131105 JUST DEFIANCE Last Dream Of
Freedom Edition
Led
lifelong by fools unable to be straight, I stumbled down a dead-end
track.
All
along, “friends” played friends, only to drop me in it.
“It's
only Maxie!” one
laughed at me, 30 years before I had a clue about by how much I was a
puppet, set-up to be the whiteguy christian world's fall-guy.
Unable
to “let go”, and find my Innermost Strength, all I had was
defiance, Defiance, DEFIANCE, against, from the extreme of all
margins, exiled by the false, half-family, against “the system”.
A
best-seller book from the 1930s, told about a True “Noble Savage”
who Defied, passively, and with Honor, with Integrity, the spreading
tyranny, tyranny of materialism, of wealth, of plastic capitalism, of
false religions, of ignorance, of ending alone, living feral, in
forests, only eventually to be captured and locked away, then,
silently executed, by, “the system”.
Written
out of history, while known as a, as THE Hero, while he knew this
reputation to be false, by large numbers across the world, through
the paining, but cowering society, mocked and laughed at by the
simpleton egomaniac cowards, the soloist is left no option but, to
Defy, until the electric shock ends their heartbeat.
Thanks
mum.
Woke
this morning from one of the clearest dreams I've had for what seems
like years.
In an
asylum. Naked. Typical “Cuckoo's Nest” type, high ceilings,
partitions, beds, other patients, cold atmosphere, and unemotional,
lifeless, officious nurses.
Just
a patient, just a number.
No
longer able to live out in the forests, my natural environment, no
legal, moral, family, or other support.
Abandoned
by them, to decay inside a cold lifeless, walled institute.
Thanks
mum.
At
least I'm used to it, to being abandoned.
Hard
and tactile though this world appears, feels, is, it is nevertheless,
but a dream.
Locked
into it by those I only think of as “stupid”, maltreated for
decades by mum, by family, by friend and foe, until frigid, so even
chemical pleasure from masturbation became impossible.
Yet
the mainstream slams me for expressing my being made, by insane,
selfish, errant, devious women, perhaps especially mum, a misogynist.
Knowing
the pathetic “systematic”, “systemic” mentalities of the
psychologists/psychiatrists in “psyche hospitals”, explaining the
intelligence, the knowledge, the wisdom of resisting “the system”
is pointless.
They're
but slaves to the gods of “the system” straight out of that book,
which one, “1984” or “Brave New World”, parts of which may've
been borrowed, plagiarized, into the recent hollywood movie “Cloud
Atlas”, and they, are merely carrying out their orders, the
assessment of my psychology is a foregone conclusion, long ago
decided, concluded.
Ended.
Thanks
mum. Thanks sister, brother.
How
long now, before the system closes in?
Should
I care?
I
hear their vehicles in the evening and early morning, as-if hovering,
innocently loitering nearby, waiting for....., me...., to....,
finally decide, “enough!” and plunge the U.S. G.I.'s knife into
my ? Heart?, across my wrists? Violently in through the temple on
the side of the head?
My
head. My head? The head.
Which
is more “Dignified”?
To
suicide however is least painful, or to go through their sickeningly
automaton officious systemic interviews, and the foregone conclusion
of being “medicated”, so dulling all intellectual thinking, thus
all tendencies to DEFY, or, to defy, what everyone knows is the
outright evil “machine-men” system?
Led
Zeppelin sang
“Hang
man, hang man?
Wait
a little while?
Think
I see my sister coming,
riding
many a mile!”
“Hang
man, hang man?
Wait
a little while?
Think
I see my brother coming,
riding
many a mile!”
“Didn't
bring no silver.
Didn't
bring no gold.
Didn't
bring you anything, my good friend,
to
save you from the gallows pole.”
Et....,
cetera...........,
Neither
half-sibling brought me anything to save me from the gallows of, “the
system”. They merely sat, like mum, in their safe houses, and
watched.
Hard
and tactile though this world appears, feels, is, it is nevertheless,
a dream.
Me?
An illusory hero, built by the establishment to fool the masses of
undeveloped people, in this same cultural dream world, that things
like, Integrity, Honor, Courage, etc., are valuable, are worth
maintaining.
To
“fool” them?
It
seems that way, from inside this illusory body, being, mind, set of
senses.
Even
those who are aware of the outright inhumanity of “the system”,
and for whatever reason take a road of defiance, by joining “outlaw
gangs” etc., are not “Outlaws” at all, but merely go about
desiring and acquiring the same materialist superficial shit, that
the idiot mainstream are sucked into being addicted to, in other,
“criminal” ways.
