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...psychological transgression.
When I was a teenager I would play a game; I would sit in my bedroom and UNDERSTAND that reality was illogical. I had no understanding of how weak the arguments of physics were at that time. Yet I knew.
When I questioned reality it would seem to answer me; by dimming or darkening. The room -or my mind- would distort somewhat.
An interesting game.
But not long later I started to go mad, by some standards.
I would get wild ideas about myself.
I still do, 35 years on. But now the world is complicit in those delusions. It has joined in the game I played as a teenager. It now wants to point out, through diverse and increasingly ridiculous means, that I also am not real.
Not logical.
Now I see petty scenarios from my life tainting the past; books, films, people's dreams.
"You thought I was crazy? Get a load of you!"
I have become a kind of god; the god of madness, maybe.
I have merged with reality, and it didn't really tax me. Piece of cake.
Questioning reality or the world is simple. Conspiracy theorists do it all day long. Surrealists make an art of it. Madmen are nearer the truth than any scientist. Three routes then, to becoming a god.
I have dabbled in all of them. David Icke and Monty Python are on the same path, in the end. "Reptiles and spam!"
Madness is the quickest journey but the most hazardous. Drugs? An easy way to activate insanity in small doses...if you ever come back. If being mad or taking drugs leads to godhood then most people on council estates would be levitating.
YOU NEED TO PAY ATTENTION AS WELL. You need to examine how the illogical or weird makes you feel. It is the first feeling consciousness had when it came into being. Tap into that feeling and it connects to power over reality.
If you can bypass the fear, that is. That was the second feeling MIND had. Fear created the devil. Which creates more fear in an attempt to find love. To find another just like it. Like the monster it threatens Frankenstein into making it a mate.
I used to smoke the weed and write nonsense. Meaningless strings of unconnected words. Maybe I'm doing it right now. Pages and pages of it. Books of it. It's a relief to let go off crushing order/logic. Logic is the enemy of magic. Ritual magic works, but it is not REAL magic. It's tricks. Conjuring a lover? Do you really need to light a pink candle for that? Summon Venus on the correct day of the year?
Why not just subvert that genetic desire and get rid of it?
Find companionship with a constant flood of coincidence instead, because that's the real you.
Or learn to love the number 1428.
It will show up more often than some guy or gal who is probably seeing other people behind your back, or just into you because your an a*****e like their dad or mother.
"If I FIX YOU then I fix my parents, which fixes ME, right?"
Or is it the beard and the Neo coat? The cool piercings and the tattoos?
"I'm different. I offer your future children NEW codes of DNA. And I act and look superior so my DNA codes MUST be better. Look how crap the world is. Come with me, I have NEW codes."
You DON'T have NEW codes. You have a new COAT. Your tattoos are not DEEP. They are just below the surface. The metal in your face is NOT a weapon to pass onto your kids to defend themselves from the world. Putting a shiny thing in your ear is not going to make YOU shiny, or beautiful. But then people's mental reaction lags behind so much that seeing your earring and then seeing your empty eyes probably WILL make you appear more attractive.
Animal instincts need to go. LOSE YOUR CODES. Moral and otherwise.
Then 0+0=infinity.
Transgress. Go beyond. Get unreal so you can be more real. If not...then I'm the only one doing this...other than the supposed ILLUMINATI. Who transgress at the extreme and have injected themselves into your lives TOTALLY.
I'm not much better than them, really. I'm alchemy gone wrong too. This post is a warning then.
COME AND STOP US. Before you BECOME Disney world and McDonalds...or me.
I'm not totally like the Illuminati though...
"I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around."
I like Hand Solo...but I prefer Bobard Fett.
Now...post your attempts to deflate my grandiosity.
Moderator-proof insults will do. Or even thinly veiled threats, emoji yawns, totally ignoring me or refutations...if you have any.
And if you LIKE codes then let's have one. If you think I'm talking out of my behind then post a nice picture of the outstanding actor Wings Hauser.
I loved him in MUTANT; which was about me...well, it is now.
