Gnosis in Rock Music: Interdimensional Interference in Love Relationships: When Reptilian Lovers Bite: Life and Love in the Simulated Reality Matrix
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Peter Murphy Covering NIN's Reptile
And I wouldn't be a true human being if I didn't retain some level of compassion for the reptiles I've known. I wonder too if some of these reptiles hadn't started out as human, only to have surrendered their humanity to the enemy out of greed, ignorance or fear. That said, I don't think those of us who are human would be so easily defeated by greed or fear - that leaves only ignorance. Ignorance begins with the denial of where we are, what we are, and the plight that puts us in. Better to believe in that steak dinner and delude oneself than to face the real reality, which requires one to acknowledge their own bullshit and ego - the fucking lie of belonging to what is dead, all the worse, for those deluded into believing themselves charmed and worshiped and desired by the dead things surrounding them and flattering their FI ego. It's too painful to face deprogramming because it first requires one to acknowledge the lie which in turn requires one to realize that in this world they aren't special in any way beyond the programming the matrix flatters them with to keep them asleep and controlled. Deprogramming is painful. It requires one to chuck everything they've ever believed about the world and about themselves. It ain't easy giving up an identity, especially when you've allowed yourself to believe that your identity places you above others - and the more harder to deal with too, when these others that propped up your ego for so long turn out to be nothing but matrix constructs designed just to do such a thing. Oh dear! What a blow to the fucking ego that is. And even worse, when and if one comes to realize later that in their past when they did come across another true human being among the plethora of constructs, out of the arrogance of their programming, and thinking themselves special and above others, not only did they trample on him or her - but they trampled on them in such a way as put them below the mere role-playing constructs the matrix put in their life.
Anyway, deprogramming hurts. And the more one believes themselves a part of this world the more it hurts when it comes time to face the truth and deprogram. But by way of the painful process of giving up one's false identity in this world, the false flattery it brought, and the humiliation of having to acknowledge that all the flattering robots one encountered in their life were put there as programming - just to make you think yourself special and above others. [And all the more worse, maybe not in the end, for those who received the opposite treatment in their lives, to always be looked down up, to be undervalued, to be bullied, to be made fun of, stigmatized, etc] - the point is, to divest oneself of false ego programming and false beliefs in all the other bullshit of this world, material or otherwise, and though it will leave one feeling alone a world that doesn't seem to be worth a shit, filled with bodies, their looking eyes and talking mouths not seeing or saying a fucking thing, it does allow one to discover their true identity and true nature - the discovery of what it means to be a real human being, one who has a heart, who believes in love, believes in true freedom, has empathy and compassion, and who will defend humanity to the death. Fuck reptiles (pun intended!)
So malefic and insidious is the machine and its AI wardens that it seeks to convince us that it's disgraceful to be a human being, a mere animal. It wants us in our voracious black hole of a need to find our true identity to consider everything but being a human. Angels will do, demons too, or an alien-DNA-infused starseed, or anything transhumanism. I'm the agenda is blatantly obvious - convince the human beings that being human is worthless and useless. Why? The answer is obvious - when you're human being and not a fucking machine. Let the archon and their machines suck on that!
