Viewing the Machine that Controls Us

 

This morning I had conscious awareness of the various chemical and genetic programming going on that were driving my system and behavior and before written off as “magic.”  It’s not magic.  It’s a very precise and manipulative science.  Everything – the visual stimulation, the way my genetics would interact with my stories, my imagination, the chemicals and my body’s reaction – it’s all a very carefully-aligned programming.  And in those moments I had awareness of all of it, and just *that much* distance from them that I could see the control board and begin to consciously operate some of the switches.

This is my “red pill” moment.  I can now actually see how this programming has been running everything in my life to some extent.  The false scarcity mentality is a genetic bypass to compel me to reproduce and to bring forth a legacy.  The false survival instinct programming is designed to avoid risk and stick to the known programming.  Even the artificial self-image concepts were all to force certain behaviors, even if they weren’t consciously serving me or making me happy.  This programming doesn’t give a shit about my happiness or best interest, it serves something else entirely.

And once I saw it, once I saw that I can have even the slightest actual control over that programming, that changes everything. 

I feel nothing but empathy for my prior selves.  They acted as they were compelled to act.  I was programmed to believe in magic.  Now I know the truth, I don’t hate my old self, I feel so much more love and understanding for that old, badly manipulated self.

I don’t even hate the machine.  It was just doing its job, automatically.  Now I’m being given choice.

All the fears and worries about my job, finances, and all this other petty stuff feels so silly now, but only because I now have the key.  They can’t touch me now.  I have choice, even over my fears.  Which is good, because some fear is good and important, and that can get overwritten too, which can be deadly.  But most fear is just manipulative BS.

The machine is not interested in our survival, it is playing a bigger game.  We are each expendable.

Even my spiritual practice changes.  A lot was really chemical reactions. Not bad, some actually healthy.  But now conscious.  That accidental (was it accidental?) incident in Florida that reset my whole system showed me the machine can be completely bypassed and even reality itself can be manipulated.

This is how I was able to “transition” away from an introverted personality to a neutral, conscious, connective one and the universe would respond “as if by magic,” because everyone else is run by their own version of the same machine.

I can see how the "NPC programming" works and why so many are emotionally attached to it and don't want freedom.  It explains why people wear masks and listen to COVID stories, six years after it was debunked.  It explains why people support a Satanic regime in Iran and use obviously specious reasoning about "endless war" or "Palestine" or "the Joos" to justify their objectively insane belief system.  (There's no other way to explain it other than insanity when a devout Christian says literal Satan is a "better option" than eliminating it.  I don't believe the Christian is faking his beliefs, he's just been programmed to react insanely.)

It helps me see how other good people are being badly manipulated.  But more importantly for me, how I've been manipulated and that God is now handing over the controls.

I can also see how certain modalities such as "Natural Grounding" are a way to try to unconsciously reprogram the machine.  They can work - sort of - but it takes a long time and dedicated practice.  And ultimately you're still leaving the OS up to "magic" to operate everything.  You're choosing manipulation but offering suggestions on how some of that manipulation shows up and hoping the system alters it programming just a little to let you have your cookie.  Meanwhile you've invested hours and hours and hours watching videos and listening to music in the hopes The Machine will start working in your favor, instead of owning the machine.

And that person was me.  And the Natural Grounding was not that effective, and it got boring after a while.  Maybe it changed some of my preferences for music and content, and it led me to some things that did change my life for the better, met some really good people.  I look back on that version of myself with empathy. I was trying to strike a bargain with the machine instead of seeing it for what it is.  

There is a downside to this.  Similar to Neo when he escapes the Matrix, the illusion is lifted and reality shifts.  A lot of the "feel-good" patterns go away for good.  But you also realize how fake it all was.  It was brain chemistry and genetic patterns handed down by generation.  It worked, but it was always limited.  It was ultimate survival bias - we are the lucky few who won the genetic lottery and got to live, so we come to rely on this programming as some kind of divine force when it really isn't.  

We are who we are because are ancestors were who they were.  All the way through the existence of life up to us.  But adaptation is not wisdom.  Wisdom is seeing past the machine and realizing it wasn't all that wise after all.  In fact, in a lot of ways, it's a mess and needs major improvement.  

We can do better.  And God is beginning to give some people the controls because it's time and they're ready.  That is the evolution.

Finally Florida

 

This picture was from November. It’s been far too long. I’m sitting in a plane waiting to take off after dealing with Uber and LAX and remembering why travel is such a drag. 

But, man, do I miss Florida!

Many things have changed. Many patterns shattered. And I’m so anxious to see how these energies - the inspiration, the freedom, the massive breakdown of barriers and blockages, plays out in the playground. Everything grows better in Florida. Energies move better. Change happens faster. 

And soon- for a while - I will be home. Alone. 

Fire and Ice: Pulling Yang Energy in California

 

Firing off tons of yang energy in California.  Things are heating up, lots of spiritual and physical heat in my last few days here in CA before finally heading back to Pensacola.  It's been a long absence, but incredibly productive.

Expanding the container, setting old patterns on fire, watching everything burn.  The weather is resonating here, getting very warm while Florida is staying pretty cool this winter. (Wait till I get there and we'll see.)

Made it up to the mountains, bringing that fire to the ice, see what kind of fun comes from that.

Facing old patterns head on, reframing identities.  

