I’m not so sure, but then we can’t be certain about anything.
Science tells us that our reality is an illusion, that atoms are made of almost nothing, that parts of the atom disappear someplace and reappear, that what appears solid is anything but. Science tells us that we don’t touch things, that what we feel with that sense is nothing but an arrangement between the atoms that we believe we are touching and the atoms which make up the apparent solidity of the creature we call “I”. They refuse to touch each other, repel each other and it is this force of repulsion that we interpret as touch. Our nerves pick up this interaction, codify it as an electric impulse and send it to the supercomputer we call our mind, which interprets that signal and informs our consciousness that there has been a proximity-event.
Think of that when you stroke your cat.
Your sight, as you know, is just such an electronic interpretation.
Something we call light bounces off something we perceive as solid and this reflection enters the biological instrument we use to collect this light-bouncing-data and that we call our eye. In turn, our eye converts this information into electrical impulses which are delivered to the supercomputer where an image is formed of what we think of as reality.
Science can explain these functions now, but is yet to identify the location of the creature we call “I”, cannot find where our consciousness sits within us or even if it does sit within us or is remote.
In summary then, what we think of as life in this reality is an interpretation of electrically presented data by an instrument we call our mind delivered to an entity we call our consciousness, the location of which we are ignorant of.
All of that data concerns itself with the position of and activity of things we call atoms, which are largely composed of nothing despite their apparent solidity and parts of which are only sometimes where we think they are and are sometimes somewhere else we are ignorant of.
That creature we call “I”, that elusive consciousness, can be encouraged to perceive this “reality” differently with the addition into the mix of some chemical compounds that affect its functionality. Some, for example alcohol or cannabis, mildly disrupt the picture. Some completely transform the understanding of reality that our consciousness experiences. When we dream, melatonin conjures a new reality to experience whilst the body sleeps. Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) allows our consciousness to travel elsewhere, to perceive a different reality, and perhaps we learn from those that have experienced these thins an inter-dimensional transference of our thought processes occurs that our science has yet to develop the measurement of.
From these understandings comes the understanding that we cannot rely on anything we believe we are experiencing via our consciousness, that consciousness itself can be induced to perceive things differently and that the reality it perceives is only unreliably “real” and in substance may not in fact be there at all.
Science tells us, via the double-slit experiment, that this reality behaves differently when we watch it to how it behaves when we don’t.
In short, we are still a long way from understanding even those things we take for granted, even those things we have felt we have always understood. Our reality and our perception of it are still conundrums, still mysteries wrapped in enigmas. We have yet to discover what we truly are, and still further from discovering what consciousness had an almighty hand in our creation.
This seems to be a leap, but isn’t. What our science is now slowly unpicking are the secrets of the art of creation itself. At the atomic level we see that the illusion of reality is just that, an illusion. Einstein described it thus, adding that it was “albeit a very persistent one”.
Reality is a picture show, the shadows of Plato’s cave, we the incarcerated prisoners witnessing and believing in the phantasmagorical silhouettes.
We see the intelligence behind this construct in living things, in the double-helix of DNA, and can only marvel at the intensity of detail in this construct that enables self-replicating biological entities to be generated out of raw matter, out of the unsteady and unreal atomic energies that apparently exist, but may not. Take the wonder of the act of conception, the mingling of DNA from sperm and from egg, the development of stem cells and then identifiable organs and body parts and how the mother, without conscious thought but on auto-pilot creates this new living entity by consuming and reprocessing the atoms that form bread and cheese and milk and air and chickens and fish or whatever and creating new cells, new life from atoms that were themselves created billions of years ago and were once tree or rock or star.
We are truly amazing constructs, vehicles for the experiencing of life in something called time and space that themselves are constructs. The further out into space or inwards into the inscape, the small spaces, the more we discover the wholeness and the infinite nature of the model. Perhaps, even, the model itself increases in response to technical enhancements in our ability to investigate the model. The further we look, either inwards or outwards, the more there is to see.
Computer game creators will understand this concept, and perhaps see the way it could be done at a simple level. Perhaps, if we survive another thousand years, we will understand how to create such a leviathan ourselves, and perhaps know how to put our consciousness within it, and perhaps that is what this all is?
Certainly, some of our finest minds are examining this idea.
And so to the crux of the matter.
Readers here of long standing know that I believe us to be creatures of pure love, that this is our natural state, our born-condition. They know that I believe the hardware that is our mind downloads software that we call life-experience. In that downloading many false concepts are implanted that cause us, through trauma, to bury the creature of love beneath and outer shell, a body-mind that strives to exist and to continue existing in an increasingly hostile environment. We become split personalities. We are all of us victims of a multi-generational Monarch mind control system that takes perfect creatures of love in a perfect reality and mis-shapes them into the monsters inhabiting the hell on earth that we have allowed our existence to become.