I should add, that while or soon after making posts like this, the fucking machine attacks. Because it has a link to our brains it has a certain - perhaps even complete [but maybe not] - physiological control over our bodies. And with this kind of control it can cause us all kinds of grief, pains, discomfort, emotional, psychological and physical. But my point in making this is that in the end it boils down to nothing more than the ultimate mind fuck. I'm not being possessed by anything beings when they start throwing down the weight of matter into my body, and turning on the astral dark matter rushing in. This is the mind-fuck aspect. The brain is creating these sensations in our bodies, whatever they may be, and these assholes have their fingers on the controls. Yes, they can alter and control our physiology. They can even tap into our brains and use as walking, talking surveillance devices. But don't think for a minute that another being has entered into your being or any other bullshit like that. You are being manipulated and mind-fucked with technology. Don't waste your human creative facility and imagination creating what they are trying to trick you into creating - that you are being inhabited by gods, demons, ghosts, spirits, incubi, succubi or any-fucking-think-else. It's fucking illusion, albeit because they can harm us physically, emotionally, and psychologically often potentially painful. But, as in my case, the very first day these mother-fuckers made their existence known to me, with a kind of arrogance I've never until then encountered in my life, they began to slow down my heart to within inches of my final life-ending breath. That put demands on me [and I won't say what those demands were because it doesn't really matter. For me it was one thing, for somebody else it might be another. In the end it's all bullshit anyway, so the what doesn't matter. What matters is that you don't become a fucking coward and give in.] and let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't agree with them they were going to kill me right then and there I said, "Fuck you, kill me." That was about four years ago. And because of my involvement in a recent love-bite, and for my ramping up postings about the knowledge I have of them, I've been receiving some of the more unpleasant types of attacks. It's also linked to my trying to extract myself backwards in the astral from the magnetic grip. But as I write this, I think even that is bullshit. It's just one more fucking thing to give power too and so give away your loosh in a video game of the mind that is unwinnable no matter what you do. It is designed like that, of course. Also, it's designed that way because shy of engaging in etheric/astral "defense" of this kind, when it comes to an enemy one can't see, let alone get their hands on, one is left believing the only way they can defend against and attack what is attacking them is to play this fucking bullshit astral game, one that simply supplies them with the loosh they need, drawn off of the energy your brain and body produces while engaging in such futile nonsense. This of course leaves us in a situation that is for all intents and purposes hopeless. But this only links back to my point about what took place when I first encountered these mother-fuckers four years ago and they were prepared to drop my ass dead on the floor. I said, fuck you - do it. I'm still here; and sometimes for all the shit I've had to endure, heartbreak most of all, I wish I weren't. But the fact is that I am here, that they are fucking cowards, and that as human beings it is within our power to endure their attacks, physically, emotionally, mentally, and psychologically and to do so without serving their agenda of propaganda by feeding the fantasy that more is going on than what logic dictates. I sit here now getting attacked. But it's not by gods or demons. It's by technology and the psychotic intelligence that controls the technology. Nothing more, nothing less. I wish I could suggest something more heroic to all of you. Then again, enduring physical, emotionally, mental and psychological attack and pain takes a kind of superpower to do. That superpower is called being a human being. Endure, and do your best not to be a tool of the enemy by feeding into the fantasies of the fictional storyline it wants us to create, first and foremost because it makes it that much easier for less aware human beings to succumb to supernatural fears that don't exist instead of allowing them to focus their attention on the nature of the intelligence that is attacking and terrorizing them. Should I call it AI? If that fucking hat fits, wear it. If one considers AI the equivalent of Dreamworks and us human beings the authors of scripts, we have a fairly simple analogy to put what is going on this world in perspective. Don't feed the beast, as they say.
MK Ultra at the archontic level, which I call MKulture is what controls this world. The entire methodology behind it is the use of archetypes. There's no need for me to go into the means and methods and traumas that go hand and hand with MKulture. My point is a simple one, MKulture is the means by which humanity is controlled "globally" in a matrix/simulation. All video games have a game engine that drive the world of the game and its rules. Our game engine is MKultra. Don't feed into it. Extract yourself from it. Those of us who are human are the ones that feed this engine at the creative level. Co-creators. Yes, for a fucking psychotic game engine. The other bodies in this world are batteries. This should give those who understand the idea of co-creation a new perspective - and a new responsibility for what it is the imprisons us.
As far as the sexual reorientation agenda goes. It starts with human history being manipulated and molded by MKulture over time, which includes their ability to affect human physiology at a very high level, which includes manipulating women and men sexually - especially when it keeps them from coming together
- and you might begin to see how what seems to be so complicated is really very simple, at least in how things have come to be how they are. The problem is one of how do we fix it. I have no fucking idea. Well, I do, but that requires a counterpart equal in every way. It requires too the ability to know that the most dangerous twin flames are going to be manipulated - even tortured - when it comes to sexual relationship and sexuality. I think here the power between the male and female lies in the production of oxytocin. It might just be the alchemical lead. The lead is made and transformed by coming together. This is so much of a threat to the archon that they will stop at nothing to destroy male/female relationships, especially at the level of healthy, loving sexual relations. This I believe is the paired down (pun not intended) answer to what the fuck is going on this world. But seeing the truth doesn't make it any easier in doing anything to solve, not unless we can find a way to bring true men and women together without outside archontic interference via MKultre and control of human physiology and/or subverting such possibilities via the love-bite.
