Imagine if This Was Your First Time to Visit Earth- You'd Probably Think We Are All Crazy Here
It's been a long time since I pretended to be an extraterrestrial being who is visiting this planet for the first time, and in the meantime I've started getting cozy with some of the customs of the land here, even becoming numb to some of the traditions that I once mocked.
It's so easy to forget that many of us are under a grand spell, and it's too easy to see the illusion but then say nothing, playing along with the puppet show as if it were meaningful and real.
It is a spell though, isn't it? Mass-hypnosis for the sake of our cultural indoctrination, all of the tricks that keep us enslaved in our minds. Why else would we create a such a kakistocracy to live under, gangs of rulers made of the worst elements of society, and proudly live under its bloody flag?
Maybe our kakistocratic republic would more accurately be described an occultocracy, a government made of hidden groups, unseen individuals who feed off of the society using occulted psychological tricks to persuade a population of human beings to hypnotize themselves collectively.
Why else would we-- with one side of our mouths-- claim to be against war, while our left hand is pulling levers and pressing buttons which empower a parasite class of criminals, a den of priests who depend on war for their dark rituals?
In our hypnosis, we make ourselves believe that we are cool with the blood that is spilled as long as the meat comes to the table, and as long as the games and shows are still on, we seem to be enjoying ourselves as we play along with the massacre.
Spellbound and abandoned, we are terrified of the police, while expecting them to protect us. We fund a well-organized, centralized gang of criminals with our counterfeit dreams of moral governance, hoping that the parasites that we empower by voting will ensure that most of us are fed.
We've entrusted our most sacred knowledge to cults of spiritual leaders, delegating our own true divinity to men in creepy costumes who openly drink the blood of babies in ceremonial glee. We'd really rather not listen to their sermons, and we'd certainly rather not look as those leaders perform their assortment of ungodly deeds in their ancient crooked rituals.
What is it that we are trying to ignore here, then?
What have we-- in our trances-- become accustomed to? Maybe the idea that before we go out and play, we hand over our own power and money to a Military Industry, a dreadful machine that uses a Fuel Industry as fuel, guarding the resource viciously in a seemingly endless feedback loop of destruction. A monstrous device which totally depends on our support and funding, it laps up our energy like pudding, and then it begs that we return to our toys and games like good citizens while the adults do their business.
First visit to Earth?
Imagine if we had never been to this planet before, or you and I came down on the last drop of rain somehow. If we didn't know the Earth's customs by heart, we would invariably question the way that Earthlings were doing things.
We might not see a television right away, and we might go into the population and find that most people are actually getting along with each other.
We might quickly conclude that the worst thing about life on Earth was the existence of centralized governments, causing everyone to fight with each other over who is going to be in control of a war machine that required human blood as a lubricant.
It's possible, if we were new here, that we would see all of these things, and it's possible that we could then imagine better ways to spend energy for the inhabitants of the planet. We might point to nature and the decentralized, fractal systems that organically exist right on the city streets between the Earth's beings when there's no cops around.
We might wonder why nearly 8 billion brilliant Earthlings have been living like this for so long without inventing something new, but we would instantly find ourselves in the world of conspiracy, mass mind-control, lost history and hidden knowledge.
With our questions, we might inspire an Earthling or two to imagine something new anyway, and to invent ways to make the occultocracy obsolete. We might look around with eyes anew, and with a glance, invent a whole new Earth.
It's because I see through the MSM that I see a bright future ahead for all of us, but it's going to take some work.
There is a lot of work, more helpers are needed, but it is gradually getting brighter!
It is quite strange, isn't it? Perhaps people have grown more accustomed to our new way of life that we forget how we were better before. It's a sad fact, but the great thing about it is that it's never too late to inject change.
Some of these goofy customs have been around so long it's ridiculous. In fact, life is usually just fine until the officials jump in and start meddling with our affairs, but it does seem like some of the major systems are starting to show visible cracks lately, so it shouldn't be long before the rest of us inject that change out of necessity.
Perhaps. And yet there's so much to be accomplished in those little things, and it's so easy to lose oneself in the big ones. Don't lose yourself, Paul. Take care.
Besides, we need someone with an outside perspective for when the aliens actually take over.
Oh I shan't get lost again, I just like to write with some bewilderment about the big stuff.
A very nice post with a long story and a very interesting picture of a bright picture thank you @therealpaul