Long-term readers will also know that I understand that there are entities that have been the architects of this havoc-wreaking, that they are behind all of the societal structures that squeeze us into this gap between a rock and a hard place, that they foisted upon us ideas like race and nationality and religion and money and hierarchy and competition and war and legal regulation rather than natural law. They will also know that they are silently and not so silently killing us now, understanding that our growth in number equates with a growth in collective intelligence and that, between us, we are discovering their hands in this travesty. They will also know that I believe we are at a threshold, a choosing point, a tipping point and that we hang in the balance as a species right now, that if we collectively awaken to this understanding we have the chance to restore humanity to its true, natural condition and from that point, with the freeing of knowledge that will come from the disposal of the control-tool called money, that we will advance into an unrecognisably wonderful future.
And in that future we will tell the truth to each other, because the truth is all there is.
Understand it is not the truth that will set us free, but its telling.
So who are these entities?
That they are inhuman, by every definition of that word, is indisputable. We see their sickness everywhere. They take our children and despoil them and murder them and delight in the destruction of such beauty, such innocence. Sometimes the murdering paedophiles get up close and ugly in this sport, sometimes like Churchill they order the bombing of Dresden and slaver at the prospect of a hundred thousand or a million such murders. That such creatures are amongst us is not in doubt. Many years ago we called them demons, possessed of the Devil, but have largely been discouraged from this view by the very hands that shape this false reality. That they turn some humans to their evil through their mind-control is easy to see. The young scientists they lure into their “defence” industries that win awards and fat pensions for developing better, more evil ways to slaughter our tribe. The grunts that laugh as they pour depleted uranium time bombs into our atmosphere. The sick and degenerate nuclear scientists to a man and woman that pervert the very building blocks of creation and seed our home with million upon million of future cancers that wreak havoc and grief and misery on our kind and will do so for centuries, forming as they do the next generation of fear-battered slaves.
When we look again at our histories, strip away the false reporting and the ideas of nation and honour and righteous vengeance, the ludicrous concepts of religion and the differences they create between us we see the same bloodlines, the continuity of an evil that we used to call Satan.
There are those amongst the leadership of the awakening souls that point the finger of race and say that they are Jews, these entities, Ashkenazi, as if there were some genetic difference between us humans when we know, from experiment, that there is more difference between a 100 monkeys on a single hillside than there is between the entirety of our human tribe. That this Jew hate is manifest identifies, more than any other thing, the agents of the deceivers amongst us. It has been a recurring theme of the evil to label and then slaughter those that call themselves Jew. It is evident to the student of history that the hands that create our reality have it in for them and indeed created the state of Israhell to collect them mostly all in one place for the convenience, at some future date, of annihilating a goodly number of what is left of them.
The false reality is created from a plot line, from a script, is full of false ideas that we have all come to believe in and identify with and call our own and which are so powerfully embedded into our psyches that we cannot conceive of life without them. In this we have become the co-creators of this hell, building our own prison walls and becoming each other’s jailers. Without this co-operation the entire construct would fall apart, but that would involve us conceiving of a place without religion, without money, without nation, without hierarchy, conceiving of a place built on trust and love and care, conceiving of the idea of one tribe, of sharing what we have and what needs to be done.
It would involve us beginning again, of writing a new script.
WE do not, in this, have to slaughter the devils amongst us. This would be what they would expect us to do and, they understand, do no harm to them. Witness every violent revolution they have led us into and see how it has strengthened their hands, led to more evil amongst us. Witness the chaotic uprisings that beset us everywhere now and see the same hands, the same old outcomes, the same deceptions and the same willingness to fall for them.
The new script’s beginnings do not begin in violence but in the simple act of us all collectively walking away from every hierarchy, every power construct, every societal and belief structure they have built.
When we lived as tribes, before there were kings, before there was hierarchy, before there was money we found ways to organise ourselves and settle our disputes and in doing this we found the wisest and the most just and those who had an understanding of love amongst us to act as arbiters. We were family then.
We are family now.
Knowing how little we know of reality, how little we can explain but feeling the threads of this story, seeing the glimpses in archaeology of previous renditions, listening to the rumours we share of previous advanced civilisations one is forced to wonder if we have been at this juncture in the tale before?
That time we failed to break free.
Are those that control our reality confident that the story will be repeated, or will this time the outcome be different?
Our future awaits us, if we can but find our way.
Olive Farmer and Aktina Pempti.
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