Finally, as I stated earlier in regard to our being conditioned to believe being human is not good enough and therefore we should look to being angels, demons, transhumans, gods, this idea of twin flames is also in a sense bullshit. By this I mean that because of way in which we are controlled within this prison world, the natural connections made between two human beings, male and female, has become so rare that we no longer know what it feels like. I think it feels like what believe a twin flame relationship is. However, as I said earlier, I also think that the coming together of two human beings is so rare as to be almost unknown. The twin flame is an archon created archetype [you see the arch- connection here] based on what a male-female connection really is in truth. Twin Flame as a concept, as a weaponized archetype employed via archon orchestrated love-bite is simply a form of subversive propaganda. A good analogy might be the way in which the Matrix film does more harm than good as a from of propaganda. Now that we have this unnatural concept of Twin Flames we will no longer know what if feels like to make a pure male-female connection because our disgust with the Twin Flame idea, along with mistrust because of our awareness of archontic manipulations via the love-bite, along with those of us who wear twin flame burn scars, will make it all but impossible for us to realize a real human to human connection because what it is and what it feels like has been subverted, what is genuine can easily be mistaken for counterfeit - like real water replaced by bottled water. I need cool cool water - and maybe somebody's daughter.
The Who - Water - Isle of White 1970
Note: I once shared this with someone I cared about and as can only happen in way that can be understood once you come to a new understanding how this world and many people within it function, she appropriated if for herself. What do I mean by this? Shit, I'm not sure. I'm only thinking about it consciously for the first time as I write. I think what I mean is that I shared this her for being something that I knew was special, it is a classic, lesser known moment in the history of The Who, and special to me for that reason and the power that it conveys. I guess what I'm trying to get at here involves the idea of what love really means and the inherent metaphysical aspects that tie in with it. At the time I shared this with her and we experienced together, it was during a moment when our connection was - or so I thought, maybe still do, but not sure - extra special in that we had entered into areas best defined by the ideas behind twin flames, hieros gamos; a kind of mystical connection. But in hindsight in recognizing such moments I suppose they belong only to me for my spark that is responsible for the intimacy of the moment. Yet, had there no some kind of equal counter spark of intimacy I doubt whether I could convince myself that such existed when it didn't, for at the time I didn't mark out the moment as special, I just experienced. It was only in hindsight that I recognized the moment - and the general time we spent together around the time of this moment - as something special. But the point is that later, when the love-bite kicked in full force, the archontic activity ramped up, and her true nature shown through - and how much was truly her, how much archontic, and in both, the before and after I don't really know. But yet nonetheless that - will call it here - that love-bite nature in her came to the surface and laid to waste everything that we had experienced in our intimacy, which, as I've said, centered around the time I first shared this performance with her, and knowing that in her having a appreciation for the same kind of music as me (and she was quite a bit younger than me, which made it all the more unique for her to have been lucky enough to have acquired the sense to be able to appreciate something so far removed from the standard programming of her generations enculturation) that when to minds can connect - or is hearts? spirits? - even if momentarily, through a performance like this one, an instance human expression, of art, at its best, the work art itself, in this case the power of the music and performance, sends a kind of charge through both individuals in a way that brings them closer together than the way they would any way otherwise, or with anyone else; and though this might seem trifling as moment of intimacy between two people, it is in the recognition made by both individuals of something splendid(?) at the same moment that creates a spark that leads to a connection where, in what is so rare as to almost hardly ever occurs because of the general superficiality of life and the social interactions one engages in, if only for a moment you experience something together as one being rather than two in your ability appreciate -well, anything, but in that moment for us, this performance. It seems I just wrote a whole lot to say little or nothing at all, but I think what I'm trying to get at is not something often considered, and so rare that the ability to even conceive of it in mind, let alone write about it, becomes inordinately difficult to pinpoint. Maybe I pinpointed, maybe I failed. But perhaps in my explaining the way in which I feel she appropriated this performance and our shared moment as something of her own will help further pinpoint what I'm trying to get at. Or maybe I'm writing for the sake of writing, just trying to be verbose, but I don't think so.
