The reason why humanity is rendered incapable, to varying degrees, of discerning truth from lies and distortions is not as important as recognizing the fact as a “fait accompli”. One can conjure valid and bizarre reasons for “what caused the fall of mankind”, even concocting new variations sounding quite reasonable or logical. However, that is mind activity which subtracts from using what’s left of our “wits” to smarten up before the slaughter. Indeed, we are gleefully marching towards said slaughter like little Happy Meals in a paper sack with legs; Ronald McDonald bouncing heads painted with red, white and blue replete with bulbous fatty noses. At least it will have been possible to say of the human race before its demise, “They looked pretty”. Ah yes, we Americans can especially look to our role models and have our “stars” to thank for that! While some ogle real planets overhead, jingling and wangling our fates, the Hollywood star machinery dictates what to wear, who to be jealous of, how to climb to the top on someone else’s back and how to stab your friends at a dinner party without their knowledge while standing in front of them smiling - yup: We have been groomed to “think for ourselves” and to be considerate of our fellows.
Many of us have not been as affected or effected by the mass hypnosis machinery of universal mind control, and have awakened at our own individual pace; sometimes a startling pace. We can see this parade of fools and their false masters with greater clarity, just like the parable of the Emperor’s New Clothes. Granted, some may not see the fine-edged details of the individual automaton; those who are “seers” and visionaries appear to have the ability to observe the fool on and off the hill in all its gory. This skill set develops to the extent we are able to see our own folly and ego as if looking at a detailed photograph, and not be subject to continual amnesia. It separates us from the pack of gullible followers at the brink of an impending Alien Nation. It’s as if a pack of aliens landed, millions of years ago, interbred with the natives, then shred the native’s DNA so that nothing of any importance whatsoever could rise in the gene pool, other than vague concerns about appearances and what others think. To add insult to injury, we receive ample doses of fluoride and chlorine in our pool. The other gene is a “meme” gene; which means me me me, planting persistent thoughts within the dreamer in its walking torpor or literal sleep, lodging in the perfect landing pad of ignorance and fear, thus ensuring the growth of more foolishness.
When we talk about mass hypnosis, this is all inclusive; there are spells, technological frequency controls, advertising, television, Hollywood, peer-associated shunning and much more. To properly grasp the bastions of control at work at all times of the day and night, on and off planet, one must truly stretch what’s left of “one’s mind”. This is an attempt to capture most of the major waves of control, knowing the futility of fully grasping the entirety of control paradigms while in them. That said, what we can know of our captors is this: they operate at the level of creation of thought at the subatomic and quantum levels, right in your face, assaulting and manipulating the five lowest senses. Those senses are a battle ground for the major assault, but let me assure you this is not the crux of it. What we see, hear, smell touch and speak are but a microscopic portion of the totality of control mechanisms surrounding and within us. One can add subtle dark attachments, contracts known and unknown, operational technologies on and off planet and active teams who have nothing more to do than plan, plot and direct our subjugation and where it is in the continuum of conquest.
Everything we do is observed, since Big Brother grew up a long time ago and has been keeping its ‘evil eye’ on us from cameras, in our homes, satellites; even the very air we breath. Quantum computers, using artificial intelligence, not only direct us as if humans are being projected into our sick hologram, but the interference waves are similar to a tornado on the beach. The waves are partially controlled by the Moon. There is much more to the Moon Story, but we’ll address that later, though the illusion of time is breaking up rapidly as is the holodeck on level 144. It seems that a bleed-through of another reality, an “expanded reality”, is piercing the veil of sleep of even the foggiest London nights. It is neither shocking nor surprising to hear that many of our illustrious purveyors of pomp and ceremony are, behind the glittering diamonds and paparazzi, overtly reptilian in nature. True, they have generously endowed us with an implanted reptilian brain, but it makes one ponder: “My, what big teeth you have, Granny!” Unlike the lizard stories of yore, this tale has a happy ending. “What is it?”, you ask? I don’t know, since I haven’t yet turned the page. Lest this melange of electronic ones and zeroes leaves the reader a bit uneasy, this tidbit might assist the angst as an Alka Selzer might fizz away your innards: We won! Act like it, believe it and it is. This is a play, after all, isn’t it?