The world Tesla would’ve built, back when, would’ve had us living like the Jetsons in comparison to what you currently Thunk is high tech. If that isn’t proof of a conspiracy to suppress then I don’t know what is but the main aim of this text is to offer a glimpse inside the mind of a genius who thinks so different to the rest he may as well be from another planet. Hit it:
Did you know that in Nineteen Twenty Six Nikola had sketched what Jobs would bring to the market 81 years later? Can you imagine this realm if this man had been given free reign to indulge his imagination and create more inventions versus dying, alone, in a hotel room furnished upon him as a gift from one who couldn’t forget his contributions and shared what he possessed with the man who changed everything? Its outsane, isn’t it? How we feed the obese but watch the hungry, starve. Is that better than a big song and dance, filled with celebs, that end up buying AK Forty Sevens for the rebels instead? Either way, the children are dead and the beast remains well fed. Make that make sense and you may just comprehend Earth is the universes loony bin in which the resident nutters took over, ages since, and set the rules like this. What does it mean to be well adjusted to such immense sickness, my friend? If, housed within, there was a glimmer of sentience which (in Teslas example) was a roaring flame of efflugence would you not class those who chose to live in ignorance as wasters of potential? What of the ones who made them this and their own peculiar whims that are evidenced, real well, by the fact the so called paranoid schizophrenic gets no due process but a murderer did… Make that make sense and you may just spot the puppet strings.
“My concept is this. A world telegraphy that can beam out messages, wireless, to enlighten the masses. A small device, priced well, that can be carried in ones pocket to stay abreast of developments as information is sent to them in a form, most convenient”.
Bear in mind, this wasn’t just a dude who flapped his gums and then posted vitriol in the comment section as he built each one of his inventions inside his imagination before he lifted a finger to make a thing so, best believe he’d have filled in the rest to make this possible. In the end, that was his undoing as once they clicked he intended to send elec free, without metering, they nixed his budget and said “Thanks for that one amazing contribution, it really is quite something. Be sure to reach out if you come up with anything else”. To which he answered: “Well, I did state that we could fly in ways much more efficient by using a combination of electrostatic and magnetic currents plus there was this idea, times ten, that would use the very Ether itself to escape the planet“. They replied:
“Thanks for that one amazing contribution, it really is quite something. Be sure to reach out if you come up with anything else”. This time, they meant it. If you have ever thought I’m foiled tin for thinking a small clique run this bish then this mans life and death are evidence of all I’ve said. Its not even hid for it sits right in front of your lids, that the school done did seal. This is why no modern people create fresh things and movies are retread sequels as well because the power of imagination is such a thing that, once invested in, it cannot help but question the narrative that grips this planet as it makes very little sense. Keep doing this and you’ll butt heads, heck they may even try and off your on switch so the rest don’t recollect their magnificence in the flesh as this failed reality was sketched like this and that, in turn, brings greater questions of where and when we sit as you use one plane of a black mirror to augment your consciousness with the dataset beamed in. Compare Teslas vision of the iPhone and what Steve unleashed and tell me who, from them, truly thinks and genuinely was different? Listen, I’m not downplaying the cult of Nerd Jesus but Bill outlined what I think with a more comedic tint so check it:
Hammertime on the nails head! Its all slick marketing, in the end. Like the Live Aid example buying guns for rebels. There is the image they sell and what its truly like, within. Just ask a celeb. Oh, they won’t admit it as they’re bought and paid for and thus sit and sing in golden cages whilst you, the plebs, run iron mazes instead and want to be like them. Stop and think, my friend, if life was so great why do so many of them have huge addictions and, most common, take pills to get to bed? I wonder what that could mean, in the end? Do the Knowledge as they won’t tell. Except when it slips. Or is made blatant. Ask Martin who and what wanted him dead. Anyway, not to be a Hipster, but I remember discovering “My Inventions”, back when, as a bright eyed school jit who couldn’t quite comprehend how sticking two paper clips on a D cell with some wired coiled in the midst made it spin like hell or why rubbing a balloon against my head created static sensations and all types of crazy things like walking lead foot on that cheap ass carpet then tazing your friend as he touched the door handle. You know, the usual childlike script? I read the book and thought “Why the heck is the guy not mentioned, anywhen? He’s amazing!”
Later on it would click why he was airbrushed from the record and, in many ways, the other who totes his name in this age is engaging in a form of destiny theft, yes? Is he not, like Jobs mentioned, stealing the glories of others who put the work in versus Tesla who lived his lyrics from sketch to creation? I’ll let you tell it.