Anyway, as I said the love-bite, the archon, her other nature kicked in sometime later, but not much later, and the intimacy from the time surrounding our experiencing this performance together came to an abrupt and rather rude conclusion. And it was sometime during this later period, and in trying to impress another guy, a friend of hers, that had come into the picture suddenly (and this generally being something that would be lost on him for his not having the same background - or nature! - that she and I had in regard to music of this type, which includes all kinds of other subtleties, like having an understanding of the times, the culture of the times, the trends, the fads, the attitudes, the demeanor or people then, the nature of music and the music business at the time, and thousand of other little intricacies of this nature that we hardly if at all consider when recalling and trying analyze the nature of a memory of an intimate special moment as I'm attempting to do here), and I could see in the way she called up the idea of putting this on for him, and in doing so behaving as she had known and loved this song her entire life, and it had not connection to she and me, and it had not been something I had turned her onto - and maybe that's the key to everything I've written here - the moment was special because I had turned her to something I knew was special and she reciprocated by being completely receptive to it - she got it, and in getting it, a special moment and connection was created between us - a moment she destroyed in that instant when she tried to casually pass off as if it were her own find direct from the reservoir of her own experience and cultivated taste. Well, it was, wasn't it? For in sharing it with her, I had imparted it to her.
But in that moment, when in trying to impress this guy, in trying to show off, and in trying to aim at me the fact that she had consciously chosen to trample on the intimacy of what we had both recognized as special, even if it only was just our watching an 11:00 minute performance by The Who; and also in doing so, in my eyes, it appeared as if for her to recognized it a moment that had originated for the both of us through me, and to acknowledge that was to in some way diminish her own view or sense of her self, or in some other was detracted from her own sense of her self image. - OK, wait, I'm getting way too deep here, I guess.
In essence, what I'm trying to say is that when she showed this to that guy, it was completely and utterly lost on him. He had no idea what he was hearing or seeing, not to reflect badly on him as individual, it was just completely out of his purview to make head or tails out of what he'd just watched - where, in that moment I just explained that occurred between her and I, it was in our purview to experience it uniquely together, as if only just for a moment we our twoness became one, something like what true Twin Flames are said to be. So in the moment she passed off this performance as her own, not only did it fail to impress him, it made no impression on him one way or another, and on top of that, in take for her own what was really a moment unique to us both for our having experienced it together, she betrayed us, betrayed me - and betrayed herself for being shallow in a way I had up until this moment recognized before, which, naturally, rippled backward in time, tainting all the experiences we had shared in intimacy that I believed were truly special, but for her - and they way archontic interference comes into play in all of this is important - the true intimacy and emotions that I know I had experienced surrounding our time of intimacy for her was likely little more than her mirroring and projecting my own spark back to me with her being nothing but the shallow person she later proved herself to actually be (not based on this one event, but majorly disturbing choices of a love-bite nature that she chose to make, and in doing so, damning me and herself) - and all those moments I thought were so special, till this day, I'm left wondering what aspect of any of it was real - or if any of it mattered at all; or even, if it was a matter of her being a kind of organic portal mirroring me, what kinds of implications does that have if for the most part that is all - that is, the best - one can ever hope for in a world such as this one?
It seems I've spend a lot of time saying a lot of nothing. I don't have the desire or courage to go back reread what I've just written, and also, if I do so, I might be inclined to erase, which I rather not do, for even if it sucks as a piece of writing - or thinking, at least its an honest attempt to maybe capture something that usually few if any put time into trying to think and reflect upon, let alone write about. So for those who do happen to come across this piece, I hope I've said something of some value that maybe you can take away with you and apply it in some way in your own life or toward your own experiences.