Only
“criminal” because they were born into the lower classes, where
“the spoiled life” of privileged opportunity passed them by,
usually well overhead.
So,
wearing brave costumes, clothes and/or tattoos, nose-rings,
ear-rings, etc, symbolizing “defiance” on their jackets, their
skin, on the outside, inside, they were merely going about the same
shitful games the privileged mainstreamers play, are being sucked
down the roads of, but by more brutal, more in-your-face ways, of
smash-and-grab, of night raids on vulnerable stashes of cash, of
jewelery, cars, anything resellable, in as big a market, but for
stolen goods. “All 'goods' are stolen!”
Inside,
the “outlaws” and others, like the “hippies” the ferals, the
gangs of youth, are just as cowardly against “the system” not
“intellectualizing” any of the “why” and the “why not”,
just smashing and bashing and grabbing their way through, the big
dream.
So,
there is always, and always has to be, one, individual, one, person,
one “outsider”, who has no choice, but to Intellectualize,
Philosophize, and Weigh Ethically, what they see around them, and
arrive at an honest conclusion, that, “the system”..., is shit.
Enjoyable
shit, if one suspends, until dead, their Conscience, their
Responsibility, their Duty, their Intellect, their Morality, their
Ethics, and simply, like a simpleton, “play”.
But...,
what “Good” is there in it?
Is
there an Higher Plane we Ascend to, if we are Good? If we can Defy,
out of an Intelligent Inquiry and level of Knowledge, out of the
Worth of Honor?
“the
system”, the jewish and christian system, has so deceived the
flocks for so long, so many people, blind, undeveloped, essentially
stupid people,who now choose, or who think they choose, the system's
path, of materialism, cannot expand their thoughts to believing that
life goes on, after each incarnation.
And
that the soul, the spirit, the mind of the person, is born once more,
over and over, into their next life, depending upon their behavior in
the previous one.
The
system has so successfully reduced them to being unthinking, cowardly
sheep, that hearing this explanation, as known forever by True
Cultures and their Peoples from before “the [Jewish/Roman] system”
marched in and stomped their Ancient, Traditional Edenic Lifestyles
into the mud, the modern, “whiteguy”, mindless sheep, react with
violence, with WAR, and go to every possible length to stomp back and
down until silent, all these simple Eternal Truths about “Karma”,
“Cause and Effect”, basic and perennial Universal Laws, Laws of
Physics, and any Culture or People who know and adhere to them,
merely so their little minds can keep flitting through the day,
playing with their trivial toys, ignoring the hard, cold, truth,
about how their selfish lifestyles are destroying the genuinely Good
ways and things of the Natural World.
The
Natural World which sustains even their trivial existences.
The
“Noble Savage”, knows these things, about the machine men, and
machine women, people, clones, totally hypnotized and unable to
think for themselves, for their conditioning, from the cradle, from
the baptismal, to be mindless slaves, so mindless they are completely
unaware they are slaves, but all-the-while think they are “winners”,
the lucky ones, the smartest ones.
The
“Noble Savage”, knows, about the cowards, about the
middle-roaders, about those who see but can only go half-way between
accepting the filthy, soulless, machine men and women system, and
being Righteous Outlaws.
The
Noble Savage, knows about his own life, it's place in and against the
larger “scheme of things”, and dwells, between depression, and an
effort to maintain a sense, a sight, a vision, of his Rectitude, thus
a sense of Honor, thus, now just a sense, not an experience anymore,
thus just a fading sense of happiness, of joy, of pleasure in his
stance, against “the system”.
He
struggles with it, of course.
Those
who follow “the system” see also the question of “the
struggle”, between being a True Human Being, and being a machine
person, a clone, a shallow robotic imbecile, and, for their
conditioning, and it's programmed cowardliness, run to it, choose
idiocy and “fun” against Honor, Dignity, Ethics, Intelligence,
Wisdom.
What
do they build for themselves, when this life has passed, and their
soul, their spirit, their mind, is recreated in the next incarnation?
What
does the Noble Savage have waiting for him, next time around?
Is
his, like the general theme as portrayed, typically lacking any
complete or completed explanation, in hollywood's “Cloud Atlas”,
destined to go through similar struggles, again and again, against an
ever-growing population of machine men and women, all deceitful,
juvenile, cowardly, “funsters”, running to and for the
juggernaut's programs?
