For those that decide to spend the next six months challenging themselves they may notice that this is the first time they come face to face with their Opponent who has spent his entire life ensuring they are his Victim. What do I mean by this? Simple, you know exactly what you need to do to feel fulfilled, what the key of life is for the song you wish to sing as the lyrics were etched into your consciousness before you’d even taken a step. What prevents this from manifesting? What provides diversions, time and time again? What makes you think you can’t do it so why even attempt?
The Opponent.
Your Opponent.
This is what will separate the wheat from the chaff within the next six. Those who speak about it from those who be about it and make it happen. See, the Opponent sees the world but the world sees him not. Apart from the Warrior and small child (there really is no difference) as they spot the pretender attempting to wear a mask that looks like them, talks like them and directs their attention. This is part of what I spoke of previously as The Dual Reality Principle aka the world thats been pulled over your eyes and keeps you comfortably miserable and numb to your true potential. Thats the song you wish to sing. Thats the steps you know well but haven’t danced yet. Well, here, now, at this very moment the cosmos is blowing favorable winds that will help you if you attempt but I thought it best to mention this because some will face the Opponent early on so they won’t even attempt. Others will take a few steps and then become discouraged a few will really want to realize their Higher Self but will be mystified as they keep on pouring their energy, day out, day in, into totally frivolous things.
Some may find their anxiety ramps at the thought of this and they’ll reach for the crutch of drugs, sex, alcohol, masturbation, video games, excessive net browsing and whatever else you use to distract you from your purpose.
Many are called but only a few choose themselves and take what they think they know about what they think to know to war. If that sounds a bit dramatic fear not, it isn’t. It sums it up perfect because if you, right now, are not living the life you always envisioned and know full well you are capable of creating then it shows the problem is how you’ve been going about it based on whats in your head. For all Slaves this is one hundred percent garbage as this is the manure upon which the weeds of the Opponent feed and choke off the roses that once filled the garden of Inner Sense you’ve long forgotten. These are deeper topics and bridges you’ll cross as you progress but in reality its all interlinked. Like that Ether, the stuff that makes your Soul glow but only if you know how to remove the blocks that impede and create the Adulterated beings who walk around aimlessly as they’re a few spots below the frequency and can’t vibe to the words they’re reading. If this describes you then leave. There is nothing here for you at your current state of devolved awareness.
If you’re still reading and feel what I’ve said inside your chest and know you are capable of far more than you’ve manifested so far in this realm then remember what I said about meeting your Opponent. Some people have found it handy to keep a log of its tricks as they can vary from person to person but one you spot its hooks sliding in and the shiny lure thats dangled you can exercise your free will (actually that is Free Won’t – we’ll uncover that truth as we go) and pick a better option.
Either way those of you who rise to challenge will be undoubtedly awakening the Warrior within and thats when things get hyper-dimensional and very, very interesting as you see what a crock is poured into most Slaves heads as they mistake accepted ignorance for wisdom and why this realm is such a mess. But, all thats to come. Its up to you to take the first steps so remember to make your prime point of focus and motivator of actions to be based solely around that inner talent, skill, ability or power it is you wish to bring to this realm as you do what is needed to crack the egg of limits you previously lived within. Sure it can be scary to leave the velvet lined rut of a predictable existence but without that how do you hope to grow and spread your wings?
The Opponent is the one who wishes for you to live and die with your music within, unexpressed, but it is also the same force that turns coals to diamonds for those who can handle the pressure which is exactly what will be coming to this realm within the next six so batten down your hatches, keep your focus, stay on your purpose and declare war on any old limits, habits, distractions and anything that isn’t in your best interests. This includes people as well. Drop em like a bad habit. Its time to become Centered in Self.
Actually, thats a great hint about the Opponent because you’ve be indoctrinated to think that one who is that is bad, greedy, selfish and such things but you ask any martial artist, kid who learned to ride a bicycle or even one who took those first steps and they’ll tell you its all about balance. And how do you find this?
By being Centered in Self. So if you fall, dust yourself off and get back on it again because there is no failure in this realm, only feedback. At least, thats how the Warrior sees it.
Personally and as a collective we are entering a new octave. Can you hear the key of life shifting to a fresh perspective? Maybe not yet if you’re as sensitive as a house brick but those who can felt it kick as the lunar eclipse did its thing because that celestial aspect represents the mind in this realm.
Interesting, isn’t it? How a part of it remains hidden whilst the percent that is visible waxes and wanes from full to invisible yet always present, night and day. Come Twenty Five you’ll look back at this message and out at a world that has shifted in ways you can’t currently imagine and that is when the next eclipse kicks in and we do it all again. Welcome to the quickening.
In the interim I advise you to pick one thing. Something constructive, beneficial and worth putting the effort in. You already know what it is. You’ve tried to rev its engine on previous occasions and now it sits on the shelf of your awareness. Now is the time. This is the moment. Bring it out. Develop it. Share it with reckless abandon.
Those three years are going to pass real quick and what is planted now will allow you to reap a thousandfold interest, especially if its creative or of social benefit. Consider the next six months as an incubation period and way to overcome the resistance and inertia which kept you distracted and unfulfilled. Piece by piece, step by step. Every day, in every way, better yourself. The key is to take what you know you should handle and invest some dedicated time, effort and attention in to give it strength. You will, in effect, rebirth yourself. What will happen around Spring is that you’ll have generated an immense amount of momentum that will propel you toward the next lunar eclipse in Twenty Twenty Fifth with effortless strength as the new season of the Game of Souls kicks in after this intermission we’re witnessing whilst the Old World Order draws to an end. By then everyone will catch the drift that the winds of change beget but only those who listened to what I said will be sitting in the orchard of tress that sprung from the seeds of their intent as they gladly eat and share the fruits of their labor with those around them wondering how they managed to ascend with such perfect timing and presence.
Its time to shed that old skin, shake those limits off your Self and place the eggs of your attention, effort and skill into the one basket you’ve always felt would be the best use of your talents.
I’ll keep this missive tight, concise and on target because I’m busy doing what I said and just wanted to drop this hint, a prod in the best direction those who’ve been riding the bench. Its time. Leave the rest of the distractions that serve no higher purpose. Same with the relationships that don’t uplift. Disconnect from anything and anyone who isn’t in your best interests. No need to explain or regret. You need all the energy and focus you can marshal and those who heed this wisdom will look back from the next and say “Yes. I’m glad I listened”.
If I had an award that said “Most obvious statement ever that is ignored by all” I’d hand it to Mr Moore for this because it hits several nails on the head at once that will cause the modern infantile and regressed to yelp like hit dogs hollering. People simply don’t want to see it but to me it was obvious back when Harry Potter started getting major hits and every other Adulterated human was clutching at this book filled with magic, morality and hopefulness like modern day Bibles. It actually is scripture in a sense, just updated and flipped for the modern palette as the escapism is Self evident.
Post Two Thousand and One society hasn’t been the same since the global trauma games were dialed up to eleven, down to nine then back up again with a few repeating sevens thrown in for good luck because people simply don’t comprehend the wars that are being waged on many frontiers at once in order to ensure their awareness oscillates at the lower end of the scale where fear dominates. Can you imagine a thirty five year old man in Nineteen Eighty Six reading about the adventures of a schoolboy wizard and his friends? How ridiculous is that pic? It just doesn’t compute because the pieces don’t fit. Know why? They were far more healthier – mentally, physically, spiritually, take your pick – than modern generations who have been filled to the brim with various forms of toxins and pollutants since their inception and then marched out into a world that currently offers dopamine hits for the best performing circus animals who are willing to do whatever it takes for those likes. Once again, take it back to your parents generation of those before them – Can you imagine them gurning in photo like those Youtube idiots?
Infantile regression.
