An address to the dead
An excellent read
https://standuphistorian.com/world-history/an-address-to-the-dead/
Your masters have been preparing their twenty first century "Bastille" to keep you and your children in order. The technomancers are slowly introducing their nightmarish Global Village in which you will live, not as free human beings, but as compliant numbered sheeple in "mind-forged manacles." Privacy and independence will be of the past. The sky will be whatever color your wardens say it is. They will assure you that things are safe and secure, and that all is well. And you will utterly believe their lies. It won't matter that the hands that soothe your anxious brow are those of mass murderers.But before we play the blame game, let's first realize that it's you who inwardly craves an externally imposed order. You bring tyranny into being, and just because you don't face that fact, does not make it any less true? The leviathan does not come after you. You swim into its jaws with your own effort. You have had to accept that the world is spherical, but you'd prefer it to be flat. You know that you are judged by your deeds, but continue judging politicians by their words. A bit of highfalutin rhetoric, a dollop of tasty sophistry, and off to town you run, to scratch an "X" in the box for one more grinning psychopath.
Your opinions are baked daily for you by the media and served up hot on TV. And you will believe what they tell ya. It’s not what you think that matters, but what Larry King, Oprah, Limbaugh, O'Reilly (and other Jesuit stooges and British agents) tell ya that does.
Their Orwellian "Talismanic" mantras guide your life - Danger! Terror! We must give up liberty for freedom! We must, we must! Okay, but just remember that the walls that keep would-be enemies out, also keep you in.
You don't want to face the fact that you and your children are victims in a global snuff drama, or that what you witness every evening is a well funded ritual - an act of sorcery.
You dare not change your allegiances, because you are far too scared to rock the boat. Instead you cling like a limpet to your particular dogma, pitting yourself against you counterpart on the other side of the spectrum. You don't hear the laughter of your Masters amid the clamor of your own mental racket.
Better to remain in "Slave-Think" and do as the Puppet-Masters say. Truth is the world's most destructive thing, and you want nothing to do with it.
It's time for you to learn who your true enemies are. They are not the pompous demagogues seen on TV or in the New York Times. They are goons who occupy lower tiers of the great power pyramid. They are drunk with desire for power and will do anything to rise in status. The elites know all about the avarice of their self-serving agents. They use that greed to great effect. The elders at the top of the power-pyramid blind the world with a certain kind of light. They are Luciferians, after all. They occupy the white squares of knowledge and keep you on the black squares of ignorance.
That is how the great geopolitical game is played. They have a myriad ways of making sure you don't stray from the pen they've created for you and your erstwhile fellows,
You are not miles apart, you are ideas apart. And so you have hatreds, enemies, problems, stress, suspicion and confusion. And you're aggressive because, like infants, you insist that reality take on the shape of your preposterous ideas.
It won't take it on, so you get more hardened, frustrated and aggressive as time goes by. You're destructive toward others and primarily toward your own Self. You envy and despise those with better ideas, but make friends with anyone who corroborates and endorses your infantile and contradictory ideas - those colleagues, work mates, priests, pastors and gurus.
You don't realize how these maniacs have poisoned and infected you with their sick memes and ideas. Your leaders, the most toxic of the lot, are the self-murdered. They are possessed by something dark and vile, and are eager to spread their disease. They won't stop until the entire world is sodden and infected. Is that what you want? Do you want to be infected in this way and be like them? You must do because there you go, once every four years, scrawling your mark on the box, voting the parasites into office over and over again. You always adore living conformists and dead rebels.
You have identified with the objects of your hate, as you have been taught, and have received a rickety form of psychological security as a result. The true teachers speak of the beauty of change, spontaneity, mutability, curiosity, free thought, and new perspectives.
But that kind of advice threatens your paper-thin sense of security. So when the teacher speaks, your brain goes on the blink. You prefer the smell of vomit. You adore the drivel of predigested cliches, platitudes and half-baked rebuttal. You crave the parroted sound bites from the smart-ass, double-speaking, wiseacre, shock jocks and talking heads on TV. An attack on your silent and unseen contract with the sorcerers strikes at the root of the self-induced hallucination that has you believing all adversaries and pathogens are external in origin, and that the problems that befall are political rather than psychological in origin. But that is okay. You can live out this lie all the days of your lives if you so desire. And you will do so, because it gets you off the hook.