The following piece was sent to an Upper Echelon Corporate Executive who asked me to write a piece complaining about Barry Satoro (Obama) that he could mass-email out to his associates.
I refused. This is my refusal and the reason for it:
I’ve just put a great deal of time into what you asked of me.
I respect your concern for the brainwashed sheep being led to slaughter.
But, this… has forever been the way of things.
And for far longer than we’ve been told is true.
Ala’ the matrix.
You couldn’t know that you were doing so, but… you have forced my hand with your request of me.
Because, what you think you should do,
won’t achieve what you want it to do,
but instead will only make things worse.
It would, actually, be a score for the other team.
Because… you’ve been living in a dream world, Neo. (He loves The Matrix trilogy)
You’ve slept for a bit and lost track of the time.
The Front Line has been moved several times and you were about to get tricked into investing energy in displaced anger onto a ‘false target’. It (in this case obama) was put there for you to act as a diversionary energy sump, a false front, a talking head for you to fuss at and throw your little temper tantrums at so that you squander your energy upon a target of no significance.
Fighting that battle is to lose the war.
So we have to back and fill a little. Have to catch you up.
The first question you should be asking… is what year this is.
Because, you think it is 2011, but you actually live in the late 80’s somewhere.
Which makes communication difficult between us.
Very difficult, because I’m at The Front, and here it is sometime near the early 2200’s.
So work on it in chunks, because I’m going to download everything I can to you from here.
I have been protecting something that I should be sharing.
Find time for this… and the next packets to come. This is more important than much of what you are doing. Because, by the time I’m done bringing you up to the present, you’ll find you’ve been tricked like I’m about to explain below.
There are many places where they’ve duped you into focusing your attention and awareness so that you are squandering your energies on the chaff they’ve been filling your airspace with.
Your finding the time to read these packets is the scene where Neo’s body is freed from the matrix by the silver hacker program that converts the false body he had believed himself to be… back to the data bytes from which it was formed.
Neo had been trapped, unknowingly, in a false word where all that he battled with mattered not to the true enemy. No ground was gained and no matter how great an achievement were his greatest hacks… all that he worked towards getting, and everything he dreamed of doing or having some day… was literally not even real.
As soon as Morpheus and crew showed him the truth of that claim, he realized he had been squandering an awful lot of energy on absolute foolishness considering the real and true predicament he was already caught up in.
I Am… the hacker program trying to free you of the false body that binds you to the matrix. It was created FOR the machine world as an interface with YOUR consciousness.
This false body has never benefited you. It has only benefited them.
… here come my helper bots…
…… looping in spirallic pattern of data retrieval and content transmission…
…………safeguard after digestion for considered rebroadcast…
……….………….”Hang on to your slippers, Dorothy… cuz kansas is about to go byebye”.
At kids clinics of any kind they always have these stuffed animals for the kids to play with. But the kids are really rough on the stuffed animals there, because they can be.
The animals aren’t theirs, so they dump their negative energies into those toys like you wouldn’t believe. The icky, nasty stuff that only a pre-verbal or early verbal child can produce as a feeling or thought about mom or dad, brother or sister that they can’t let out or accept as being theirs.
I spent awhile with a group ‘clearing’ those places; pulling the negative energies from the toys and eating it, basically.
The mind samples every possibility. It’s a parallel-processing neural network that runs all its systems the way it wants to because we don’t know how to do so ourselves; because the instruction manual was taken from us so we can’t be a threat to them. We’re busy fighting with our-self and others all the time.
When we were very young, we had all kinds of thoughts and ranges of emotion, visual images and impulses that just don’t seem right to us to be having or feeling about mom or dad, ‘I love them’ and ‘Good kids wouldn’t have a thought like that’, about mom or dad.
‘I have to be a good kid’… At a primal level every child’s greatest monkey-brain fear, feral and raw with potential anguish, is the FEAR of abandonment. Especially the pre-verbal with no language center yet activated, as it is the insane logic of our reasoning language center that overrides feelings and pulls men out of feelings which are of the body and up into the head where men live.
We bury and suppress the part of us that holds that evil view, because a good son doesn’t have those kind of thoughts about his mom.
But the flawed false self has to develop a sense of self, and so what it truly is the author of, but cannot/will not claim or accept authorship of, it rejects as being not-of-me.
Then some very large chunks of energy that were to employed as available resource base for the whole has instead now been converted into ballast and become an energy sump inside us. The energy vested within these parts upon creation was enough battery juice to keep em running for 100 yrs.
