To possess this planet and its natural wealth, it is necessary to possess the human mind first (with whatever works). That is The Game in a nutshell. As I reconnect with the people in my life, I find that many of them are tilting at windmills, possessed by the ancient demons of bad information. Induced psychosis is no way to live. This world is nuts. That has to end, once and for all.
Recently, I experienced something new. It was alarming how small and finite it made everything seem. I still feel the residue of it. It's difficult to describe but it felt like death was here with me, like déjà mort. It makes me want to occupy myself with life before it ends.
Humankind has been trapped in captivity by its organized "betters" for millennia. This orchestrated pandemic is the latest battle in the ceaseless war between a past of bondage and a future of sapience. Authority in this world is derived ultimately from hook and crook, regardless of how it's made to appear. This is how they wage war on humankind without the active although unknowing participation they're accustomed to eliciting. This is how the masters of reality assert themselves with their "herds." Humankind's captors naturally have no moral authority and nothing to offer but degrees of possession. This existential haunting has to end.
The God of "The Book," if he exists, is a procedurally immortal extraterrestrial of limited intelligence and means with the morals of a psychopath and the manners of a terrorist. That god, who can do all things but only through other beings, does the work of a devil to keep humankind divided and conquered. This planet is quite literally possessed by him and his human assets. Throughout its existential infancy, humankind has struggled under the weight of a massive and hostile information advantage. Now that this is known, the monstrous parasite's drones naturally reply, "there is no future."
An actual savior of this world would have to save humankind from that self-glorifying Criminal and his wretched existential construct. It would have to happen only once, and without creating a new mindfuck to enslave people by. Herod also was willing to sacrifice his sons for existential hegemony and was loved by hereditary privilege for it. The Criminal's promise, clearly recorded in his Bible, is hereditary existential privilege in exchange for division and never-ending conflict in the world.
What kind of being would accept the sacrifice of another being for its own personal benefit? Therein lies the ancient problem. It is why this world is actually Hell. Nothing here is morally off-limits. The demons think they're geniuses because they're organized, and here in their playground, "a sucker is born every minute." I may not have a true friend or an iota of worldly power, but for what it's worth, I know precisely where I am.
