Brief time
Im going to tip the chalice, my holy grail. The one engraved around the rim with the words: To see clearly and know. Im going to let the contents spill out in front of me and watch how they stream. Thats all these words are for. Im not trying to do anyone in.
Unlike the rockets over Rosh Pina. Thats a different story. One small part in a great big story that has fractured into a thousand different pieces like stone breaking stone. Turning over broken pieces looking for the answers, nothing fits together again. There is no Moses, no Musa, no chosen one of God, and no magical staff shape shifting to heal the divide. However, there are many a sorcerer bewitching our eyes and causing terror.
Deep fake. It works exactly like a cult. It begins by destabilizing your identity, your lineage, your state, and your beliefs. The second step of getting deeply fucked is in making you feel ashamed, very ashamed, and anguishingly guilt ridden for all the terrible things you probably havent even personally done, but you will feel the ache and humiliation as if you had. Thirdly, deep eyes watch you from every corner to ensure you dont speak against the language of the cult, otherwise you risk being canceled and exiled. Deep fake will reconstitute behaviour and attitudes and eventually lock everyone down into a system of logic so absurd we wont recognize ourselves. We wont even be aware as it is happening, how we are slowly being changed, one reel at a time.
I need to be clear. I need to know. That was the hook that got me into the long-time mess with a Dark Lord, someone who made himself up out of charisma, a Christ-like countenance with nuance of chosen, while using the Sufi poets language of love to hypnotize the vulnerable. So sure of himself, so definite.
If I was uncertain, he looked to be ultra clear. He pointed to me, to all of us, as knowers of the truth. Ye all know! but do you have what it takes to be it? There was the rub. Theres where he had us by our weakest weaknesses. Holding back and hesitating, we had never become what we imagined ourselves to truly be. Lifes meaning was elusive and the world a harsh place. We opted out of living worldly lives so we could live on his higher transcendental ground. From there, we looked down upon the coarse players of the world, so busy making a mess of things. Meanwhile, we were high above it all, sitting still, and knowing all of it wasnt real, its only an illusion. No karma debts on our spreadsheets of life. We elevated ourselves right out of life altogether and into the Dark Lords exclusive Magic Castle. So entertaining.
So foolhardy. The responsibility in becoming an integrated human being cannot manifest in an environment of guarded secrets, never ending twists of manipulation, and one crisis after another, weighing down our spirits with moral vexation. To maintain beliefs of biblical proportion within a Dark Lords world creates tremendous anxiety, because the actual truth is buried under a magnificent deception. We cant quite put our finger on what makes us so nervous. We cant point to a specific thing and say its that! Actual truth isnt made available. Theres no informed consent and we have a dread sense that something we cannot see is very, very off.
To carry on believing in something that isnt actually true creates havoc in a persons nervous system. As sensitive as any plant, that system breathes through porphoryn cells, delicately measuring stimuli in order to take in or keep out what we experience of our world. It is a super delicate system of discernment, functioning faster than any thought. Systems of persuasion code are applying extraordinary influence at those levels, levels of the unseen and the involuntary. Just as the functioning of our nervous system is hardly perceptible, the insertion of persuasion also goes unnoticed.
And yet, nature rallies! I know that for sure, after living through years of thought reform and brainwashing. Even when I didnt consciously know it was happening, I could feel it! Because believing something that doesnt jive with the information assessed by the nervous system creates dysfunction in the whole physical system. We dont do well when what is experienced on the sensory level is at odds with what we cling to on cognitive levels. Anyone able to recall their childhood knows this. The more absurd the dissonance, the more mental and emotional suffering occurs, an internal suffering that becomes disease. My identity was fractured, my self loathing was fanned like a fire in the wind, and even as I became reconstituted inside the Dark Lords kingdom, in some part I still knew the truth. It tortured me, that small voice inside that knew it was all a sham. It was all manipulation for the sake of a hidden agenda.
What we take in or winnow out of the stimuli around us is key to our well being. Its win/win when the internal physical systems are in alignment with a mental and emotional understanding of things. That alignment is impossible to achieve in a cult because what is believed with the reconstituted mind of the follower cannot be believed, so to speak, by the body of the believer. Attaining equilibrium between what we value as true in our lives with our experience of the world at large is also becoming sysiphean, and for similar reasons. We cant equilibriate what we love with what is happening.
Add some gene therapy to that imbalance and there are some dangerously whacky things happening.
A simple conversation outside the farmers market turns to name calling and accusations in loud voices, disinhibited from any social constraints. You dont know history! Youre a victim of propaganda! Youre an idiot! Theres nothing sensible in the loss of control but its occurrence makes perfect sense when an artificial sense of safety is at stake to defend. Any instruments of discernment have been eclipsed by the golden calf of tiktokXIGFB+. As if we could be safe inside any adopted online certainty of knowing.
There was one quiet voice amongst us, speaking gently from inside a soft demeanor. I heard him asking the one with the wild and angry mouth, Imagine if we were neighbours and my mission in life was to annihilate you?
The waves of defence and posturing simply deflated under the penetrating weight of that question.
Seeing clearly, and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt what is actual and true is far out of reach inside the deep fake goo that is pixilating across our world. Though it be in pieces and not fully understood, I feel beholden to the fragments I actually know are true. My spiritual destiny depends on what I do with those precious pieces, and theres a lot of lost time to make up for. Dark Lords will make it seem impossible to participate or to have any impact on the issues of our times. They will makes us feel weak and deflated in the face of what we can clearly see is misaligned with truth and beauty.
The dark part of realitys endless ruse has a single goal: to hide a spiritual being from ever understanding its true nature.
— Quantum Conscience
Healing comes through facing the truth, not avoiding it.
— Feargus O’Conner Greenwood
“A person who is demoralized is unable to assess true information. The facts tell nothing to him. Even if I shower him with information, with authentic proof, with documents, with pictures. Even if I take him, by force, to the Soviet Union and show him a concentration camp, he will refuse to believe it.”
—Yuri Besmenov, KGB defector, 1984