Curious parables. Says the chameleon, "I'll just have a big empty glass. Whatever the people pour into it, that is what it'll be." The worst ruler is the one who rules by fear. The mediocre is the one who rules being dear to the citizens. And the best ruler is the one who is never seen, who is never heard of, but everything flows exactly as it should.
Vintage from July '25. Faces still holding tight to the floor. Every loonie sheep hypnotized by the feed. I thought it was wired a decade back when I last did some publishing. That was but a foreplay. And you keep on keeping your faces to the floor — of the echo chambers crafted by the algorithm? Why would you do that? Stay folded to this crafted finity? See you on the dark side of the moon.
Liminality. The night is falling, the day is fading. Confusion. A day passes, another rises. Cycle of clarity, of emptiness, of liminality. You have this little light of awareness. Somewhere at the back of your head. Metamorphosis. Then gaze upon the star. Follow the three wise men. Figure that out – but follow the star.
The Great Vehicle? Merkabah Ascension Vessel? Alien Chariot of Ezekiel's visions? Realms of cognitive phenomena within our reach. Awareness turns into a supersymmetric sphere on the abstract planes of metacognition. Revelations anyone?
It's all in your hand. Do not bypass. Bypassing makes you cease to exist. You wish to be left alone, into your muddy pool of vague holograms. Your absence is your lack of existence. Be clear and transparent of your inner contents. Yes is a "yes". No is a "no". Maybe is a "maybe". Unsure is an "unsure". You're actually standing for something.
Systemic dysfunction, corrupt premises, fatal errors at a scale. I'm very aware this here is mere fringe signal. Vibing it out on the event horizon of things to come. No turning the boat back at this point. The patterns that be ... iterated to their due conclusions. We are watchers — witnesses of the unfolding of our civilization.
♫ This one's for the children... ♫ Children of the world... With deep sympathy for the children, collateral macabre acts of war. With due recognition that we witness the symptoms of distorted systems at scale. Keep yourself in the clear.
Treating our holy symbols in such a casual manner! Hush, hush, the unholy spirit will come. Yo okay then. To the cloud platform with the son of the Lord of Hosts! Velociraptor then. But these are cognitive symbols & we are silly children.
Fact is, what you see here is the tip of the iceberg. No idea of where the roots lie. Take that and model what's actually going on? What you don't get or can't relate to — yes unhinged. For you, yes. For me? Find the roots and know.
Common sense. Why is it common? It's rooted in something more elementary than your particular concerns. In the good old days, it was more present. They had symbolic systems in navigating and negotiating with the world. It made sense.
Judo: the epic martial art of Jigoro Kano – game & play of push & pull. It's not that you're pushing or pulling. You're simply reflecting. Passage for the force that seeks to move. And what the hell is Skibidi then? I'll tell you...
What is it that makes you human — not an emulator machine? Being an authentic reflector of the raw living experience. In the moment, continuously. The more we curate, filter, modify — the more we turn into disconnected automatons.
Trying to be everything simultaneously? Moi? Non. Je ne suis rien. Kim kvacin bhavami. Like whatever dude. In an interdependent reflective cascade. Accounting for matters of being and becoming. Being: Field. Becoming: Flow.