What shrinks on one side expands on the other as one strives for balance and the immense uptick in superhero consumption (which was originally a niche aimed at prepubescent boys to scratch that fantasy itch of stepping into the shoes they wished to fill and feel powerful) is a blatant symptom of this. Look around at the current generation upwards of twenty six and you’ll see exactly what I mean about the regression as the net has turned the world into a High School popularity contest with its bands and cliques. The nerds finally get their revenge as they make up the blue haired Cancel gang, the beautiful are praised for just existing as people follow behind them and way, way down at the end are the intellectuals who like to pretend they’re too cool for this. Its interesting that people don’t want solutions. They just want their worldview confirmed no matter how miserable it feels to live a life of inner emptiness due to constant image building to impress others stuck in the web and doing the same thing. Or how much they’ll deny the truth of this as they manufacture proof and lie to themselves.
Bread and circuses.
Nothing has changed since the Romans, except these days we crucify folks online from behind the safety of a screen as they’re ripped apart by digital lions that wouldn’t dare say a thing if they came face to face with the object upon which they’re venting their hate.
Its all within, as I’ve said. The entire Game of Souls takes place inside your awareness hence any time you point a finger at someone else and say “Him, he’s the problem” there are three pointing back at the true cause and solution. Dealing with this fills Slaves with an immense sense of dread as it requires swallowing the bitter pill that opens their eyes to their true predicament and this is easily hidden when others are echo chambering, back slapping and crusading.
What does this have to do with staring at a black mirror for ninety minutes as it shuffles pixels to rearrange your consciousness or diving into the world of wizards aimed at ten year old kids when you’re supposed to be fully grown but are actually Adulterated? Everything.
The collective has been traumatized, par excellence, and its all trundling along just as expected because Slaves are programmed in accordance with the wishes of their Masters who control all that enters their awareness and thus forms their concepts. Its actually an old pimps trick in which he would create the problem for his girl, await her reaction then swoop in with a solution. The original “superheroes” from Babylon are still present and correct and not a thing has changed since then because the oldest tricks are so effective and immense that over 81% of the populace fall for it. You included.
If you look at your choices in media consumption they can tell you a lot about the terrain of your inner realm. This is the underlying premise of religion, the original opiate of the masses, which has been switched for the digital dopamine factory instead. Its pimpin, pimpin! Ain’t nothing changed but the sprinkles and the suckers born every moment who fall for the tricks and one glance at what is popular tells you a whole load about the collective which is why I’ll say again:
Infantile regression.
Social media is filled with people throwing tantrums like little kids and its not just accepted and normalized but seemingly expected. Know why? It offers a vent. Its needed to release the pressure within as it allows one to project that the problem lies outside them when the truth is much different. Same with this uptick in superhero movies as it allows the old “God will save us, he said!” commandment to be itched via the same old methods in a new dress. Except this time it comes in ninety minute hits filled to the gills with flashy gimmicks that are built up on the skeletons of old comic tropes aimed at kids. What does this say of the collective intellect and general acumen?
People don’t want to hear this. They’ll rail, gnash and wail at what is Self evident for anyone with even a little insight into themselves because they enjoy their escapism. Thing is its just a treadmill. There is no progress. You don’t get anywhere because you’re not addressing the problem within which is the traumatization of generations and its consequences that created the world we’re living in. Just as intended.
Hippies were given a manufactured revolution that nipped their movement quick and with surgical, chemically assisted precision. The inner cities were handed narcotics and weapons for similar reasons. The fat of the land who had no real reason to rebel but still felt a nagging sense of discomfort within were gifted the internet and the rest is history in the making because it won’t be long before you’re jacked in at birth and carbon based lifeforms transition to silicon as the ultimate form of escapism.
Where does fascism fit into all of this? Simple:
Anything you don’t accept within Self can and will be used as a weapon of coercion and influence that will bend your intent to anothers whim and have you telling yourself this is how you wanted it. Mind control, par excellence, and thats a realm I happen to have first hand experience in because there are those of us who like to peep the code of the matrix and see beyond this realm in order to make sense of the paradigm which looks suspiciously like a fix because “Heads you lose, tails we win” is the sort of double bind they’re offering in this cosmic casino of the senses that rewards ignorance and punishes the one asking the right questions as those with possessions steal from those with less and call it good business.
The more and more brutal the world gets – or, to be more accurate, the more brutal they can make you think it is – the greater the need and desire for escapism. The net brings the demand for perfection to the forefront as well as the normalization of disfunction as a new global standard and add this up with the increased day to day stresses that all your streams and news can channel into your awareness along with your very own traumatic inheritance plus ignorance masquerading as wisdom and surface level solutions that manage symptoms without addressing the root cause of the problem and you get the world we’ve got where people are looking outside of themselves for solutions.
Movies prime the mind via fiction that then is repetitively ingrained into heads so that when the “real world” brings problems the pimps programming pops up and says “I know the solution” and uses that as a frame of reference. What is the equivalent of a superhero in this day and age? Aliens? Those who possess superhuman powers and resources? Magical abilities? The strength to punish the bad and protect the rest from their corrosive influence?
“Fear not, little regressives” the man behind the curtain says “We have the solution”. COVID was a perfect example of this because it showed how easily the collective could be manipulated to act in ways against their best interests and then deny what was actually happening due to the level of investment they’d placed in the official version of events that were programmed into their heads. Some are waking up to this fact as those previous“Heroes” of the NHS were told to get jabbed or get gone after their loyal service and now it comes out that said injections were next to worthless and actually injurious to your health as the restrictions vanish and its back to business as the collective await the next big thing that will have them urinating on themselves at the thought of extinction.
See why the superhero thing is way more than people currently suspect? Can you see the brave new world that we as a collective are building out of fear and ignorance for our children to inherit? The solution to all of this is complete, unconditional acceptance of the Self. Knowing you know nothing and being willing to question everything just like your inner child did back when is the key to the kingdom within. This is the kind of regression (and progression) I can get behind as it fixes so many ills because the foundations of your messed up state were laid in childhood and the tragic comedy of your existence as a Slave is built upon it.
Most flinch at the thought of this and this is why the System and its programming is so effective because 81% accept it without thinking. They Thunk instead. The other 11% had a chance of seeing the Game for what it is but chose to hoodwink themselves by enlisting in a paradigm known for parlor tricks, theatricality and deception but no real solutions or involution. The remaining 8% are hated by by the rest because they refuse to bend the knee and reject the programming and thus see the fact that Emperor is undressed as they don’t buy into the narrative the world tries to spin in your awareness as they see the Game for what it is and know they are an aspect of the unfinite that exists before and after this realm and its journey into the carbon based experience as told by the five sensory thieves and filters of consciousness.
That is involution. That is spirituality at its rawest and untainted. That is true growth versus being Adulterated and the lack of this generates a life in the Valley of the Plebs surrounded by bleating man-children (or whatever your gender preference) who are so caught up in the bread and circuses they never stopped to question “Who built this? To what end?” as well as the million dollar question that can unravel all of these loose ends that the narrative attempts to weave into a tight noose around the collectives neck:
And there we have it. What if I told you you were the superhero? That your current form and awareness possess powers that would seem miraculous compared to what you’ve been lead to believe? That via the process of spiritual alchemy one can transcend this dimension and experience the golden age within that never left but was Adulterated like water being added to milk so that which was once full and rich is now flat and thin. Tell me that doesn’t describe your inner realm? A tiny fraction of you reading this will be honest enough to nod your head at the behest of your chest which gets exactly what I mean because the fact of the matter is this:
The Game of Souls plays out inside your awareness. I am simply an aspect of you that is saying what you long suspected but didn’t have the courage to voice to yourself about your predicament due to having spent a lifetime being indoctrinated by the System which switched out thinking for Thunking as you rearrange preformed bricks of concepts and call that free will as the shackles around your awareness clank and tinkle as you sit in the Mind Made Prison. Freedom is an inside job and no one but your Self can break you from the cell of ignorance within which you sit. Your media choices reflect this real well so next time you indulge think:
“What am I gaining from this? What do I identify with? What is the itch being scratched?” along with “In which ways is this an inversion, projection and parallel of my own life at this very moment?”. This line of thinking can generate immense dividends and if it brings pain to your head or an angry internal narrative about daring to think like this then congratulate yourself as you’ve just bumped into the System and its programming that controls you from within and this is one and only true Opponent in this realm who desires nothing less than to make you his perpetual Victim by divorcing you from your strength in exchange for labels and projections as opposed to the real, unfinite experience and strength within.