Typically,
hollywood limits any alternatives, any options to those which best
serve it's zionist masters' system, and desires for control of the
masses, so the zionist masters can stay riding the whorey wave of
material wealth, power, insane abuse of the Natural World, forever.
Typically,
they, hollywood, pick and choose subtle and gross facts from
whichever culture, religious or philosophical treaties they plunder
and plagiarize their “block-buster” stories from.
So
typically, hollywood omits such elements of ancient and known
stories, tales, myths about how a person can
leave this life, and not have to be reborn into a similar plane, a
similar life, on earth again, of having again and again to decide
between living the Noble Life, and living the life of the funster
idiot, between the life of taking Intelligent Issue with such an
inhuman system and the life of an ever-degrading moron, ever-cowering
and obeying the outright evil inhumane machine men and women.
The
life of a mindless, worthless, slave.
Or...,
the Life, THE Life, on an Higher Plane of Existence, not on this
earth, but on another planet, in another solar system, elsewhere in
either this our galaxy, or in another, far away from this little orb,
where Integrity, Honor, Honesty, Justice, Intelligence and Wisdom ARE
known, Understood, and Totally Respected, not merely by a reducing,
retreating clique, of Fortunate Souls, but..., by The System.
Or...,
of breaking Free altogether, from any physical form, Permanently, to
be Free, and in a State of Eternal Bliss, to rise to being a Truly
Free Spirit, free to be whatever, do whatever, go wherever, free
from all oppression, from all tyrannies?
hollywood
typically omits such scenarios for the common movie-goers' soul.
That
type and level of knowledge about how and where-to, the soul can
travel, is not good for the business of hollywood.
hollywood,
being but a moneymaker to fund the illegal regime of jewish power,
with it's illusion of being “the chosen tribe”, in Israel, and
it's war machine, the corporate, military-industrial complex, based
in Washington DC, USA, Britain and Eurape, relies on people being
born again and again into this world, where “the system” can keep
reusing their bodies and minds, and, their psychic energy, to keep
it's dark worldly system operating, against the Noble, against the
Divine, the Divine Masters of the Universe, against the
not-so-savage.
Hollywood
relies on such an occult system to keep sending souls back here to
earth.
And
for their ignorance of how to rise in Nobility and in Spiritual
Worth, they don't live Worthy or Honorable Lives, but are seduced to
merely “play” it the way of “the system”, people are reborn
into more and more degraded bodies, needing more and more of “the
systems” medical clones, hospitals, experimentation’s and
treatments, and “special care” and assistance from other facets
of “the system's” wealthy classes.
Food,
for the elites, the upper classes, the 1st worlders, the biggest most consumptive, most ignorant parasites of and for, “the system”.
So
the masters of “the system” being themselves but baptized,
hypnotized, clones risen up through the ranks of “the system”,
also mindless, also, cowardly, also clones, unable to break the
shackles clamping their minds, of “the system” themselves, and
“rewarded” for their cowardice, or, what is told to them as being
“loyalty”, cannot see, and if they do, it is a struggle for their
clamped mental processes, the Simple Rectitude, and it's Worth, of
anything other than “the system”.
So,
it is automatic for them to react with perhaps, some measured,
brutality and condemnation, of those, who might actually be, Noble,
whether “Savages” or within “the system”, on the surface
adhering blindly to the system's demands, while in their own private
existences, thinking more freely, and more Honestly, and perhaps even
more actively toward any Noble Ways.
It's
automatic for the clones to unthinkingly go about obeying the orders
of the actual terrorists, the masters who are so enamored of their
positions of power, mainly because “:the system” has long ago
captured their thinking faculties to react with horrid fear, when
suggestions of “freedom” let alone “cultural freedom”, let
alone Noble, Honorable acts, ways of living, arise.
It's
automatic for them, whether they are high in the ranks, executives,
or mere cannon fodder, soldiers or police personnel, whether subjects
of any class, and even school children, not yet near an ability to
think outside the minimalist square their cloned parents and the
local “system” slot them automatically into, to react mindlessly,
actually cowardice, when some thinker, is found, outside “the
system”.
It's
a fully automatic reaction to condemn them. To insult them. To stone
them, until the Noble, the Noble Savage, has been hit so much that
he, they, cannot stand anymore, and falls, only to be kicked by the
clones, the cowards, of, “the system”.
And
all the cowards cheer, and run off to celebrate.
So,
who implanted in my mind, in my dreamspace, the dream I had last
night?
