We saw a master of truth where there was a master of deception.
What someone outside of the cult cannot fathom is that we were were manipulated. In the comments they ask, Who falls for such poppycock?
One reason I continue bringing the state of the world into the world of the cult is because it may help folks understand. It is easy to manipulate people when you have groomed them to believe what you want them to believe. In the covid years, the Fauci Gang set the stage with the most acclaimed creative teams in the business, producing a media extravaganza. Act One, Scene 1, a virus forces the lockdown of the city of Wuhan in China. Setting description, Fear. Act Two, an emergency situation fast tracks the experimental mRNA shot, a new product created by the presentient & benevolent pharmaceutical companies. It is recommended for the elderly— no, the elderly and also the middle aged— no, the young people also— and no, no, please not the children. The final act shows people dying suddenly in numbers that reach the upper boundaries of statistical charts. They are not only statistics. They are our fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, children and friends. Curtains. The audience leaves the theatre dazed and confused. They believed what they were told, and if they did not, the mandates coerced them to accept the shots to keep their jobs. Rather than stand up against the invasion of the body spike protein, we believed, and we were duped.
Just today a believer took up the challenge saying, but so many people in hospital were dying. I heard it from a doctor! That doctor, like all doctors, was given a protocol that was not known to cure covid, while bonafide curative treatments were made unavailable. That doctor was given a protocol handed down by the inventors of the crisis, using a drug that hospital staff, after seeing the results, renamed Run-death-is-near.
Take one small step outside of mainstream media, visit the Substacks of intelligent medical professionals and scientists, and it is easy to discover what has actually happened. But they told us it would help us. They told us it would help others. No wonder Canada was so compliant. That narrative reaches right in to a Canadians heartfelt sense of duty, standing on guard for thee.
When youre in it, youre in it, and it is impossible to see beyond the deception. You are swimming in the water of it, like fish in the sea that never wonder, What is water? I imagine, because fish are in fact sentient, there are some precocious water species out there asking that very question.
But we didnt.
If we did question anything the master said or did, we were very quickly disarmed with admonishments that turned the tables on us. The water washed over us and we returned to swimming in a sea of delusion. We loved our captor.
But Im ahead of myself. I must take up where I left off, with the Hindu deity of hard work and service. (see previous post The Container).
I hesitate. I do not, and I did, want to fall head over heels into the soft, beneficent otherly realm of devotion. I know that is in my blueprint. I have known it in the past, discovering my calling when a classroom I sat in filled with light and I heard celestial music. Then and there I knew what I was meant for in this life. That was years before meeting the master, my master.
When similar energies of light and sound radiated down upon me, seeing a deity of devotion in my soon-to-be master, I thought I had reached a whole new level. A level beyond the careful definitions of my career, where truly understanding the meaning of life seemed skin close, nearly attainable, and at the same time, defying any earthbound understanding. I entered a territory where exploration was boundless, inside the sea of consciousness, where discoveries are only rarely made, only rarely sensate, only rarely brought into awareness. But occasionally they did come, magnificent! and when they disappeared a promise always remained, there would be more, if only I remain present, attentive, and ready. In those places of magic and wonder I longed to swim forever and never be waylaid by anything obstructive or messy. Anything could occur in that wondrous universe, a world of visions and creatures, mystical, divine, or deadly.
If youd like to know more about spiritual bypassing, ask AI. It has those files. In a nutshell, it means you bypass all the messy parts of yourself and soar into never ever land. In our case, we had the master to take us there, prepare us there for what he could use us for later, and never ever allow any real world measures to come to bear on his celestial kingdom.
It doesnt really matter what you do in this world, he often said. What mattered to him is that we stayed in his world and he was perfectly fine with anything that supported that.
What about alcohol? After one frightening event with excessive intoxication, an event that sent children running to their mothers arms, fearful of the monsters they saw rising from adults they thought they knew, is this really good for the group?
Theres nothing wrong with alcohol, said he. Theres nothing wrong with darkness, said he. Theres nothing wrong with one of us traipsing off into the woods to be found later, frozen to death in the snow, he did not say. He did not say that in so many ways that it was clear it wasnt to be talked about. You cant talk about that, he did say.
Again I stray into endarkenment.
Something in how I am made. Something in what has made me. Something in me saw a deity of devotion and I gave myself to that. I gave myself to him in all the ways I knew to give. If I didnt, he would remind me to do so. If I questioned the darkness I saw in him, he assured me that was mine, not his.
I cooperated with his masterful deception, his delusion. Without me and others like me, he could have remained a small town motorhead with no ticket. Believing in him I became complicit without knowing exactly what I was conspiring with. I collaborated with his scheme by always falling back, head over heels into a shimmering atmosphere of goneness. Gone from this messy world, removed from my own destiny, and enmeshed in his conspiracy of making money by doing very little, making it with women by making it something it was not, and overall making a real mess out of many lives.
Listen to him, Theres nothing wrong with messes.
Awesome piece of writing Jess!