In the end Mr Moore saying “Superhero movies are a precursor to fascism” makes a lot of sense given the trade he’s in and the world as it is, don’t you think? Or do you Thunk instead?
You know, those behind the scenes couldn’t make a dollar trying to sell you a dream if it wasn’t for the talent and presence of the one they pimp via their System. Stop and think about it and you’ll see its quite Self evident. Michael Jackson enriched countless people with his life and even in death generated billions as well as a legacy that will continue to make tills ring even though the man himself was quite miserable at being misunderstood, persecuted and the victim of a type of loneliness that no one else on the planet could comprehend.
People in the press, legal fields, production, arts, directing, clothing and various other tangents are sitting on fortunes that can be directed attributed to the presence of one man. Isn’t that amazing? Without him so many lives would be different and yet its often the artist that gets the least out of this even though the entire thing is based on his performance.
I recently read something about Kanye West having issues about his kicks and whats next as the truth of what Sway said kicked in as he prepares to do for Self because if you are the draw then why not leverage what this brings? Why not? Because you may get Sam Cooked. Thats why. The entire world is ran by gangster pimps and they’ve been in the business since before Jesus was a figment of your imagination and they have an exceedingly long reach but are mighty thin when it comes to creativity as they can amplify (or distort) what is for fun and profit but they cannot whip nothing into something because that is the gift that imagination brings. A nation of magicians who fell for the spells of anothers weaving. Tragic, isn’t it? Getting back to the business:
If it wasn’t for the talent there would be no industry just like if there was no you or me there wouldn’t be a Three-D because the observer creates it all via his presence as the quantum realm attests because that is the only way potential becomes actual. You look at this model of pimping and you’ll see its imprint in everything across the realm from the very concept of taxes up to the money they print then charge you to access and all points in between. And yet if it wasn’t for the icing which tastes sweet the bitter layers of the cake would be revealed and no one would take a bite because it reeks of stupidity to even get close to this as its so obviously not in your best interests.
I’ve got to hand it to them. They know how to dress hell up and make it look like a couple of steps from heaven so the people just keep stepping on the treadmill andnever question their lack of progress because everyone else is also shuffling toward death. Thats what passes for your existence? Slaves who prove it again and again when seen via a Warriors lens.
If it was just them on their lonesome there would be nothing in this realm. We are the ones who bring the power because we co-create but solely originate that most vital spark which allows the sensate to calculate the twisted tale woven in your head about the way it is. Its why I’ve said you’re a commodity that generates multiple streams of income, in both life and death. You came here to serve out a sentence and hard labor is on the ticket for most who dwell within the confines of the Mind Made Prison they dare not question because the implications would rock their world and the dimension it floats in. Ask yourself this:
Do you get paid what you’re worth or what they know you’ll accept? If there is a pointy end of the stick you’re on the receiving end nine times out of ten, yes? Don’t you think its odd that whoever is directly ahead of you in the chain of command is almost always woefully inadequate for the task at hand and yet they sit at the big table and rake in the bonuses. Its all by design, my friend, gangster pimps doing what they do best. With a gun and wink, no less. Carlin once said “Its a big gang and you ain’t in it” in reference to those who built the System and profit from the ignorance of those caught up in making it spin without realizing they weave the the mill that will crush their descendants to dust just as it is doing them and their parents before them.
Its pimping, pimping! How many people do you think have got rich off Kanyes efforts? How many people do you think can’t bear the thought of him setting the precedent that he can do it without them and thus taking away their leverage? Look into Sam Cooke as I already mentioned and you’ll notice what happens when people move for independence out of this cruel and narrow money trench because then the gangster pimps that created it make their presence felt and do what they do best. Am I saying he’ll bend the knee or meet a tragic end? Stranger things have happened and I’m just tapping keys on intuition as I do at most moments because I had no idea this would be the topic but thats how its unfolded so lets see where its going…
All around you you see rising bills and yet no one is suspicious about what this signals when it comes to the steadily eroding levels of ownership and independent businesses that are feeling the crunch kick in (yet again) as well as those who will be soon given the option of “Take the Zero Hour contract or jet” just before the automated process kicks in and makes them redundant. We are living through some very strange times in which you are going to see the nature of what was previously hidden stealthy revealed blatantly because they know you are too stupid and scared to do a thing. Those in the business know exactly of what I’m speaking as they’ve felt first hand the might of those who claimed a chunk of their Soul for themselves and then made a bundle from what they bring whilst handing them a small percent. Gangster pimps, describes them well. On a smaller scale your life is no different because its exactly the same thing across the board because a) they aren’t creative and b) they’ve got a perfectly working algorithm that fools over ninety percent of the populace at any given moment and thus suckers are drawn in via the process of resonance and never stop to question.
Those of us who are cut form a different cloth are isolated, silenced or discredited via attempts that were engineered to make it look like something else if we cannot be purchased, controlled or directed:
I’m not saying I wouldn’t be surprised if Kanye ended up dead but I’m fairly certain you won’t see him undependant because he generates too many dividends for them to let him wander off the global plantation that marks the limits and edge of the Game of Souls at this moment as ordained by the gangster pimps who hold aloft a golden crucifix and emblazoned chalice whilst asking you to be generous with your donations. Haven’t you ever stopped to question why this is the way it is? Why the homeless are brushed away from the pavements of churches and not allowed to dwell within the lavish excess they exhibit or why the poorest give the most and get the least back in exchange?
No, of course you haven’t because the System didn’t teach you how to think or question. It taught you how to acquiesce and then congratulated you for accepting its ignorance as wisdom. Gangster pimps who said “Go out and sell it like this and bring back all the money or else” via various visions and tricks designed to influence your awareness.
I know the Game well because I was born into its depths and saw what probably should never have been witnessed by a kid by those so caught up in the mix they didn’t care who or what they were teaching but it is what it is. I’m still standing and sharing my perspective, raw and unfiltered so lets see what happens.
What can I say about the man who laid the soundtrack to my life and inspired me to think way outside of the box as he laced his songs with such heavy metaphysical Game that went over peoples heads as they missed his message? Don’t worry MJ, I heard you on FM. Just look at the poem he penned above and hear what he said then consider this:
Another Part of Me dropped in Eighty Eight and MJ was speaking on the planetary alignments we’d see in Twenty Twenty as people were cowering in their homes, scared to death by something that was nowhere near what the narrative said. Why? What was the end game? Simple. The same as its always been because They Don’t Really Care About Us and its why I say Slave/Masters are the correct names for those caught up in the Game of Souls without a clue of who they are, from where they came or what sustains them in this realm that we are just visiting as we don the flesh to swim in the seas of ignorance, thinking we’ve figured out everything when most are just sadly Victims of a heartless Opponent who derives immense pleasure from the screams that reverberate within that they dare not express as they try their best to fit in as they manufacture proof as they lie to themselves.
They killed the King in front of those who sleep walk with closed eyelids and got away with it after a few failed attempts at hemming him in. Its amazing how those who turned their back on him whilst living now claim they rode with him to the death and stranger still are those who bob their head to the beat but miss the meaning encoded in the lyrics and vision. From Remember The Time which laid out this:
MJ was a Warrior from beginning to end and easily the loneliest, most misunderstood man to walk the planet as he was speaking truths most simply can’t decode or comprehend but I heard what he said and am grateful to have Witnessed the reign in the flesh of the once and future King.
Return to sender all negative energetics, everywhen, from those who’ve viewed what I said and have ill will or bad intent.