Things like loyalty - you know, it's not an obligation.  Being a loyal person is a good thing if that loyalty is through choice and not a pattern of being the loyal person.  Things like that reframe everything.

Keep throwing as much in the fire as I can.  Feeding that trough.  It's pretty cool what you can build if you face those fears and hardships and walk into the fire instead of trying to make that prison more comfortable.  There's a certain amount of pain that comes with growth and realizing that there's no age limit on growth shakes the rust off pretty quickly.

One advantage of being older is that you realize time is too short to put up with bullshit excuses about why you can't do things.  And it comes with wisdom to make those pivots without wasting a lot of energy flailing around.

Instead of avoiding the discomfort, concentrate it.  Feel all of it, get in its head and feel what's going on.  Funny thing, that discomfort disintegrates under that kind of concentration.  And the container grows.  

So let's set this yang up in the mountains for a few days, play with contrasts and gravity and see what fun comes up. 

Updates: Iran Falling, Cabal Collapsing, KZ Rocking

 Iran is burning as the evil nexus incinerates, the demonic leadership choking on its own toxic fumes.  The Satanic regime cloaked in false religious dogma as phony and ineffectual as their new cardboard cutout of a Supreme Leader.

And BTW, has the world ever seen a more accurate depiction of a Satanic religio-government leader than the worshipping of a literal cardboard cutout?  Iran sucks as a military and swallows as world power, but their Temu Tinpot regime fucks hard when it comes to comic irony and self-parody.

I’ve been pouring energy into the dissolution of this paper mache regime and like every other Satanic structure it folds like Weird Al Yankovic’s accordion during a polka montage.  If it wasn’t so personally satisfying and amusing it would feel like a waste of energy.  These sheet-heads lack the potency of a typical goat rapist. 

The fact that Obama took these clowns seriously enough to try and let them have nukes and hand over pallets of cash doesn’t say much for his standing as a president, but it sure lends a lot of credibility to the assertions that he was a down low bottom in his marriage and other dating endeavors.  And probably swallows too.

One week in and decades of inferior Russian and Chinese technology has been vaporized, along with the bathtub navy and some of their oil infrastructure.  The giant fireballs are a nice touch.  I’m sure the Prince of Darkness (no, not the dead overrated singer) appreciated that, though he has to be otherwise pretty disappointed in his overall work in the Middle East.

These losers really thought the Twelfth Imam was going to stop what he’s doing and hang out with that clown show.

They have their own Baghdad Bob, who I’m pretty sure Trump and Netanyahu are keeping alive solely for the comedy. And he’s only slightly more accurate than our own empty-jar heads Douglas “Retard” McGregor and Matt “all forehead and no brains” Gaetz.

And let’s not forget Tucker “I have scratch marks from demons” Quatarlson, the only person to fail the Special Olympics entry exam.

This is a sad sack of a Luciferian lineup.  Hard times for the underworld, bro?

I’m not sure why we were letting energies be blocked over these blockheads, but if we’re going to have a spiritual war, we really need to find more worthy adversaries to make it interesting. Maduro was snatched up so quickly he became a one-word knock-knock joke.  Cuba is filling out its surrender papers and wetting itself every time someone lights off an M-80.

Meanwhile Trump is using the World Economic Forum to try out new comedy routines and USAID is a faded Subaru bumper sticker partially covered up by Bigfoot.

Sure, the Democrats will probably win in the 2026 elections, but only because the swamp needs to switch tops and bottoms regularly to avoid bruising.  They can barely pass gas and half the chamber has to pass a weekly challenge to prove they’re not dead.

Oh and in “half-surprising news” it turns out professional loser and “spiritual guru” Deepak Chopra, whose teachings are adored by dozens of mentally unstable people who can’t get laid, was hanging out with Epstein.  Half-surprising because it’s odd to think Epstein would hang out with someone that lame.  Yes, even compared to Bill Gates.

Love and light continuing its perfect batting average of zero.

This Cabal is as soft and impotent as Lincoln Project orgy.  And as ugly and pathetic, too.

It’s hard to believe we’ve been holding back energetically over these losers.  Even worse when you consider that around 2015 we had empty water weenies on the Ken Wilbur circle jerk forums celebrating the lame Iran nuclear deal as some kind of spiritual awakening.

No, the douchebags will not inherit the earth.  Just Mom and Dad’s 401k, which they’ll squander on ironically-named “men’s retreats.” (Speaking of soft and impotent things.)

So what is “Intergral”? One part arrogant, one part clueless, one part insane and two parts retarded, mixed with a steaming hot pile of bullshit and baked at 350 degrees for twenty years or until everyone dies of boredom?  The things I’ve wasted my time and energy on.

“Hella” lame.  Just like “hella.”

It feels good to be out in the open, letting it all hang out and taking out the garbage. It reminds me a little of clearing out all that crap from my house after the tenants skipped town without paying and left their raging alcoholism all over the kitchen.  I got to know the people at the Escambia County dump pretty well, but wouldn’t want that again.

I’ve had enough of laying low, hiding in plain sight.  I mean, it worked.  The hiding in plain sight worked so well I was even hiding from myself.  Life’s too short for that kind of crap.  If you can’t take my energy, best get out of my way. 

Or if you’re in Iran, scream “Aloo Whackbar” really loud for dramatic effect.  Fireball incoming.