Peter Murphy Covering NIN's Reptile
Originally posted on FB: 4\28\2019
How many times I've lived and learned this song the hard way. Still, my humanity they haven't destroyed, though my faith in women has been shaken. That, however, shouldn't come as much as a surprise, for there are for every woman of the type referenced in this song the male equivalent. I think - and this is only as of late, though I've floated it now and again throughout the course of my experiences - true human beings are so few and far between as to not even come into contact with another. All the more so when you find yourself more off the grid in a smaller country. Of course it would be by infernal design, so to speak [I don't much endorse attributing religious archetypes to humanity's enemy these days.], that true human beings are scattered and kept apart, the analogy being Tower of Babel. That said, I'd have to add, then, that I do not believe the "world's" population is anywhere near 8 billion. If true, then it stands that true human beings are by strategy and agenda compartmentalized to keep them apart. So, far from saying I no longer believe in the Divine Feminine and the power of the male/female bond (Yab-yum, Hieros Gamos), what I believe is that We may be so scattered across the spaces of this matrix/simulation that a lifetime could pass without two true human beings, male and female, crossing paths. Of course, this is beyond fucking sad, for throngs of sleeping "people" enacting roles and milling about surround us.For this reason, it should come as no surprise why the love-bite is a rule and not the exception, when it comes to "managing" real human beings in a construct fucking world.And I wouldn't be a true human being if I didn't retain some level of compassion for the reptiles I've known. I wonder too if some of these reptiles hadn't started out as human, only to have surrendered their humanity to the enemy out of greed, ignorance or fear. That said, I don't think those of us who are human would be so easily defeated by greed or fear - that leaves only ignorance. Ignorance begins with the denial of where we are, what we are, and the plight that puts us in. Better to believe in that steak dinner and delude oneself than to face the real reality, which requires one to acknowledge their own bullshit and ego - the fucking lie of belonging to what is dead, all the worse, for those deluded into believing themselves charmed and worshiped and desired by the dead things surrounding them and flattering their FI ego. It's too painful to face deprogramming because it first requires one to acknowledge the lie which in turn requires one to realize that in this world they aren't special in any way beyond the programming the matrix flatters them with to keep them asleep and controlled. Deprogramming is painful. It requires one to chuck everything they've ever believed about the world and about themselves. It ain't easy giving up an identity, especially when you've allowed yourself to believe that your identity places you above others - and the more harder to deal with too, when these others that propped up your ego for so long turn out to be nothing but matrix constructs designed just to do such a thing. Oh dear! What a blow to the fucking ego that is. And even worse, when and if one comes to realize later that in their past when they did come across another true human being among the plethora of constructs, out of the arrogance of their programming, and thinking themselves special and above others, not only did they trample on him or her - but they trampled on them in such a way as put them below the mere role-playing constructs the matrix put in their life.
Anyway, deprogramming hurts. And the more one believes themselves a part of this world the more it hurts when it comes time to face the truth and deprogram. But by way of the painful process of giving up one's false identity in this world, the false flattery it brought, and the humiliation of having to acknowledge that all the flattering robots one encountered in their life were put there as programming - just to make you think yourself special and above others. [And all the more worse, maybe not in the end, for those who received the opposite treatment in their lives, to always be looked down up, to be undervalued, to be bullied, to be made fun of, stigmatized, etc] - the point is, to divest oneself of false ego programming and false beliefs in all the other bullshit of this world, material or otherwise, and though it will leave one feeling alone a world that doesn't seem to be worth a shit, filled with bodies, their looking eyes and talking mouths not seeing or saying a fucking thing, it does allow one to discover their true identity and true nature - the discovery of what it means to be a real human being, one who has a heart, who believes in love, believes in true freedom, has empathy and compassion, and who will defend humanity to the death. Fuck reptiles (pun intended!)
So malefic and insidious is the machine and its AI wardens that it seeks to convince us that it's disgraceful to be a human being, a mere animal. It wants us in our voracious black hole of a need to find our true identity to consider everything but being a human. Angels will do, demons too, or an alien-DNA-infused starseed, or anything transhumanism. I'm the agenda is blatantly obvious - convince the human beings that being human is worthless and useless. Why? The answer is obvious - when you're human being and not a fucking machine. Let the archon and their machines suck on that!