So there’s a deficit just from their being created, then disenfranchised and excised by the whole.
Add that ever present deficit, until you go in and get that all back, TO the amount of continuous never ending current our system must expend to keep all that buried away from us. And, it actually has to create and also sometimes sacrifice already created assets meant for somewhere else, to divert and jettison them to a dedicated-task – to go in there and forever wrestle with your ickies to keep them from hacking you from time to time and grabbing the wheel.
That’s when you’ve said these things… as one part of you apologized for the actions of the other, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to say that. i don’t know what came over me, i wasn’t in my right mind, i wasn’t my usual self, something came over me, i just lost it.”
And as the host of it all, you, cannot hear the significance of what all-of-you in there are saying, nor hear it in others.
You are said to be lost in… the ‘illusion of a continuous I’. (Gurdjeff)
One part likes something, but the other doesn’t.
One part says I’m not going to drink a beer, another I says I’m not going to skip workout, another says I’m not going to eat all that and a different part pops up and says I’m not going to get angry when I see him…
We don’t have to wait but a bit to hear the same… body… but apparently not the same person, not the same I, say, I am going to drink a beer, I am going to skip working out. Another says, I’m going to eat that food and another part says I can’t wait to tear into him.
There’s pretty much a part for every want imaginable somewhere inside each of us.
For every part that is in approach motivation towards the object of it’s programmed attachment, more energy gets wasted as everything has to have an opposite, and so a part with opposite values is created within us as counterbalance.
You have between 1000-3000 programs running inside you that have never been shut down because for every part we create to do something for us, a part is auto-generated by the system coordinator that is wired by default just to exist as the opposite of what you just built.
And so part of us wants to be calm, only because there is a part that uses ‘not-calm’ to get things done.
There’s a part that is wired to be sympathetic to others, only because there’s a part that gets a protective sense of security-gain by being unsympathetic. That stance keeps us from feeling their hurt.
We’re a glittering mountain inside of these dualistic pairs trapped as suicide mission enemies slaved together as combat partners in a dance of struggle against each other to maintain the very balance of the universe itself.
That’s how serious our parts take to their assignments. When given their ‘go’ orders, they’re like we are when in a hypnotic state and whatever we are told, we believe completely, because we don’t have the protective critical mind booted up with which to argue for us.
What we told those parts, in our greatest moments of fear, worry, pain and suffering, anger and thoughts of violence… what we told them…when we wrote them their mission orders, and, often we screamed it at them – all of it they believed to be true… always true, never to be untrue for a moment, but, true as an absolute, as a constant.
They believed us, for always.
We can go get them all back and the full total complete doing of cleaning all that out and reclaiming all the energy is regarded by the Wisdom Traditions, Great Schools and Teachers as the single most difficult endeavor that is possible for a human to accomplish.
It is so difficult even when a whole civilization supported it culturally as a phase-of-life right and requirement, a task acceptable to all for you to begin, at the right age. 0-20 grow up, 20-40 care for the family, at 40 walk away with a bowl, spoon and loincloth to disappear into the streets… to find and regain your True Self, your Authentic Nature.
Even during periods of total cultural support for the endeavor and well-mature fully established Great Schools to receive you and help you, and true teachers waiting there for you, it was even then regarded as the lowest probability outcome expectation they could think of, for a human to tackle as a goal.
I am making several important points with this and will string em all together at the end.
Now to The Battle… as compared to The War
It’s a strategic trick that by far predates Tsu’s Art of War, but the ‘other’ still falls for it every time.
False Front, false flag op, to get you fighting in an extended battle of no further strategic significance to the enemy and no real risk of loss to that enemy, even if you do win the battle.
Your opponents you are throwing yourselves at in these skirmishes are left there for you, sacrificed by the whole and assigned with the mission to let you beat up on them and pummel them and chase em all over so you feel productive.
When all you were actually thrown was an old stuffed animal, in a high-probability strategic wager by the True Opponent at The Front, that… you Will Have to attack the teddy bear and then you will lose track of where The Front is so you can’t come help your fellow Soldiers who ARE there.
Everywhere is this principle, and we are forever fighting the wrong battles… never to win the war.
So, because of a true, structurally developmental need, based on an actual, existing flaw of development… for the NEED of a justifiable target to throw our ickiness upon and feel ok about feeling that way… towards an… ‘other’…
…we hate the enemy at that moment, when really that animosity we feel for that justifiable enemy is still yet, after all this time, hate which is actually for the very parts of us we rejected and pushed down inside long ago.