Mum?
Sister?
Brother?
So
very clear?
So
very cold.
Going
by my [half]-sister's very cold behavior the other day, at mums, I
could easily believe she, was the channeler of that cold scenario
into my dreamspace, she being very much an “insider” in “the
system” being a “doctor”, an immunologist, who ignores reality
by hiding down a microscope day to day, who must have an operation to
cut out an ingrown toenail, whereas she knows I live by doing things
like repairing my own 3rd
degree burns with vinegar, reused, washed bandages, and time.
So
it's easy to believe she was ordered to channel, to transmit, such a
cold lifeless “asylum” scenario into my dream.
However, as I polish this off, about to publish it, I ask again, who it was, who came into my dreamspace and fabricated that miserable scenario.
In the last few days, on Google plus, I threw some contrary opinions onto a post's readers' comment's thread, and was responded to by one wise-arse, clearly out to "troll" and intimidate me.
I'll avoid giving him the pleasure and reason to boast to his fellow dick-fiddlers, that I mentioned him..
If he's not CIA, he's one of those cowardly trolls, a clone for the gutless "play" of the illusion, who like most, merely accepts "the system" and takes what he can get away with.
But others like him, or my estimation of him regularly insult me, mostly, out of their own smallmindedness, and envy, or want to shit on anyone bigger, Intellectually, Morally, and in fame than they.
Knowing my sister, and brother, are being threatened to give me a hard time, it's still as likely, that this Google+ troll-insulter, is as likely to try his witchcraft out on my soul. He looks like the type. He writes like the type.
So? What was the dream?
A
warning?
A
foretaste?
A
threat?
An
inevitability?
The
Sun, the Great Father Sun, Shines this morning.
The
flowers blossom. Spring is back.
The
highway traffic driving through my sleep, through my waking hours, is
ceaseless, carrying clones, and battlers, along, from-to one useless
destination to the next.
The
mind, remains stuck, fixed, against “the system”, against “the
system” which wants me, my mind, my being, to play their Hero.
Having
nowhere to go, with no point nor hope, of escaping this isolation, no
hope of having an honest conversation, which might lift me up with
the long deprived and much needed optimism, gained from some Truth,
at last, such that I can break these chains, of Defiance, and relax
enough to release my mind, my soul, my spirit, and finally, leave
this earth and “the system” of religious death, all the while
knowing others are actively walking in and out of my aura, of my
larger hidden soul, body, mind, for their own entertainment, and for
to control my thoughts, and to try, typically uselessly, to inspire
me to break free.
Few,
if any of them, want me to be free.
Most,
all of them want me to be their slave. Their savior. Their king.
So
they can laugh, and rejoice, that their illusion, their implanted
myth, their Jesus, IS real, and HAS come back.
So
they can continue to be slaves, to be clones, but to be excused from
their Duties of being Responsible, and to think for themselves, so
they can feel “forgiven” for not living True Lives, as opposed to
how “the system” demands they exist.
O?
Were they to see it from my spirit's position?
And
a flash in mind - a bird flies fast passed my ute, through the trees,
through the Sunshine, capturing me, “O? To be a bird!”
And
another flash image.
Being
the Noble Savage of “1984”, or “Brave New World”, and to hang
myself until dead, on one of these trees.
“This
world, is all illusion!” say the Sages.
“Live
True, Have no fear of death!”
And...,
as I finish this off.., I'm reminded of the hollywood blockbuster
“Conspiracy Theory”, starring Mel Gibson playing me, and it's
conclusion of him, “me”, after years of fighting “the system”,
finally being grabbed, by the actual “good guys” of the
authorities, and driven away for remediation, and thereafter resuming
a stable and happy life back in the world, etc.
Last
night's dream, was to frighten me into acting, in a way I'm too
damaged to do.
Hollywood,
has been a format since it's 1st
days, to portray things it's writers and directors see, “through”
or “across” the illusory barriers in time, between the past, the
present and the future.
Like
so many other movies out of hollywood, “Conspiracy Theory”,
foretold some, some, facts, about my sad existence.
Perhaps
this little e-ssay, written this morning, is too negative, and
overlooks that there is the slightest chance, that THE “good guys”
are onto my case, and, are nearby, ready to grab me, and, perhaps
with less doom portending, of my last days anonymous and abandoned in
an asylum, are about to rescue me, at last?
I'm
hungry!
SHIT!
I'm hungry!
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DEFIANCE
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