Same with Van Gogh whose senses were so finely attuned to life subtle currents that he painted, without effort, cosmic radiation into his images. They laughed and sneered, told him his squiggles were worthless and thus stamped all over his delicate heart, creative, for even when he gave them ears they couldn’t listen to his vision. Tesla died not long after his favorite pigeon (that communicated with him via laser vision) sensed the end was coming and this may seem like a strange blip as people, well adjusted, tut and think “And he used to be so brilliant as well. Ah well, he must be off his meds as another crackpot genius” as they get back on with running the mill, treads. The thing is, PKD had a similar imperience with a light, sentient, and I too saw such a thing not long before my dance with death which is, once again, something in common with the writer of My Inventions who, back when, nearly drowned but was saved by an intense bout of imagination that helped him save himself in ways most improbable…
I suspect this is a manifestation of the force I’ve termed Psylense (as this is what and how its perceived, within) but I, unlike them, can stand on their shoulders via the use of this modern tech but, even without, I was already drawing the links as there is but one truth and its attraction is so magnetic to one who wishes to Know thine Self as its akin to the eternal flame that lit the candle, sentient, which the world attempts to convince is generated by the wax itself that melts. Like I said, loony bin where everything is backwards. Its worth nothing that Tesla was obsessed by the number three and if you read this text you may find a reason why its woven into everything but what I didn’t mention was how and why this links in to Pi, Phi and reality… But you’re welcome to do the Knowledge.
Also, comprehend, I am in no way, shape or form saying I’m any form of equivalent to these giants I’ve mentioned. Just that I innerstand their premise as they pointed at the moon and fools felt they were giving them the finger instead. If you go with the program the System is as invisible as water to a fish. If you swim against it you’ll note the traps and tricks as well as beasts that feed on the sport, leaping, into their jaws of death – like frogs in the kitchen. He who speaks of this is seen as a madman and its worth noting that John Nash, of A Beautiful Mind fame, cracked codes and did some amazing things to help the war effort but, once done, he found himself in a mental asylum and what he said was used as evidence that he needed electroshock and strong meds. Really ponder this at depth as I study the outliers, those who the grain against went in order to outline the sketch of the glass maze they erected in the midst of an ocean. By its very nature, its invisible but felt, nonetheless.
Its worth noting that, in real life, he worked for RAND and if you stretch your hands to tap keys then view screens you may just discover a beautiful link between them and the invention of the internet that could blow your mind as everyone credits that to the Department of Defense which, once again, is who Nash was yelling for when being pilled against his will… Whilst you’re checking this shadowy corporate think tank that rose from the ashes of WW Two ask who developed the satellite (Hint: Not NASA), videotape, GPS, and AI as well.
Haven’t you ever wondered why there is no due process for mad men who are held and medicated against their will in a way that, indirectly, validates what they suspect that not all is as said in this realm? What of the fact that they, to a man, all report the same thing that something is beaming thoughts into their head and this is, exactly, what Tesla imagined? As does the mystic as all three swim, with varying degrees of success, in the same cosmic ocean but its what else hides, in secret, that doesn’t want its presence clicked and shared with the rest? That is of interest as I know it well. In the Biblical sense, no less, as its an old demon in new threads that uses abuse as a form of control and compliance from those it can’t erase, directly, and relishes feeding on suffering instead. Look into the Air Loom Gang and JTM who did deal with governments and much political intrigue as well before he found himself in Bedlam and became the worlds first recorded modern schizophrenic.
Why do I mention so many disparate threads? Am I throwing things at the wall of your consciousness, hoping it sticks? Maybe, I’ll let you tell it as there are many worlds and your interpretation, in the end, is of vital significance. I’m just pointing at what I’ve seen as I think Tesla would’ve have built a world so completely different that most cannot imagine it, and yet, your grandchildrens grandchildren will be living in a version of it which suggests we could’ve done it any time we wanted but are being artificially limited and dripfed which suggests not only a script but crew that implements as well which links in with the masses, ignorant, those who click and say not a thing as well as the ones who do and yell from the parapets that the Emperor is naked. Tesla sketched a world, like Philip K Dick, which seemed like science fic but is becoming increasingly inevitable in which there are a shadowy power elite, dual reality in full effect and the kinds of crazy tech that make the Jetsons seem like Flintstones instead. By the way, did you know that Homer is Bender, the transhuman, and how all of this is programming because what the masses hold true the simulation brings into view and he who, like Truman, clicks this then either enlightenment or a padded cell is waiting. The key difference? Comprehension ie the gnosis that this entire realm takes place inside their awareness and doesn’t that sound nuts as well? If so it hints at how effective the programming is and how the Game did a number on your head as it sells you a script, from one life to the next and when, by dint, chance or intervent, someone doth beam in and say:
“Hey, what do you think of this?” the rest attempt to suppress instead of encouraging and this is demonstrated, again and again, via what is done to the minds of children as they’re trained to run the treadmill. Tell me, my friend, am I outsane for seeing this or have you been so used to coloring in between the lines that you miss the subtle elements that, in retrospect, are Self evident? It wouldn’t be a hidden hand if you could see its iron fist but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t leave fingerprints, if you know how to spot em. Getting back to Tesla:
This man predicted AI robots and demonstrated, real well, that any advanced tech is indistinguishable from magic as he zipped his remote control boat over the waters of the Garden as people were gawping. Much like the ancient Shaman who made the rains fall, at whim, and how this links in with another cloudbusting genius that was not so much erased from the record but had his hieroglyphs remixed to seem like he never existed but that is a deeper topic. Its worth noting that Teslas flying machines bear a remarkable similarity to Vedic Vimanas which may or may not be the same thing as Star Wars piloted which makes one wonder:
What if far, far away and long ago was actually more recent and the insane asylum I mentioned was once a place, beautiful, that used a harmonic type of tech versus combustion and this is fueled by the hint there were never, ever, any smoke marks discovered within the pyramids so what did they do? Build in darkness? We, of flat screens and stripy toothpaste, cannot accept we’re the dregs and the best left so this is what we get but, now and then, some one with the old ways drops in and, like Bill Hicks said, we kill them. Why? Because the owners have a lot invested in this ride at the min and only works when seen via a fixed lens hence two decades, interred, under the wing of your local camp of concentration… One of the most honest things the beggar dressed in purple that was Einstein ever said was that how his education got in the way of his imagination as he sprinkled the seeds, corrupting, that divorced true science from what it is that led to the current replication crisis as people search for what doesn’t exist and miss whats right in front of them:
That consciousness is everything and there is but one Soul in this realm which is why ten men can meet one and draw differing opinions as well as why atoms contain nothing but make up everything as well as the cryptic hint of how Forty Two actually reps the rainbow bridge that Mario and his friends must face as the last challenge as modern day equivalents of Norsemen who may just be speaking in Morse code for the blindly deaf as art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. And with that I bring this world blancmange to and end as its jam packed with Inner Sense for those who hear me on FM to challenge and attempt to prove the opposite as, to me, it feels correct which means you could do the Knowledge and see what kicks or keep running the treadmill and never wondering why the man who penned My Inventions had a whole load of secret texts removed at the moment of his death and was kept under the strictest of observation with three and fifty pages they’ll admit. You have to recollect that, for decades, talk of this was classed as foil tin and how none of this had happened to keep it moving ergo to see them admit they lifted two trucks full of documents is quite big as it makes you wonder if Jobs and the ilk are not just handed scripts written in anothers ink, ya dig?
If you think I’m reaching, simply read some Philip K Dick and answer how the heck a man in the Sixties penned the world in which we’re about to live and then read his own Exegesis as he struggled with said gnosis as its implications were earth shattering and this brings us back, once again, to Teslas “Death Ray” that could split the planet due to resonance and this link in with a little black box he built that, when attached to a building, created all types of effects that seem like demolition. Just like the Tacoma Bridge:
Life is talking. Are you listening? I really don’t know how much more blatant I can make it. Its all about rhythm and vibration hence why soldiers don’t march in step over bridges because resonance gives not an F about your “liberation mission” as some things are hard baked in to the simulation. Finishing off this bit with something that always had me wondering. Back when, the vinyl spins, I discovered, with a huge grin, that you could play the instrumental over the main and gain a fresh acapella which I went on to remix along with brand new exclusives that made my tapes the best a hip hop head could get. Later, I pondered, that if life is, as it seems, a vibration then why don’t we use these energetics for medicine instead of pointless potions and pills that create more ills than they fix? I’m not saying I’m correct and you should all follow where I’ve said. Quite the opposite as, to me, it seems like life is a song and I, for rease, and singing in another key with a far older melody that does some pretty slick things. Look into Cymatics if you wish to Know the Ledge:
What do you expect from a world made by those with stiff upper lips (and no rhythm as well) as they looted (and shooted) the natives as “Bloody primitives!” in the speculative and operative sense then unleashed pure mind control hell on the rest (that seemed heaven sent) and he who goes against becomes either a madman, mystic or poet… I’ll let you tell. By the way, if you think I’m reaching with the preaching and ya man only had a spark when he started but that turned to garbage as he lost his marbles. If so, I’d request you check the little known “Tesla Valve” invention which, despite being a hundred years old and quite simple, is baffling modern heads who’ve turned their minds to it as its effects are so complex but with no moving parts, presented. Just a fluid mindset at the helm that saw what others missed and dared to think different in a world of automatons who do what the money men said, without question.
I, on the flip, have no limits in my head and can’t help but wondering at the world Tesla would’ve built. Don’t you? Even just a little bit?
Till we meet again