The hate we feel for the enemy is hate we felt for those we loved… and we, not knowing this, displace our built-up stuff from being angry at a loved one ONTO the justifiable teddy bear as an outlet for being hateful toward something we created but aren’t yet mature enough to own.
Yet again, another false front op. A strategic-sacrifice-offering of jettison-able resources to tie up a pursuer is a high-probability play because it relies on and depends on a seeming flaw in our programming where we will fight something or hate something… just because we seem to need to do so.
‘They’ know all this… at the Real Front… and they’ve been using this and a lot more against you for your whole life… AS a Science of Control.
That’s why they shut down the Great Schools. That’s why they have hidden so much from us. With all of that inside us we are no threat to them. We’re plenty preoccupied with refusing to take responsibility for it and have quite enough going on inside to keep us busy, so that we never show up at The Front.
Go back if you want to and count up each place I pointed out squandered energy. Imagine who you might have been, if The Enemy hadn’t acted so thoroughly in the past to make sure you weren’t born into an environment today that could support a healthy beings emergence on this plane.
After counting up, so to speak all, that energy… turn it into a % of diminishment it causes us to live as. Then add the vaccines with mercury for a 10-30 point drop in IQ and then factor in the fluoride we bathe in and drink for a full 30 point drop.
I have all of that diminishing most of humanity by 1/3 to sometimes over 1/2.
It serves to make sure that they are not a threat to the order of things as they will be busy enough just struggling with themselves and against others. That way, they can actually build an agency just out of a need to chase em all around, catch em, spank em and send em to their prison room for awhile.
Another false front, in that we are angry at the wrong people again for the full prisons, high crime rate and the behaviors of our neutered and lobotomized, fluoride gulping neighbors.
Because of what it takes to not fall asleep in something out here, the first and biggest cut of your ranks went right there.
The next cut from your ranks will be from trying to figure out who to really be upset at, AND THEN actually letting go of all attachment and energy that had ever been displaced, vampired from you and redirected at false fronts by the treachery of The Enemy.
That was the real battery (in the matrix) they had turned you into so that they could redirect your displaced ickiness. Since we won’t take responsibility for it ourselves it is auto-directed by the universe as an outright and shouted demand – to manifest an entity who will do that for us… to act as that diversionary teddy bear.
Children need a parent.
So the devil shows up, offering you antidotes to counterbalance YOUR FEARS. And we sign it every time.
This cycle of tyranny, pain and growth will never be over as long as there is one adult left who still has a child’s fears.
That signature creates The State. It only exists because we ask it to, and in the end we really don’t care if it eats us, because we died the instant we signed our name.
You can not, cannot, cannot be upset at any government EVER for so long as it is your signature that brings it to life, in order to soothe your fears.
It is only a tyrant who would let you sign such a Faustian bargain in the first place.
In the doing of all that… there are now only two or three left who also made it this far, to stand beside you so very near to the Machine World (The Matrix) and The True Front.
Then… to find where the Real Front Line is, becomes the third cut; and by the time you discover where it is, you look around, only to notice that you now stand alone.
You are The Front.
It’s a total awareness from top to bottom that… being that, is what you came here for. It’s the purpose for you-as-being.
This is me, because, this was meant to be…. me.
I know all this, because, it was my Purpose to know it. (The key-maker from The matrix)
The attrition rate is so, so, so high on this journey; it seems as if all the others who were once with you dropped way like skin cells all around you as you moved on and moved on, never stopping for long.
That attrition rate is so high, that by the time one is at The True Front Line… one can’t even take any credit for it, as there’s no one left who could receive it.
Anyway, enough of that mumbojumbo.
It’s time for you to begin. These are the Last Days.
It has always been the solitary heretics who broke out of the box, first to strike and then to become the new note, just above the vibe of the tribe at that time.
We leap from their shoulders.
The tip of a wave, the froth at the top, can not come to exist without the base of the wave, and if there were no frothy top where would be the base?
We’re not alone… and they cannot win. For the more that are held down in suffering and for the longer they are held down, the sharper and higher is the flight of the next one who makes it up out of the box.
These are the last days, because they’re closing the box now, for awhile.
It’s about to get rough.
But, suffering gives birth to growth.
So… ’round and ’round we go.
2nd transmission soon to follow…
Win-win for All.