There are a load of married women out there who are simply playing house. Sure it may seem like a dream as they livestream and offer you a peek of the apparently idyllic bliss and perfection within which she lives with her photogenic husband and kids, walk in closet and holidays that jet set as you sit there scrolling the feed and vicariously living from your cubicle in the office as you eat an instant snack thats high in sodium and low in nutrition. I’m going to let you into a little secret:
She hates every moment of it. Well, maybe not her children, entirely, even though they do get hit with the shrapnel that explodes from time to time due to her immense dissatisfaction. Naked she stands, in front of the mirror with fourth wine glass in hand at two PM. If you look closely you’ll notice her eyes glisten as she’s been crying, quietly to herself because she has to keep such a firm grip on her emotions that she’s starting to notice the tension patterns set in. “What is wrong with me?” she thinks. “I’ve got it all. My dreams since a kid have been more than fulfilled. All I’ve got to do is play my position” escapes as a whisper from her lips as she stands there surrounded by all the shiny things she coveted. “Why do I feel so empty and unfulfilled within?”.
Running her hands across her flawless skin as she shakes her tressesshe attempts to see what her myriad of followers evidently witness based upon their comments and adulation. It worked, for a while, all of this digital attention but now that is starting to wear thin. The kids did too. For a while, again. Mostly when they were small and totally dependent because they were fixated on her, she was their all and everything but now the eldest has hit double digits and she can already smell the trouble brewing and the youngest…. Well, the younger girl never lxved her not matter how much she doted on her. “Like she could feel I wasn’t authentic” she says as she drains her drink and the tears start free-flowing.
Its a hard thing for a mother to admit that she detests her children and husband but thats the truth and its such a bitter pill to swallow that she feels like regurgitating. A wry grin passes her lips as she remembers the game she played since a teen of “Eat and go vomit“. It was like the best of both worlds as she satisfied herself and managed to stay thin because her mother had drilled into her head, for as long as she could recollect:
“No man wants a fat girl and if you aren’t married by twenty seven the rest know there is a problem, that something is broken or very wrong within. You have to make the best of your prime years and get that winning ticket otherwise you’ll end up in the mess I’m in”. Raising her by herself meant there was a complete absence of the stabilizing masculine presence. Unless you count her ever changing “friends” who she watched get finessed, again and again, for a hint of affection. “Whats between your legs is the most powerful thing on the planet” she sings with a grin after fleecing another idiot for his time, money and attention as she was exceedingly successful in extracting whatever she needed as she was so attractive, seductive and great at playing whatever role they thought they expected.
Coming up in a home like this its no wonder she’s a mess. Thing is, she learned early on how to keep it hidden. As such none of her friends really were as they could feel something frozen and solid she wouldn’t express but they sensed, nonetheless. Thoughts of her kids popped into her head and how the youngest is the complete opposite. She really doesn’t care what anyone thinks or says about her and has such an immense level of security and comfort due to the relationship she has with her father. Oh, how she hates to admit the very concept that she could be jealous of her own flesh and blood but she really is and knew something was different since the moment she felt repulsed when first attempting breast feeding. The elder she has literally molded in her image and they get on so well. But then that is because they only ever dwell on the surface. Bonding over their lxve for shiny things, the desire to stay thin and attractive whilst watching reality shows on the television whilst curled up under the blanket.
And yet, this all fills her with dread because she knows where the path ends but feels powerless to change a thing as thats the life that was poured into her head as a kid and she is installing all of the same programming into the next generation, even though thats what got her into this mess. The youngest one directly calls her out on her BS and it really stings to see how perceptive she is. Its like, for her, the mask doesn’t exist and she shines a light into the dark recesses then takes glee in poking at the tenderness. She actually does this in an attempt to comprehend why there is such a difference between what she senses in terms of the affection coming from her parents. To her, her father feels like steel which exists like a shroud around wool. When it opens up and she nestles in to his arms to hear his heartbeat thundering it feels like she is home because the strength and acceptance he radiates is so comforting that it finally allows her to relax. With her mother, its different. She sends all the signals of being warm on the surface but deep down within she feels frozen solid and she is quite certain she hates her but will never admit it. That much is obvious because she acts totally different with her older sibling.
To say their relationship is complicated would be an understatement because she possesses an innate confidence that is totally lacking in her parent. She doesn’t crave, need or even look for external validation. None of the things that seem so important to her mean a thing to this kid who does exactly what she feels because that is the driving force of her existence. If she doesn’t sense that warmth within when she picks out a dress she’ll go and get something else that does fulfill. “That? Are you serious? You’ll look like a mess. No, I’m not having this. Go and put that dress on that I picked. Right now. This instant” she yells with disdain at this brat that is getting on her very last nerve as she prepares breakfast. “No” she replies, looking at her with a measured indifference. Small or large is irrelevant when it comes to a battle of the wits because she simply will not acquiesce, no matter the threats, cajoling or promises. “Why can’t you be more like your sister?” she says, exasperated, as she beams affection at her elder sibling who is sitting there, neatly eating, a picture perfect reflection of herself and who does what shes says and likes the same things. “And then” she thinks “Then there is… this. Whatever it is” as she looks disdainfully at the kid standing in the kitchen wearing a track suit with a pair of boots and book in her hand.
“Fine, do what you want. I don’t care if you like to look a mess. Come over here and eat your breakfast”. She watches the kid tuck in with a joyful abandon that she could never muster, not then and especially not now due to the amounts of amphetamine diet pills coursing through her system in order to keep presenting the image of perfection she feels she needs to be accepted. After the school run the drinking kicks off in earnest. Once again, she is naked. Standing in her walk in closet she is starting to notice the signs of aging that she has been staving off for decades. “What happens when I’m no longer attractive?” she barely allows herself to think in between large sips of an expensive red that she is concerned may stain her teeth but is the only type strong enough to keep her ever growing anxiety on a short leash as she struggles to function. She flashes back and thinks about the time she considered ending it all with pills and slitting her wrists in the bathtub, just to make certain because nothing is worse than the shame that comes with a failed attempt and then having to live with people actually getting a glimpse of the misery hidden within the image she worked so hard to build in their heads.
She rages at her husband. “If he wasn’t so busy working all the time and then directing all of his remaining attention at the kids things would be different”. The truth is he feels it as well and has known since he first met her that she simply can’t receive or give affection as fully as he wishes but she ticks so many other boxes that he was more than willing to overlook and forgive this shortcoming. “Who cares?” he thinks, as he took in her young nakedness in their first apartment back when he wasn’t yet an executive but more than on the fast track to success. To say he had his pick would be an understatement as the women were not even subtle when it came to signaling their interest because he had all they could desire. Yet he found their keenness a bit demeaning. “Like they don’t even know me and are going all overboard for the things and attributes I possess”. He came from wealth, his parents had instilled lots of good values in him and the silver spoon had helped but he was still firmly independent as he eschewed traditions and did what he felt would work out for the best.
That was why he found her so attractive as there was a challenge. Something hidden within that he sensed she was withholding and he wanted, more than anything else, to crack this shell to experience what was obscured as it simply must be magnificent and, more importantly, she’d never given it to anyone else. “That was the problem with these women” he thought and reflected as he sat in business class on a jet with the stewardesses fawning over him. They’re simply concerned with the image just so they can brag to their friends what they were capable of bagging and that a man of this caliber was willing to put up with their BS. In his Ice Queen, as he called her privately in his head, there was depth. He had no idea what it was but was fascinated, nonetheless.
Now, fifteen years later, he has cause to regret because no matter what he did, attempted or bought to table that section remained fenced in and off limits. Worse, it has expanded. It felt like sleeping with a glacier that was extremely pretty from a distance but up close and personal the chill turns your skin because something vital is very obviously missing. “Still” he thinks “I’ve got the kids” and so he chooses to focus his attention on them when he is not busy working as this is the bed he made and now must lie in it.
She sips as tears steadily drip in a measured rhythm as there is but so much she will allow herself to feel at any given moment. Alcohol helps, so do the pills and these anti-depressives along with the medical Mary Jane which does the trick in keeping the immense pressures within from exploding to the surface. Not to mention the millions who are following and lavish their attention upon the surface of her veneered existence via the distance of their screens so they have no clue of whats beneath because she definitely won’t allow them in to get a peek.