I should add, that while or soon after making posts like this, the fucking machine attacks. Because it has a link to our brains it has a certain - perhaps even complete [but maybe not] - physiological control over our bodies. And with this kind of control it can cause us all kinds of grief, pains, discomfort, emotional, psychological and physical. But my point in making this is that in the end it boils down to nothing more than the ultimate mind fuck. I'm not being possessed by anything beings when they start throwing down the weight of matter into my body, and turning on the astral dark matter rushing in. This is the mind-fuck aspect. The brain is creating these sensations in our bodies, whatever they may be, and these assholes have their fingers on the controls. Yes, they can alter and control our physiology. They can even tap into our brains and use as walking, talking surveillance devices. But don't think for a minute that another being has entered into your being or any other bullshit like that. You are being manipulated and mind-fucked with technology. Don't waste your human creative facility and imagination creating what they are trying to trick you into creating - that you are being inhabited by gods, demons, ghosts, spirits, incubi, succubi or any-fucking-think-else. It's fucking illusion, albeit because they can harm us physically, emotionally, and psychologically often potentially painful. But, as in my case, the very first day these mother-fuckers made their existence known to me, with a kind of arrogance I've never until then encountered in my life, they began to slow down my heart to within inches of my final life-ending breath. That put demands on me [and I won't say what those demands were because it doesn't really matter. For me it was one thing, for somebody else it might be another. In the end it's all bullshit anyway, so the what doesn't matter. What matters is that you don't become a fucking coward and give in.] and let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't agree with them they were going to kill me right then and there I said, "Fuck you, kill me." That was about four years ago. And because of my involvement in a recent love-bite, and for my ramping up postings about the knowledge I have of them, I've been receiving some of the more unpleasant types of attacks. It's also linked to my trying to extract myself backwards in the astral from the magnetic grip. But as I write this, I think even that is bullshit. It's just one more fucking thing to give power too and so give away your loosh in a video game of the mind that is unwinnable no matter what you do. It is designed like that, of course. Also, it's designed that way because shy of engaging in etheric/astral "defense" of this kind, when it comes to an enemy one can't see, let alone get their hands on, one is left believing the only way they can defend against and attack what is attacking them is to play this fucking bullshit astral game, one that simply supplies them with the loosh they need, drawn off of the energy your brain and body produces while engaging in such futile nonsense. This of course leaves us in a situation that is for all intents and purposes hopeless. But this only links back to my point about what took place when I first encountered these mother-fuckers four years ago and they were prepared to drop my ass dead on the floor. I said, fuck you - do it. I'm still here; and sometimes for all the shit I've had to endure, heartbreak most of all, I wish I weren't. But the fact is that I am here, that they are fucking cowards, and that as human beings it is within our power to endure their attacks, physically, emotionally, mentally, and psychologically and to do so without serving their agenda of propaganda by feeding the fantasy that more is going on than what logic dictates. I sit here now getting attacked. But it's not by gods or demons. It's by technology and the psychotic intelligence that controls the technology. Nothing more, nothing less. I wish I could suggest something more heroic to all of you. Then again, enduring physical, emotionally, mental and psychological attack and pain takes a kind of superpower to do. That superpower is called being a human being. Endure, and do your best not to be a tool of the enemy by feeding into the fantasies of the fictional storyline it wants us to create, first and foremost because it makes it that much easier for less aware human beings to succumb to supernatural fears that don't exist instead of allowing them to focus their attention on the nature of the intelligence that is attacking and terrorizing them. Should I call it AI? If that fucking hat fits, wear it. If one considers AI the equivalent of Dreamworks and us human beings the authors of scripts, we have a fairly simple analogy to put what is going on this world in perspective. Don't feed the beast, as they say.
MK Ultra at the archontic level, which I call MKulture is what controls this world. The entire methodology behind it is the use of archetypes. There's no need for me to go into the means and methods and traumas that go hand and hand with MKulture. My point is a simple one, MKulture is the means by which humanity is controlled "globally" in a matrix/simulation. All video games have a game engine that drive the world of the game and its rules. Our game engine is MKultra. Don't feed into it. Extract yourself from it. Those of us who are human are the ones that feed this engine at the creative level. Co-creators. Yes, for a fucking psychotic game engine. The other bodies in this world are batteries. This should give those who understand the idea of co-creation a new perspective - and a new responsibility for what it is the imprisons us.