When I was a teenager I would play a game; I would sit in my bedroom and UNDERSTAND that reality was illogical. I had no understanding of how weak the arguments of physics were at that time. Yet I knew.
When I questioned reality it would seem to answer me; by dimming or darkening. The room -or my mind- would distort somewhat.
An interesting game.
But not long later I started to go mad, by some standards.
I would get wild ideas about myself.
I still do, 35 years on. But now the world is complicit in those delusions. It has joined in the game I played as a teenager. It now wants to point out, through diverse and increasingly ridiculous means, that I also am not real.
Not logical.
Now I see petty scenarios from my life tainting the past; books, films, people's dreams.
"You thought I was crazy? Get a load of you!"
I have become a kind of god; the god of madness, maybe.
I have merged with reality, and it didn't really tax me. Piece of cake.
Questioning reality or the world is simple. Conspiracy theorists do it all day long. Surrealists make an art of it. Madmen are nearer the truth than any scientist. Three routes then, to becoming a god.
I have dabbled in all of them. David Icke and Monty Python are on the same path, in the end. "Reptiles and spam!"
Madness is the quickest journey but the most hazardous. Drugs? An easy way to activate insanity in small doses...if you ever come back. If being mad or taking drugs leads to godhood then most people on council estates would be levitating.
YOU NEED TO PAY ATTENTION AS WELL. You need to examine how the illogical or weird makes you feel. It is the first feeling consciousness had when it came into being. Tap into that feeling and it connects to power over reality.
If you can bypass the fear, that is. That was the second feeling MIND had. Fear created the devil. Which creates more fear in an attempt to find love. To find another just like it. Like the monster it threatens Frankenstein into making it a mate.
I used to smoke the weed and write nonsense. Meaningless strings of unconnected words. Maybe I'm doing it right now. Pages and pages of it. Books of it. It's a relief to let go off crushing order/logic. Logic is the enemy of magic. Ritual magic works, but it is not REAL magic. It's tricks. Conjuring a lover? Do you really need to light a pink candle for that? Summon Venus on the correct day of the year?
Why not just subvert that genetic desire and get rid of it?
Find companionship with a constant flood of coincidence instead, because that's the real you.
Or learn to love the number 1428.
It will show up more often than some guy or gal who is probably seeing other people behind your back, or just into you because your an a*****e like their dad or mother.
"If I FIX YOU then I fix my parents, which fixes ME, right?"
Or is it the beard and the Neo coat? The cool piercings and the tattoos?
"I'm different. I offer your future children NEW codes of DNA. And I act and look superior so my DNA codes MUST be better. Look how crap the world is. Come with me, I have NEW codes."
You DON'T have NEW codes. You have a new COAT. Your tattoos are not DEEP. They are just below the surface. The metal in your face is NOT a weapon to pass onto your kids to defend themselves from the world. Putting a shiny thing in your ear is not going to make YOU shiny, or beautiful. But then people's mental reaction lags behind so much that seeing your earring and then seeing your empty eyes probably WILL make you appear more attractive.
Animal instincts need to go. LOSE YOUR CODES. Moral and otherwise.
Then 0+0=infinity.
Transgress. Go beyond. Get unreal so you can be more real. If not...then I'm the only one doing this...other than the supposed ILLUMINATI. Who transgress at the extreme and have injected themselves into your lives TOTALLY.
I'm not much better than them, really. I'm alchemy gone wrong too. This post is a warning then.
COME AND STOP US. Before you BECOME Disney world and McDonalds...or me.
I'm not totally like the Illuminati though...
"I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around."
I like Hand Solo...but I prefer Bobard Fett.
Now...post your attempts to deflate my grandiosity.
Moderator-proof insults will do. Or even thinly veiled threats, emoji yawns, totally ignoring me or refutations...if you have any.
And if you LIKE codes then let's have one. If you think I'm talking out of my behind then post a nice picture of the outstanding actor Wings Hauser.
I loved him in MUTANT; which was about me...well, it is now.