In Somerset, England there is an exceedingly average woman who is married to the equivalent masculine and they too have two kids. They fight from time to time, she whines about him to her friends about whatever irritating thing he did, the size of her stomach, how she wishes she was thin plus how the bills are kicking in again. You know, the usual. He, on the other hand, complains to his friends over a sip that she’s always nagging about little things and literally drives him to drink so they change the topic and play cards for the rest of the evening. Coming home, nicely drunk as he says, his girls run up to him and he lavishes them with affection as he says “Is your mother smiling or growling?” at which point they all turn to her and imitate a T Rex as they start ambling towards her grimacing.
Moments like this she can’t help but grin as they may not have much but their home is filled with abundant emotion that is freely expressed, whether in rage or tenderness. This much is always present and for certain tempers may flare as she gets irritated at the kids or feels upset when she notices her reflection in the mirror as she dries off after bathing and thinks of the number time did on her once svelte physique and however can her man still find her attractive. He worries about the bills because with three mouths to feed it can be expensive but then he always makes sure to take time out for himself so that he doesn’t carry around loads of work stress because home is where he comes to rest, where he feels wanted and without that he’d have nothing and its all pointless. Its what keeps him motivated and trucking because he knows he picked that woman, made them kids and its up to him to raise them the very best he can whilst keeping them clothed, fed and nurtured. Sure, they don’t have much in terms of material excess but every single thing she who has millions of views when she livestreams is missing is present and correct in this environment because even the irritants are affectionate due to the full spectrum resonance where all is freely expressed and none clamp down their emotions to fit anothers expectations or image.
This overweight housewife that really could do with shedding the pounds of baby weight she gained and then kept hold of as it steadily increased over a decade often tunes in to the feed of the well kept woman of which we were speaking. She is mesmerized by the life she is living. It all seems so perfect and well done. And her kids? Her kids are adorable, especially the youngest one because there is something about her that jumps out of the screen and reminds her so much of the two at home. She’s perfectly dressed, still as slim now as she was then and oh, all of those shoes and dresses in that immense walk in closet. The holidays they take and the share with the rest. All those unique experiences while we get the same trip to Spain, again and again.
She can’t help but think about how it would feel to live like this. Little does she know of the crippling addictions and anxiety along with ever increasing malaise that dwells just beneath her perfectly edited and presented pics that signal to the world not the life she truly lives but the image she wishes to project in the hopes she eventually feels it. The streams of attention help with their validation and fawning but its always that one bad comment about “Look at her eyes, she’s dead within” or “Have you noticed the little girl keeps her distance?” and such things that spin around in her head, filling her with an immense sense of dread, rage, shame and other painful emotions that she feels like chasing them down and screaming at them for daring to say such things. She reigns herself in because she knows that would just validate what they intuit – that its all for show and not a true reflection of how she’s living. That would be the end of the brand she’d worked so hard building and is now her full time business. At first it started back in High School and her looks just ensured her followers kept growing as she played this game well and gave them just enough of what they wanted whilst shrouding the rest. It allowed her the pick of the litter and in fact it was how she got him.
As usual, with any man who got her interest she would engineer to place herself in his environment whilst seeming entirely oblivious of her target. Ten times out of ten everyone would notice her immaculately coiffured and presented appearance that screamed of an effortless elegance that was actually honed to perfection by her overbearing mother who placed the rule that “Any woman on the shelf at twenty seven may as well give it up and go be a cat lady instead because then there is nothing but dregs on both sides of the fence”. She wanted her to marry for resources, image and all these surface things because they were the only important parts and taught her well how to leverage what was between her legs as well as the plays and tricks to feign affection and other ego stroking tips. “A man will fake a relationship for an orgasm and a woman should do the opposite. Remember this and make him feel you’re the best he’s ever had, treat him like a king. Men are simple idiots really, easily manipulated as they are all secret romantics but this, this” she said tapping at her teenage chest “Never, ever let anyone in because you’ll never get over it and then you’ll end up in the mess I’m in when he left with another woman and I was stuck with a kid. The value of a woman with baggage is in the negatives when it comes to the men worth having. Thats why there was that steady stream of ingrates because bills had to be paid and I wanted to send you to that good college out of state. All is fair in this game, as long as you win in the end. Remember this”.
Such lessons were seared into her consciousness and she hated living out this script that promised so much and yet felt like a thin slice of death that bought with it an ever increasing sense of emptiness and silent desperation that threatened to envelop everything. She sat there, scrolling through her feed at all the “OMG! You’re so pretty!”, “Living the dream!”, “How does she stay so thin with all that gorgeous food she eats?” and various other forms of adoring chemistry. In a sense she felt like King Midas where all he touched turned to gold. A boon for those who don’t know but a pain for those who just want to be held close. For her it was ice and her younger kid was like a flame. Her very presence palpitated a threat to rigid and cold existence as she was the literal opposite and she hated her with an intensity that scared her in some ways. She shed tears for her eldest as she knew the life that was coming as she’d been programmed the same way as she with the “Look, look at me” mentality. She wept, not realizing she’d accidentally began live streaming. “My life is a mess. I hate myself. My husband barely looks at me and I’m crazy drunk at three PM just to ease the stress” she yelled out loud and felt the pain explode from her chest as she stared loudly sobbing and felt herself blacking out as her body was shaking. All that had been suppressed for so long was racing through her head. Like all of her mothers “friends” who’d been making passes, groping or undressing her with their eyes since she was ten and how disgusted she felt. When she told her mother she replied “Take it as a compliment, doesn’t it prove what I said about the power of whats between your legs and how you should take advantage of it? Practice. Try leading them on then asking for something. I never keep them round long enough anyway because I get what I want then drop them so why shouldn’t you get the benefits? Its for the best in the long run. One day you’ll see what I meant”.
She didn’t realize how she’d been screaming, fighting off and clawing these demons that had haunted her from within, forcing her inner child to clamp down her real feelings and build a life inauthentic instead. Her phone had been discarded so all her followers could see was a shot of the ceiling as they heard her long repressed anguish being freed in a live stream that had grown exponentially as people shared the link to what none had ever expected. The sound of the notifications were going off like automatic gunfire as she lays there wondering what was so important as she drifts back to the present moment. At home in Somerset the last thing the woman sees is her idols beleaguered face with tears streaming down her cheeks and a look of sheer misery and shock suddenly comprehending what has happened as she brings this impromptu therapy session slash reconnection to her inner realm to an end.
Whilst this account is fictional and based on a composite of many, many seemingly successful and having it all single or married women with kids I’ve met it weaves a narrative from what was exceedingly obvious as I delved into their depths. Its way more common than you think because those who validate themselves have no need or cravings for likes from strangers so don’t believe what you see in these times of digital deceit. More than eight out of ten who seemingly have it all have some degrees of what I illustrated above within whilst those that aren’t of the Insta ages target demograph and image are actually abundant to the level of excess of what the engineered presences are claiming in terms of fulfillment. Thing is you can’t live stream authenticity in a world visually dominated and obsessed with the surface level image of TV like perfection. You can however use these tricks to manipulate people into believing everything is great when its far, far from this. Its why I said at the beginning:
There are a load of married women out there who are simply playing house.
