Wherever we are conditioned in any particular way, we are at risk.
Conditioning is a ball and chain, unless you have been raised up somehow differently. That kind of difference is about as rare as the Canadian truckers honking for the Charter of Rights during covidcrisis. You could argue that Canadians have been conditioned to believe in their rights and freedoms.
Its a rare human life that lives without conditions. Emerson. Nietzsche. Whitman. Others I don’t know. Others we will never know because they have lived, or are still living, deep under the radar. Most of us live with conditions forced upon us in the ways we must live, the ways we make our choices, the things we believe in, along with our desires for more of whatever our ball and chain will allow. Some of us have long chains and little balls, or short chains, big balls, big and long, short and small. Everyone has their ball and chain, individualized and case specific, with individualized and case specific potential for giving it the slip. We repeat ourselves until we learn the lesson of our ball and chain.
Giving the slip to balls and chains in a cult is almost impossible. Theyre such handy tools to the leaders advantage.
I wonder if the sitting silent buddhists breathe away their conditioning and finally walk through the world free to act out of their realized compassion rather than conditioned desires? Even being dragooned by Chinese conquerors, the Tibetans believe in something beyond such worldly illusions. Gaté, gaté, paragaté, parasamgaté. They find solace and mercy in knowing this existence is suffering for everyone. They look at their enemies and see their greatest teachers.
The motorhead was a bad teacher but I can learn from him. I have seen the history of the world in the mechanics of his control and coercion. The working world of secret governments, ponzi financiers, and blind citizens who are drugged by psyops succinctly defines the mechanics of a cult system. How anyone becomes enamoured of a charismatic leader can be realized in my own ball and chain, or my IG account, or wherever I stop to scratch the surface on my evening scroll. As if Im in recovery, I must first admit I have been programmed. I continue to be programmed. I am conditioned to live enslaved inside a rigged system.
For anyone still wondering, or wondering all over again as I often do, what these words are for and why they are published, I am intent on finding out what I dont know. Im not the best at this, but the best for my own sake. Truly thats the crux of Cultura Cura. I believed in someone who misrepresented himself as being better and above and beyond, for the sake of his own gain. Now is for distilling out what Im responsible for. Whats more, it is out in the open here for your review, come as you are. The best result I can imagine would be a healing response to a lived in experience you also know. With awareness given to what is similar, a cure may be reached. I hope I can get deep enough for that.
In a dream, I was working with some delicate energies and was overstimulated. Numerous channels, all full bore, and I was open. Lots of information poured in, unfiltered and subtle, so there was no conscious awareness of everything that was downloading. Story after story after story, each one describing a singular condition for okayness. DNA strands. Genetics multiplied by the polarity in each story, the light and the dark of each condition. I am looking into the shadows to see, with a light shining from behind, through all the bits and pieces, the many different lenses I have puzzled together for perception.
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.
I have been conditioned to behave as I should. I know what is wanted. What child doesnt learn this quickly, intuitively, psychically, sometimes brutally? Like rubber tracks for hot wheels, conditions are laid down early in childhood, into the mind and into the body. Over a lifetime, these ways and means become devotional through repetition, almost impossible to reroute. Even in rebellion, we are trapped in a reaction to the very conditions we wish to get the better of. Could that be why all this gene manipulation is going on? The age-old longing for transformation of our conditioning by way of spiritual methods simply hasnt panned out. Forget your physical disciplines and super hard trainings! Stop meditating. Dont heal. God-men are making changes for us now! Theyre aiming for the internal warp and woof of humanity with an injectable, and the untested future of a different kind of human.
I look at old black and white photographs, still available on the web. Prisoners in Buchenwald enduring experiments so vile and inhuman I wonder what aliens have descended upon us, who live and move and have their being in humanoid bodies for the sake of pushing the human psyche and physical body beyond, beyond, way beyond humane limits and boundaries. I dont like looking at these photographs, but I imagine there is repetition at large and coming our way! Body counts are rising, sudden death is upon us, the birth rates are falling and, if not for our own sakes, shouldnt we speak up for those who have not survived? Maybe then we wont repeat ourselves by complying.
The motorhead knew all about conditioning and pointed right to it. With his repetitions 24/7 bearing down on our psyches, he claimed choices are made long before any chance to freely choose could ever arise. Hence we were hooped. But! He could come to our rescue.
Im listening for repetitions in my feed, in my news, on my Telegram, the repeating bits that eventually I wont see or hear anymore. Engrams cutting deeper into my brain without any conscious thought. Then suddenly comes the linchpin, inserted in the planted pattern, pulling all the engrams into position for the sake of our leaders.