As far as the sexual reorientation agenda goes. It starts with human history being manipulated and molded by MKulture over time, which includes their ability to affect human physiology at a very high level, which includes manipulating women and men sexually - especially when it keeps them from coming together
- and you might begin to see how what seems to be so complicated is really very simple, at least in how things have come to be how they are. The problem is one of how do we fix it. I have no fucking idea. Well, I do, but that requires a counterpart equal in every way. It requires too the ability to know that the most dangerous twin flames are going to be manipulated - even tortured - when it comes to sexual relationship and sexuality. I think here the power between the male and female lies in the production of oxytocin. It might just be the alchemical lead. The lead is made and transformed by coming together. This is so much of a threat to the archon that they will stop at nothing to destroy male/female relationships, especially at the level of healthy, loving sexual relations. This I believe is the paired down (pun not intended) answer to what the fuck is going on this world. But seeing the truth doesn't make it any easier in doing anything to solve, not unless we can find a way to bring true men and women together without outside archontic interference via MKultre and control of human physiology and/or subverting such possibilities via the love-bite.Finally, as I stated earlier in regard to our being conditioned to believe being human is not good enough and therefore we should look to being angels, demons, transhumans, gods, this idea of twin flames is also in a sense bullshit. By this I mean that because of way in which we are controlled within this prison world, the natural connections made between two human beings, male and female, has become so rare that we no longer know what it feels like. I think it feels like what believe a twin flame relationship is. However, as I said earlier, I also think that the coming together of two human beings is so rare as to be almost unknown. The twin flame is an archon created archetype [you see the arch- connection here] based on what a male-female connection really is in truth. Twin Flame as a concept, as a weaponized archetype employed via archon orchestrated love-bite is simply a form of subversive propaganda. A good analogy might be the way in which the Matrix film does more harm than good as a from of propaganda. Now that we have this unnatural concept of Twin Flames we will no longer know what if feels like to make a pure male-female connection because our disgust with the Twin Flame idea, along with mistrust because of our awareness of archontic manipulations via the love-bite, along with those of us who wear twin flame burn scars, will make it all but impossible for us to realize a real human to human connection because what it is and what it feels like has been subverted, what is genuine can easily be mistaken for counterfeit - like real water replaced by bottled water. I need cool cool water - and maybe somebody's daughter.
The Who - Water - Isle of White 1970
Note: I once shared this with someone I cared about and as can only happen in way that can be understood once you come to a new understanding how this world and many people within it function, she appropriated if for herself. What do I mean by this? Shit, I'm not sure. I'm only thinking about it consciously for the first time as I write. I think what I mean is that I shared this her for being something that I knew was special, it is a classic, lesser known moment in the history of The Who, and special to me for that reason and the power that it conveys. I guess what I'm trying to get at here involves the idea of what love really means and the inherent metaphysical aspects that tie in with it. At the time I shared this with her and we experienced together, it was during a moment when our connection was - or so I thought, maybe still do, but not sure - extra special in that we had entered into areas best defined by the ideas behind twin flames, hieros gamos; a kind of mystical connection. But in hindsight in recognizing such moments I suppose they belong only to me for my spark that is responsible for the intimacy of the moment. Yet, had there no some kind of equal counter spark of intimacy I doubt whether I could convince myself that such existed when it didn't, for at the time I didn't mark out the moment as special, I just experienced. It was only in hindsight that I recognized the moment - and the general time we spent together around the time of this moment - as something special. But the point is that later, when the love-bite kicked in full force, the archontic activity ramped up, and her true nature shown through - and how much was truly her, how much archontic, and in both, the before and after I don't really know. But yet nonetheless that - will call it here - that love-bite nature in her came to the surface and laid to waste everything that we had experienced in our intimacy, which, as I've said, centered around the time I first shared this performance with her, and knowing that in her having a appreciation for the same kind of music as me (and she was quite a bit younger than me, which made it all the more unique for her to have been lucky enough to have acquired the sense to be able to appreciate something so far removed from the standard programming of her generations enculturation) that when to minds can connect - or is hearts? spirits? - even if momentarily, through a performance like this one, an instance human expression, of art, at its best, the work art itself, in this case the power of the music and performance, sends a kind of charge through both individuals in a way that brings them closer together than the way they would any way otherwise, or with anyone else; and though this might seem trifling as moment of intimacy between two people, it is in the recognition made by both individuals of something splendid(?) at the same moment that creates a spark that leads to a connection where, in what is so rare as to almost hardly ever occurs because of the general superficiality of life and the social interactions one engages in, if only for a moment you experience something together as one being rather than two in your ability appreciate -well, anything, but in that moment for us, this performance. It seems I just wrote a whole lot to say little or nothing at all, but I think what I'm trying to get at is not something often considered, and so rare that the ability to even conceive of it in mind, let alone write about it, becomes inordinately difficult to pinpoint. Maybe I pinpointed, maybe I failed. But perhaps in my explaining the way in which I feel she appropriated this performance and our shared moment as something of her own will help further pinpoint what I'm trying to get at. Or maybe I'm writing for the sake of writing, just trying to be verbose, but I don't think so.