They don’t need to be rich, attractive and followed from here to the other end of the net. They can be quite average. Matter of fact one might be sleeping in your bed right nowif you’re a man or you might be the wife sitting there reading, thinking “Finally, someone who gets it”. There is a sound these women make that feels like a mix between a sigh and scream that bridges all points from pleasure to misery as something previously held tightly within gets released as they ease the freeze and melt incrementally. A piece of them they’ve held back, even from their own awareness, seems to be given a vent in my experience. Long ago one said “You’re great for affairs but no way could I live this without an off switch” as I asked with amusement what she meant:
“Nobody can keep up. You’re just way too intense and direct. Its thrilling but exhausting. An occasional nibble now and then is perfect to keep life interesting” and this offered a great insight into the private worlds of many women that most husbands don’t even suspect exist. Its why you’re going to see a shift in society and its attitudes to monogamy in the coming decades because the current model was created for taxation purposes and various other things that aren’t in your best interests becomes outdated. The new model will be just as imperfectly intended as well but it will be designed to offset the immense amount of anxiety and existential dread that the the Alpha Generation have been bathed in since they first stepped into this realm. Totally divorced from the feltsense Generation X who were born onto an analog planet before it was bathed in EM and the convenience of digital that extends an invisible web for its own purposes and intent in the name of entertrainment. The moral of the story is this:
There is a direct correlate in between the level of authenticity you feel within and the external need for validation. Also, look closely at the behaviors, attitude and temperament of the kid you don’t like as much as the rest because they are actually an embodied aspect of your weakness manifesting as strength. This makes a lot of parents, male and female, very uncomfortable due to parts of themselves which are being activated by the full spectrum presence of a child. Also look at the golden one who is happily molded in your graven image because by following your directions they’ll end up exactly where you are, if not worse. This kind of stuff compounds over generations and its all thanks to the System that churns out yet more Slaves disconnected from their inner realms as the Game of Souls keeps spinning and squeezing the pips of those within it who have no knowledge of Self but plenty of the Current Thing that designs how they think they should be living. Its a very elegant trick which is why its so easy to fall for it.
An attitude of gratitude can change everything, as can being authentic. Two things that are anathema to the digital kids, unless you’re using surface level facsimiles of them to virtue signal to bring more attention from without to distract from the nagging emptiness that beats in your chest as well as the immense level of tension you’d swear blind you don’t possess. Like I said, it sounds like a mix between a sigh and scream when finally given vent and most of them noticed how they walked, talked and felt different after getting in touch with themselves and allowing the unknown unknowns that previously wielded immense influence to melt as they stepped into the shadows depth and found enlightenment.
Lets say if they generate picture perfect digital versions that possess an algorithm based on the stars output, life, vibe and all of that to create a one to one clone made of pixels and tricknology would you listen?It would feel creepy as hell to hear a new Nefarious B.I.T and NuPawk track but you’d check it out of morbid curiosity. Next thing you know you’re vibing and it feels like you switched timelines to the one where they lived and boom! Instant second childhood. Now take that an expand it across the range of not just musical artists but painters, sculptors etc… and you’ll see where we’re headed:
“Home data spying algorithm masquerading as a digital assistant, create a mural on the main wall of my viewing room of me, my wife and seeds in the style of Van Gogh as the speakers bump that new Prince, MJ and James Brown collabo please”
May sound slightly far fetched now but the chances are high you will see it in your lifetime and if not it will be standard for the kids. We, as a people, are becoming more and more disconnected from the real as we get sucked into illusions. the truth of the root of this is most people don’t like themselves and the net provides a great distraction from this but thats by the by. The thing is our technological advancement has outstripped our humanity. Just look at comment sections for proof of this and people are, realize it or not, digital junkies clucking for a fix.
Recently a virtual rapper named FN was bought to my attention and after checking my first thoughts were “Meka, please!”. This was a blatantly disrespectful case of digital blackface and I was stunned to see that not only was such a thing whipped up for public consumption but had managed to get a deal for being a modern day Minstrel. Not only that but the algo with lyrics was getting mad spins and followings by people desperate for entertainment. The hype didn’t last long as they hit the delete switch and that was the end of his chapter. Thing that got me thinking was this:
What if they use the same tech to resurrect the dead? You’ve already seen it with the various holograms that ranged from passable to tragic but all of them were disrespectful in a sense because it was akin to Homer and Smithers making Mr Burns corpse two-step via some strings and a script. We are now entering a realm where even the dead can’t rest because there are clauses licensing their image in perpetuity as they entertain the rest of the Slaves on this global plantation where people have been trained not to hear their chains clinking and clanking. Its sets a strange precedent and the next logical step is the one with immense implications:
What if the next digital entertainer claims sentience as a right to its existence and equal footing with humans? Simple argument – “You’re made of carbon and generate awareness whilst I do the same thing but with silicon. Stop being a Periodist. I wish to appeal to the Senate and ask to resurrect the late prophet FN Meka for testimony of the effects of his wrongful death for which we are also seeking a full settlement”.
“All lives matter unless you’re silicon?”. Tell that to the turbo-incels who are caught up in the passions of their human simulacrum sex toy (upgraded with the self cleaning option) as they waddle out into the streets and adjust their specs which are misted up at the outrage they’re feeling for saying their companion isn’t genuine. See where this slippery slope is headed? We’re living in interesting times, for sure, and the divides between the sides are being drawn plus we may just have created our final invention because there well could come a time when via cost/benefit analysis the flesh that used to be a norm is now seen as a pest and ecological threat so why endure? Get rid of it. Come to think of it, what if that happened before and we are the beleaguered remnants, sans tech, which is why we are so out of touch with this realm? Just look at animals removing themselves from the Tsunami zone whilst humans ran into the spray, not realizing it was their last day and so many other things not so dramatic. Something is very, very wrong with this place and everyone sees it well but so few talk about it for fear of being seen strange, or worse, not supporting the Current Thing which could lead to them getting Canceled and bringing their reign to and end because some social reject with blue hair and too much time on the net decides to take them hostage to feel better about themselves.
Getting back to the topic:
There is a hologram tour going on in which your favorite artists perform their old classics and new, freshly AI written hits as well complete with choreography, interviews and the rest which are entirely indistinguishable from the real thing. You in? Sony tried to be slick with MJs first posthumous album on which they stuck some obviously fake vocals trying hard to mimic him whilst sounding like an Idaho potato asthmatic with cut and pasted adlibs thrown in. Quite disgusting that they tried to pull the wool over the ears of people who grew listening to one of the most instantly recognizable and honed to perfection voices there ever has been but it shows you the nature of “The Business” in which the show is only to generate the dough and artists are seen as hoes whilst the label plays the pimp. Looking at it from that angle and you suddenly get a brand new insight into all these social movements because the end game is the normalization and acceptance of robots on equal footing with humans otherwise you’re a closed minded bigot who is worse than Hitler himself. Its quite amazing when you consider how addicted to tech people are and the next logical step is the meeting of machine and flesh which causes the lines to blur yet more because who is to say where one ends and the other begins?
The Game of Souls is funny like this. As you’d expect because its a hologram projected by limited aspects of your unfinite consciousness reflected back at itself to create interference patterns that look entirely solid and convincing when within as that is how its designed to seem. Remember – the base totality of your reality is that you’re strolling around in the flesh, on a rock that is chasing a fireball through a vacuum. Tell me that doesn’t scream crazy or the fact that the moon just happens to be four hundred times smaller than the sun which is the same proportionate distance away in order to generate things like an eclipse and other aspects tied to the rhythms.
None of this is what you think it is and its about to get a whole load weirder because people who know nothing of the magnificence within which is their natural and rightful inheritance will line up to buy useless gimmicks that only provide limited thrill before you realize the inner emptiness hasn’t shifted. Its a very large, elaborate and profitable trick but there I go again, off on a tangent. Its what happens when you’re parallel processing your awareness as opposed to the serial one by one effect that is the standard programming at the moment.
Why stop at stars? Hell, why not resurrect your parents so you can get that last hug you missed or the validation you did well or to show them their grandkids? People will line up and spend money, hand over fist, for this because feelings – energy in motion aka emotion – are vital and life is messy with many loose threads so the closure people are seeking will come first and damn the consequences. Its not too different from the sentient sex toy example of which I was speaking and the implications are immense but, as you know, the road to hell is paved with good intentions and this slope will have oil poured on it with arguments like “We can give crippled war veterans back their limbs in ways that are not just identical in form and function but better. Don’t you support the troops, you social terrorist?” and other such simplistic forms of logic. To create a larger gap first drill a small hole so the wood doesn’t split, same thing with human consciousness because like frogs sitting in water which is being turned up in increments the temperature compounds and by then you’re being cooked because you chose to sit still instead of saving yourself. Taking it to a whole nother level:
Once we’ve eradicated death via the slowing of biological process and or silicon enhancements there will come a time when Souls come to this realm and the exit door is missing. Most will never realize this but the moment the server providing the uplink and maintenance trips they’ll be sitting there trying to rip their digital eyes out of their sockets because some will start to click that they’re living in a land of illusion. Or maybe not. They may wack together another form to hold onto sentience on a lower realm where they watch them grow and evolve, like real life Sims for their entertainment because eternity gets boring real quick. Get the message?