Of course theyre not our leaders but they lead us all the same. Covertly, in their repeating messages.
There are countless conditions we grow up with and live in and unconsciously act out of. True enough. Pointing out these conditions as a limitation to our evolution, the penismind would invite us to let go of any moral boundaries along with the conditioned filters that he convinced us were repressing our abilities. He continually pointed to the line in the self that kept us from our golden inevitability. Any questions? It is for a greater good, for the good of everyone and everything. Choosing differently could be isolating. All of his children, captured in conditioning, rather than being released from unconscious conditioning, were evermore narrowed by his vision, their power of choice given over entirely to him. The boundary-less realm of the penismind, where all filters must come off, reduced seekers to slaves and servants in his kingdom of conditions. I mean, manipulations. Conditions. Manipulations. They go together, dont they? Wherever I am conditioned I can be manipulated.
Remember when questions about mandates being unnecessary were criminalized, fact-fucked, and strategically suppressed by freewheeling government agencies? What conditioning allows for these variants? Where have I been told, repeatedly, that other points of view are dangerous, misinformed and should be dissed by any thoughtful caring person?
Like most evil plots, the results are bound to backfire and boomerang humanity back to its most vulnerable point. A point within where a person cannot be bought. For what your wares and warnings? They mean nothing to the fearless and the unconditioned.
Look at that one singing! No ball and chain!
The coercion begins in small things. Innocently. Everyone gets what they want but its not a big deal. Its not a party island with minors for the wealthy as Oliver sings. Its not another island on fire with 1700 kids missing. Little things. Its in the little things, said the Bible, and the motorhead said so too.
No big deal when its something small. It comes later when those small conditions are compounded and well established. You dont even feel that ball and chain as you move through your day, until one day, someone you love is asking for something that makes your guts twist. A line inside of you says this isnt good while the air around you chokes with I must and the room rings with I should because your B & C tells you all will be lost if you dont. Its the last thing you know to do but you buck up and make good.
Afterwards, come all manner of lies to convince the self of something sacrificed for something greater. That message was repeated so many times. It was for a greater good. That was the extent of informed consent.
In the cult, we were told that any engagement with ideas of our human rights was an illusion. The first thing you learn when you die is life isnt fair. Like he knows. If we were concerned about our personal rights and freedoms we were wrapped up in The Self. Our ungainly, misguided Self, with its coarse ways and manners, dismiss it! Its deluded.
The promise of love, the temptations of lust, the belonging with others, all of that fades in the truth of what was given for nothing. What was given reveals where I was bought. Not the generosity of frugality but in giving to get something, conditions for getting by in the cult.
In the past conditions were infused by parents, teachers and social groups. Nowadays conditioning is laid in through copper wire, fiber optic, satellites, and 5G towers direct into muscle fiber and nerve. My fingers now on these plastic keys. Your finger sliding across this screen. Artifice enters our flesh through waves in the sky and into our hands. We have become Mother Natures changelings, swapped out for the real. Man made and falling from what once felt so right.
I imagine rebuilding in small ways. Wholeheartedly inhabiting the body so as not to be carried by the sheer physical momentum of prior histories and conditionings. Remembering the ones who died, who no longer have a voice, even as they hover close, waiting for the truth to become seen and known. I could sit still and silent for a little bit everyday, watching where my thinking ends up, perhaps unearthing a belief that has consigned me to servitude in a corrupt system. I can walk ten thousand steps every day, clear my mind and reorganize my thoughts along the lines in my self that I love and aspire to. I can continue with these letters to you, dear friends and family, in hopes that the mix of confusion, defiance, and conditioning within my experience may be cleared away and the truth be unmasked. The lesson in my ball and chain finally learned.
Yes, I imagine also. The wait for the truth, the requirements for the truth, the payments for the truth are a time insistence. It's up to me, its up to me, its up to me. Truth is my promised middle name. We've been trying to find it multiple epochs. Try try again. Is it how many false narratives/beliefs one can let go of, how shut the fuck up we can learn to be, how elite/ grounded is the power base of decent we can join and be safe to see or shape it all up, can I be protected or placed at risk, what is the secret to the fancied beyond? Can we create a story that isn't captured by separation? We should be able to do that, eh?
"The state of interbeing is a vulnerable state. It is the vulnerability of the naive altruist, of the trusting lover, of the unguarded sharer. To enter it, one must leave behind the seeming shelter of a control-based life, protected by walls of cynicism, judgment, and blame."
Charles Eisenstein