in. Did you know that Freuds nephew was instrumental in the creation of marketing and all it brings hence why people working for supermarkets (that killed communities as well your health) have a team of neuroscientists on deck that know way more than any medical specialist about what makes you tick? At the same time, as luck would have it, a brave Soul that saw the Game for what it is and wrote about it was being chased from end to end of this planet as he dared to suggest that tight muscles and pains in the neck are the true cause of fascism as its all about fascia, in the end. The astute reader will click that this bundle of sticks with a weapon within are tightly bound as a symbol of political power and, wouldn’t you know it, thats exactly why PKD said the Empire never ended… Jung saw it for what it is but diluted his product for mass consumption after seeing what happened to his colleague but its Freud who built an empire of pointless pontification for profit aka talk therapy that still makes the tills ring and offers absolutely zilch in terms of healing.
You are the problem and solution as well.
Upgrade your internal OS or don’t because, in a bit, the latest wing of this grift will have you sexing the robot help and that will be normalized, real quick, when we see the rise of the Synths and birth of Techno Sapiens. Which, as luck would have it, has been a wet dream of those beating off to the flick Metropolis that dropped in Twenty Seven. Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend…
And to think, it all started when Henry Ford invented the weekend.
That tells you that one man can make a difference and how thoughts, concepts and ideas are bulletproof but it all depends on who is choosing and backing what kicks because Reich and his concepts were ex’d from the record and yet they are extremely valid as a solution to this institutionalized madness. Remember, this is an immense PsyOp directed by a few who get to live how they wish and the rest pick up the bill. Get free or thrive trying is the Warriors mindset – accept nothing less! Also, recollect what I said next time you’re following who they told you to keep up with as all that beams via your screen is controlled by less than a handful that sling all types of signs and symbols in to assail your subconscious as thats the Ninety percent beneath the neck that is pimped by the voice in head effect that most believe is them. I mean, how can you be when you’re obviously that which listens, my friend? Bringing it back on thread, you may wish to question why this scene that sketches the deal, perfect, was edited from the reruns:
Anyone who questions the script must be classed as an infidel aka schizophrenic because one man can make a difference and if he put them to sleep then me can awaken them but, in the end, its your choice, my friend.
Twelve monkeys sit at the high table and control the Game and those who play but the Warrior declares war on this process in a quest for emancipation because nobody is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them hence the Prussian model was used to create your nearest camp of concentration where your attendance is legally mandated so they can turn you into a square watermelon, par excellence, and live out Henrys dreams whilst keeping the scheme invisible because “Everybody is doing it! Why do you always have to be so difficult?“. Why? Because as far back as I can remember I’ve been on quest to find the truth of wearing flesh and what the heck I’m doing in this realm at present for I remember futures yet to happen and so much more as well hence why I push the pen like this to trigger an awakening in the 8% as they’re the only ones who click there may be a little more to this than what the script they inherited said as they still retain their Spiritual Immune System that says:
“This is very sketch”.
Which it is. I mean, school etched a pyramid inside your head that said “Sit still, look ahead and do well on the test to progress” whilst not mentioning direct that one sits at the apex with a few beneath him that lord over the rest who move when the bell says with divided subjects and desks that don’t test how well you create, only repeating what they say… Comprehend that none of what we live is natural, in any sense, and its mostly created by the rich in order to ensure their wealth transfers from one gen to the next thanks to the sweat from the brow upon your head and inculcated ignorance, therein. Look into the Enclosure Acts in which, by the stroke of a pen, millions of acres of public farmland were privatized and made common grazing illegal. It mattered not if your ancestors had done this for generations as, now, you were a criminal. “But, fear not, citizen, the Industrial Revolution doth kick so get your rear end in that factory, quick!” went the official rhetoric that still spins to this day.
I mean, how many of you have ever looked at the calendar and wondered this:
Or how about why April (when the seasons truly shift) is classed as a fools errand? Better yet, how come everything to do with finances and bills has your name in BLOCK CAPITALS whereas the rest is Mixed Case? Fifty Two letters in the alphabet should be a hint and, while you’re there, look at this:
Symbols don’t have definitions but ecosystems, my friend and whilst this article may be about how Henry invented the weekend the next is how I’d reinvent the Weekn’d as one thing about the 8% is we’re as fiercely creative as independent ergo we play the Game on a whole nother wavelength…
Till we meet again