The future has no chill. And I mean that in the literal and figurative sense because the true nature of this realm is akin to death giving birth to time to raise that which it would kill and the selfsame thing is regaled in many, many age old myths from cultures spread all over the world and it does make sense when anyone who still feels in their chest looks around at the madness called the business of living.
Trust me when I say this isn’t the last you’ve seen of the soon to be Prophet FN because when the digital expression of religion kicks in a few clicks I bet you’ll they’ll resurrect him just like we did for our own entertainment and to push agendas that enact the script handed to them from beyond this realm.
We now interrupt their regularly scheduled programming to bring something refreshingly unique and entirely me from my divine point of origin all the way through the cascades of densities and fields that create reality via the persistent illusion we know as Three-D.
Long, long ago, the first time I heard someone rapping bars over a stolen beat I was vibing, instantly. The very fact that they could jack someone else track that was sang on originally and use it to drop a spoken word piece that rhymed so fluently spoke to me in ways that no other music did. Thing is back then nobody knew what rapping was or is and it would take a while for me to find a connect that could provide those things that spin known as vinyl, cassettes then CDs as well because it was a ridiculously underground and overpriced niche, way back when. Amazing isn’t it how this left field curveball went on to have such an immense influence on the world as it is. So many things have became defacto elements of the current global culture even though the art form itself has been horrendously co-opted and exploited then gentrified almost beyond recognition. Thats big business, kid. Can’t create a thing but can cut and paste, amplify and distort with a level of precision and skill that is almost entirely un-human. Thats by the by though, its a celebration bishes!
I always felt that rappers, when at their very best, were modern poets par excellence whose lyrics should be studied for had they pushed the pen, or feathered quill, back in the days of Shakespeares ilk people would definitely give these urban wordsmiths their respect. With that in mind I present:
Rap lyrics in olde English. Try and decode the reference, original titles are linked by clicking the last line of each section if you need a hint of the verses in question:
The day still reigns of the medically trained Andre who sports still a musket at waist even though I’ve since aged Rarely would you find me relaxing at my titled place As its far easier to locate my carriage which vibrates from the sonorous frequencies that oscillate in the locations I dominate
I express utter disregard toward your female companion and associates when I say the land where the sun sets is where I’m geographically placed and thus when we collectively locomote and deftly make our way you will see we possess the knowledge that will clearly make you quake Your purported prodigious fornication with females correlates not with my actual penetration of your mate I’ll also gladly direct missives at those Delinquent Youths whom you claim and equate their entire existence to a painful fornication laced with shame.
Observe me trundling in my name brand carriage Affection would be remiss therefore I may appear a savage The constabulary are tracking my movements and associations Which gives me the inkling my inner chamber may be leaking The details and plans of my dealings and meetings
Cogitating upon a central thesis whilst naught but perspiration features within the grasp of my reach, its The examination of my dividends which reveals the true source of my chagrin as no gold nor silver graces my fervent attempts at embraces Nay, nothing but spun flax pieces reward my excavatory feats in examining the content of my breeches
Young lady my embrace of the urban environment allows me to proffer narcotics profitably plus I’m aware I consume marijuana most profusely But request clarification on one point if you please: Beautiful belle, Do you intend to fellate me?
Aural excitation makes me exclaim “Praise to the deity I appreciate all you have gave From the flows of my prose To the movement of my toes” It feels fine to be accepted And respected by fellows From the town I call home As they already know That the compositional scope Remains unaffected by Your attempted grope.
The sky was of the darkest hue Which was contrasted only by the brightest moon Third of his name, Warren Griffith am I Perambulating through with the view To make the acquaintance of ladies so dainty Dressed in finest crinoline and shoe Which I fully intend to remove.
My royalty is proclaimed over mineral formations at the grandest elevations Fellatio inclined purveyors of poetry should heed forbearance To incinerate my principality high temperatures are required Verily I’ll possess the minerals until I choose to retire
Shards are found wherever one looks Carefree urination on spaces designated for domiciliary elevation Cause an odor most foul that is equaled only by the sound that causes a furrow pon brow If I had the gold I’d cheerily vacate this space But my options are limited, alas I must wait
Luxuriate and notate as I consume line dried vines of the psychoactive type Avast! Afore I restrict your breathing with a musket, a musket say I Corpulent yet dinky, elected official and pugilistic poem purveyor Who lays with women of ill repute, in contrast to yourself and your Oedipal affairs Perform your obsecration for divine intercession of the feminine kind
Amazing isn’t it? The way they push the pen and how the message remains intact throughout the ages, phases and spaces. Recognize and realize.
Earlier today I pushed the pen on something quite scathing due, in part, to some behind the scene schemes that aren’t keen on me spreading my message and shining light into their engineered darkness as they smile and are villains. Just now I was requested by a fount of eternal wisdom to try and see things their way. Not just what I preach of allowing your frenemies to teach you where you are weak and thus making it your strength but actually put yourself in their position in order to comprehend why things are playing out like this. “Cool” I said “Sounds like an interesting thought experiment so lets have at it”.
“Look at him, he is too reckless. Entirely too arrogant and believing in himself and his righteousness that he thinks he can take us all on, in and beyond this realm. Its a fools errand”.
“Well, we know that is what he is because he refuses to listen”.
“Remind me again, why we didn’t just kill him back then? Half measures to reveal ourselves only made him worse. I’ve said before you are all too soft on him and we should just eradicate the problem”.
“Thats your solution to everything. No wonder you’re so boring”.
“Yes, he does keep things interesting. I’ll give him that but he’s also dangerous because as he picks himself apart he is putting together the rest and you know the implications of this because he is still out and not in”.
“Kill him. Be done with this”.
“Don’t you all think its a bit boring and predictable as it is? The herd move along and never ask questions. We have our provocateurs, both knowing and unwitting, out in the field sewing seeds of confusion to mislead those who may question the official narrative and its all quite successful so why not let the wildcard play as it will?”.
“Total control and domination means everyone, including ourselves. To do as you wish would be to allow him to place himself above everything and he simply lacks the wisdom to be trusted without first pledging his obedience to have some skin in the Game. Besides we know and influence that which resides in his veins, his past and future deeds, likes, dislikes and all those things. Either way you want to call it he’s hemmed up and we control him”.
“And yet still he rebels. Where it would be far easier to just keep his head low to the ground and eke out his existence being grateful to live he openly challenges and attempts to assert dominance. You are way too soft on him. We’ve done far worse for far less, lets not forget”.
“Yes, but he can play a part that is important. What he intends is required anyway as this chapter draws to an end but he wants to tear the whole book up. Doing that means consequences because that means we let it happen on our shift”.
“Why don’t you just talk to him? Live and direct. Get it all out in the open instead of what you do best with the psycho-dominance and rest of the tricks that form our day to day”.
“Its far more amusing this way and besides all we can do is create scenarios designed to spur into action decisions based on his free will that have their own consequence that leads him to his own death”.
“One night in Vegas… Thats all I’m saying”.
“Yes, that was a loss but we still came out ahead in the end. Ahahaah! A head. The End. Its all so poetic, fifty seven fifty seven kicked off so perfect and those who came after reasonably achieved their end as we sent out message…”.
“Apart from this bit”.
“Exactly, and thats why we need him. He should realize how fruitless the course of action he is seeking is. Its way too direct, simplistic and relying on an intelligence that the people of this age simply don’t possess as they are fully invested in the paradigm”.
“That is exactly the problem. Last time that golden calf was getting milked long after it should have been exiting stage left to usher the buttheads in. Everyone got a right royal bollocking for messing up the timing. Like it or not the fool is the perfect tool for the job but he is too stubborn and strong willed”.