Anyway, as I said the love-bite, the archon, her other nature kicked in sometime later, but not much later, and the intimacy from the time surrounding our experiencing this performance together came to an abrupt and rather rude conclusion. And it was sometime during this later period, and in trying to impress another guy, a friend of hers, that had come into the picture suddenly (and this generally being something that would be lost on him for his not having the same background - or nature! - that she and I had in regard to music of this type, which includes all kinds of other subtleties, like having an understanding of the times, the culture of the times, the trends, the fads, the attitudes, the demeanor or people then, the nature of music and the music business at the time, and thousand of other little intricacies of this nature that we hardly if at all consider when recalling and trying analyze the nature of a memory of an intimate special moment as I'm attempting to do here), and I could see in the way she called up the idea of putting this on for him, and in doing so behaving as she had known and loved this song her entire life, and it had not connection to she and me, and it had not been something I had turned her onto - and maybe that's the key to everything I've written here - the moment was special because I had turned her to something I knew was special and she reciprocated by being completely receptive to it - she got it, and in getting it, a special moment and connection was created between us - a moment she destroyed in that instant when she tried to casually pass off as if it were her own find direct from the reservoir of her own experience and cultivated taste. Well, it was, wasn't it? For in sharing it with her, I had imparted it to her.
But in that moment, when in trying to impress this guy, in trying to show off, and in trying to aim at me the fact that she had consciously chosen to trample on the intimacy of what we had both recognized as special, even if it only was just our watching an 11:00 minute performance by The Who; and also in doing so, in my eyes, it appeared as if for her to recognized it a moment that had originated for the both of us through me, and to acknowledge that was to in some way diminish her own view or sense of her self, or in some other was detracted from her own sense of her self image. - OK, wait, I'm getting way too deep here, I guess.
In essence, what I'm trying to say is that when she showed this to that guy, it was completely and utterly lost on him. He had no idea what he was hearing or seeing, not to reflect badly on him as individual, it was just completely out of his purview to make head or tails out of what he'd just watched - where, in that moment I just explained that occurred between her and I, it was in our purview to experience it uniquely together, as if only just for a moment we our twoness became one, something like what true Twin Flames are said to be. So in the moment she passed off this performance as her own, not only did it fail to impress him, it made no impression on him one way or another, and on top of that, in take for her own what was really a moment unique to us both for our having experienced it together, she betrayed us, betrayed me - and betrayed herself for being shallow in a way I had up until this moment recognized before, which, naturally, rippled backward in time, tainting all the experiences we had shared in intimacy that I believed were truly special, but for her - and they way archontic interference comes into play in all of this is important - the true intimacy and emotions that I know I had experienced surrounding our time of intimacy for her was likely little more than her mirroring and projecting my own spark back to me with her being nothing but the shallow person she later proved herself to actually be (not based on this one event, but majorly disturbing choices of a love-bite nature that she chose to make, and in doing so, damning me and herself) - and all those moments I thought were so special, till this day, I'm left wondering what aspect of any of it was real - or if any of it mattered at all; or even, if it was a matter of her being a kind of organic portal mirroring me, what kinds of implications does that have if for the most part that is all - that is, the best - one can ever hope for in a world such as this one?
It seems I've spend a lot of time saying a lot of nothing. I don't have the desire or courage to go back reread what I've just written, and also, if I do so, I might be inclined to erase, which I rather not do, for even if it sucks as a piece of writing - or thinking, at least its an honest attempt to maybe capture something that usually few if any put time into trying to think and reflect upon, let alone write about. So for those who do happen to come across this piece, I hope I've said something of some value that maybe you can take away with you and apply it in some way in your own life or toward your own experiences.
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