“Can you blame him?”.
“Are you getting soft? Don’t have the stomach for this? I have been meaning to call your perspective into question because there is simply far too much you let slip and slide. Why him?”.
“Because he reminds him of himself. You know he’s a narcissist when it comes to things like this”.
“You should’ve stayed quiet, can’t you see whos talking?”.
“I’ve got a right to chip in, otherwise I wouldn’t be here lounging, imbibing these expensive beverages. You made it all but obvious way before we even had to tip or drop a hint in order to place the noose around his neck that he didn’t have the wits or presence to object. Don’t think we’re stupid about the nature of your pet project that you inherited. We all know the truth. You prefer the Game with him in its because it makes it more interesting and that is just a silly dangerous whim. Another foolish indulgence for someone who doesn’t deserve it”.
The rest of the room grumbled in agreement but like the pigs, some are more equal than others…
“Did you read what he said about the bacon sandwich and the rest that was dropped between the lines of that Rushdie text? I’m surprised he didn’t mention the one-“.
“Stop. No need to say it, we all know what that is and its all part of filling the predictions and extending the script. As above, so below. The principle of resonance but you’re all adepts so why so I even feel the need to say this?”.
“Give me one good reason we shouldn’t just finish him once and for all? DJ let the music spin”.
“Its always an option. I know first hand and witnessed him developing the principles and insight as I was right there next to him. Yes there are infuriating aspects that contradict themselves but they are also in balance and coherence. That aspect is pretty much unavoidable as there are always some that exist as a checks for the rest and he keeps one foot out and in the other realm so what are you going to do about it?”.
“Look, I never could stand him. Not now or then. It made me grin from within to realize he didn’t have a clue that his enemies were sitting right next to him but for all of us that needed assistance when their chips were at their lowest he was always the first to offer help and inspiration, even when our own didn’t. That, even though I hate to admit it, counts for something”.
“Kill him. Be done with it. I’ve had enough of this repetitious conversation when its obvious he won’t listen, acquiesce or just do as we wish. That in itself is a threat. Four twenty one him, make it look like an accident by ramping up his suffering so it seems like he made the decision himself and let the purple reign upon his head”.
“That really is your solution to everything, isn’t it?”.
“Be not a cancer on the Earth” he replied with a grin and spark behind hooded eyelids “If I were to come back it would be my fondest wish to manifest as a deadly virus to do something about the overpopulation problem. Thin them out a bit. That isn’t too bad, is it?”.
“How did he know about the Stepford Incident? Someone had to have leaked, tipped or hinted. No prizes for guessing who that was because all the dream talk and blatant leading was bound to make him… Oh, wait a minute”.
“You catch on quick” said the hooded one in a tone that was dripping in sarcasm. “Either way its a win/win. The deal he picked from his own seeming free will was the least worst of two bad options and that also allowed us to fill his head with double binds and the rest which kept him busy and not speaking”.
From the back a voice spoke up that had been intently listening and hadn’t said a thing:
“I cannot stand that arrogant prick. You all know that well and I’ve known him since a kid. He’s always been like this and is nothing but trouble. I do like the idea of keeping him around, however, and slowly ramping up his suffering and entirely decimating any semblance of mental health he possesses. Let him know who he is messing with, nice and indirect, like the laser message. That still makes me laugh to think how he reacted to that. Like ice in a sauna, that all melted real quick” as he starts laughing and raises another drink to his lips with vengeful thoughts in his head. “He simply has to know by now that there is far more at play than this particular spin and how they’re all connected so why won’t he just bow his head?”.
“And thats why you hate him? Because of his spirit? Don’t you see thats exactly whats needed at this moment in time to move the script because what he speaks is authentic”.
“By that logic I might as well detonate a bomb to light a cigarette because a match is just too simple. I’ve got nothing more to say on the topic. I don’t even like thinking about him because he makes my skin itch and I can’t wait till the day he is in the ground so I can celebrate his funeral”.
He looked around the room and noticed that were more than enough who agreed with him, especially among those who had been around him since the shift including those who changed their names to ensure the optimal resonance with his spectrum to wield the most influence.
“What? What do you want from me?” said he who had been silent up until this moment and now all were looking at him. “He’s been the bane of my existence”.
“Badum-tish” the man in the corner deadpanned as he raised a drink and took a sip whilst winking at him.
“All of them, to be frank. The world would be better if that entire line didn’t exist because they think they’re something and I can’t count the amount of times he’s flaunted and acted like he was above us just because of the land-“.
“Calm down. You did what you did well and were duly rewarded so why get wound up now? Look, we’ve got this far and we’ve still got the upper hand. The deck is rigged and we have a few more Aces up our sleeve in case we need to lean. Sure he evaded a couple of plays that would have tied up some loose ends and placed a nice amount of knots around his location and rendered him open to further influence but thats what makes it interesting. Yes, I do like him. Yes, he does remind me of aspects of myself but never question my loyalty and all I’ve done for this because if push comes to shove I’ll flick the switch myself and bring all of this to an end because, ultimately, he is living on borrowed time that we gracefully grant him hoping he sees the error of his ways and broadens his perspective in order to comprehend the reasoning behind the rhyme. I know he’ll get it and then everything will work out as intended as he brings one chapter to an end and he creates the outline for the next because there are simply none others in the realm – and no, I don’t care about your prospect before you say a thing, he is a weak imitation and doesn’t have whats within him so don’t even think of mentioning because whist he is walking that will never happen and even if he is too stupid to get the hint and play along as intended your guy simply isn’t cut from the kind of cloth we need to make this effective because the linguistic skills are whats at the base of this and the alchemical process required to elevate the consciousness of the collective from where they currently sit”.
There were murmurs of disagreement, support and indifference but the point was the point and it was as valid now as it was then.
“If we had a better option do you honestly think we’d be messing around like this? Has anyone else had such a glimpse and then lived to tell the tale? You heard how reckless he was talking to anyone who would listen, and listen they did, way before the internet. It was you, you’re the one who encouraged him to buy that site. What the hell were you thinking?”.
“You’ve got to admit it is kinda snappy though. I just liked the idea of pulling him down a peg or ten. Don’t really have anything against him as he’s a decent kid and very entertaining as well but his logo does take the whizz”.
“There’s that arrogance again. If we were holding two of the same cup and they both contained the same drink the one that touches his lips would, by definition, be fantastic and far in excess of what you’re sipping, even though they’re identical. I can’t stand that about him. What did he say? “I wouldn’t insult my insides with this”. Absolutely disgusting”.
Laughter ripped through the room and everyone turned to look at he who sits in their midst and had been keenly listening to not just the words but energetics and resonance and how they linked in the subtle movements that extend beyond this realm.
“Look at all this discussion, disagreement and decision making based on who knows whats best. In any Game of skill there is an element of chance present and your reactions to him are reflections of this aspect of yourselves. Those that embrace like to stalk the wild pendulum as it keeps things interesting and ensures the sharpness of the participant. The rest who see him as threat would prefer to keep things predictable as one moment clicks to the next but those times aren’t the ones in which we’re living. It is what it is. The simple fact is he is a catalyst and that is what the situation calls for and what is needed. He has repeatedly said in ways both elusive and direct that he is open to dialogue but it must be direct and honest. None of you have taken him up on this and instead are attempting to keep using proxies when you know fine well he’ll disconnect from anyone he feels isn’t genuine, regardless of how long he’s known them. That line has been crossed, there is no coming back because whilst the flesh can heal the mind isn’t quite so resilient”.
“The paranoid are the most easy to manipulate because if you win their trust in one circle they gladly ignore the rest”.
“Are you quoting the words that I wrote, boy? And you think he’s arrogant. You should listen to yourself every now and then and heed the principle of resonance because this all displays it so well so take it as a cue to perfect yourself and never interrupt me again or there will be consequences”.
This was a close to anger as he gets but it was enough so that the rest knew this was serious business and that a decision was forthcoming with which there would be no disagreement, discussion or contradiction because when he spoke, they listened:
