A planet beautiful, but a planet imperiled. To end PROJECT
BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE, Terrans first have to believe the
project exists and is in full effect, they have to see through its
Matrix..and learn how to hack it! Otherwise, Terra won't
be the first planet destroyed thus, and by no means the last.
A Sweet Dream...of Techno-slavery
Naw man, Voltaire ...it ain't just "difficult to free fools from the chains they revere." Dude, it's freakin' impossible. I don't even try anymore. I can't compete. Where else could you find such a beautifully-terraformed, ancient planet like this where slavery is so... pleasant? Somebody pinch me. I mean, on what other planet out there is such an elegantly-designed Matrix undetectably scaffolded around its inhabitants, like a fine spider web? The little "copper tops" here simultaneously feed from and into that matrix, that soul-sucking, self-sustaining elegy of death disguised as a harmonious symphony of life.
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| The Perfect Lullaby |
Where else have slaves lived with such seeming wealth at their disposal, enjoyed such a facade of liberty, and so many make-believe freedoms? Where else in the Universe do slaves drive beautiful vehicles fueled by
an antiquated substance, and in doing so perpetuate the very economic system
that enslaves them?
And they do this willingly, with as
much apathy and ignorance as one could only imagine, as one could only
dream. For the enslavers, does it get any better than this? I think not. "Drive,
fly, boat ...to anywhere you want on your luscious Prison
Planet. We don't mind. Do anything you need to do, Littlemen, to make
your slavery that much more enticing, that much more enjoyable. Keep
dreaming that sweet dream."
"I'm going out of my head, lost in the fairy tale. Can you hold my hand and be my
guide?" = classic mind control programming lingo. For an analysis of this
song's hidden-in-plain-sight message about Beyonce's own beautiful nightmare life
with her handler, Jay-Z, click here: Beyonce’s Sweet Dreams – Occult Mind Control
A Beautiful Nightmare, or
the Price of Life on Terra, Sol III
Alex says we're considered "genetic royalty" by
...whomever. Since when
has royalty lived as spiritually-bereft paupers, never knowing
anything else but want, from cradle to grave? Give me a
break. It seems that this is just the beginning of the nightmare.
America's Southern slavery was just a test flight, Germany's Auschwitz,
just a trial run. We ain't seen nothing yet. This time, slavery won't be based on race or religion, as those on planet Terra of times past. This version will be based on one thing: being of the human genome, and that's it. We're the prized cows of an intergalactic 4H Club.
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It's said that every form of refuge has its price. Slaves suffer from lack of liberty and inhumane commoditization, and quiet as it's kept, we present-day Terrans unwittingly suffer from all those things, less-obviously than in times past. We are couched in a sweet fiat dream of fiat wealth, of fiat freedom backed by nothing but hot air, and perpetuated by the easy lies of a
corporate-controlled and suppressed puppet media. We are living the beautiful nightmare of our imagined freedoms.
The ever-present chains that bind us we can't see. While staring at our iPhones, catching the latest episode of our favorite mind-numbing "programs" (think about that word, program; what does it mean to "program" something...or
someone?), and while downing our favorite drugs of choice, legal and otherwise, we dissociate ourselves. Meanwhile, we suffer from cancer-causing
microchips; insanity-causing
synthetic telepathy and
remote influencing; toxicity-causing
chemtrails,
water and food; and robotizing
nanotechnologies. Throw in round-the-clock audio and visual surveillance via a plethora of
chotchkies, "smart" and otherwise,
and you've got yourself a nightmare that some might say, perhaps,
rivals that of both American and Jewish slaveries combined --but with a nice, cushy
exterior, of course. We are as cows slaughtered daily by ranchers we don't want to see.
Worst of all, is the blatant and effective attack on our children's minds and spirits. Through a plethora of desensitizing movies, video games and gadgets,
transhumanism is being made to seem
sexy and cool. These things are sugar-coated poisoned candy, the public relations arm of A.I. Our toys are the most insulting, most insidious chains of our collective slavery.
This is the price of life on Terra III. This is the debt paid by withdrawals made unseen, taken from the banks our genetic "royalty," taken from our personal sovereignty as conscious beings, taken from the very life force energies of our bodies, our minds and our spirits. We happily and ignorantly pay this price on Terra III, today at least ...will we change this in the future?
Turn the Lights Out!
'Cause Ignorance is Bliss
Living is easy with eyes closed,
misunderstanding all you see.
Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to
Strawberry Fields...nothing is real.
--Beatles
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| Don't say I didn't warn ya.' |
The harvest is
coming. It always does. After millennia of careful cultivation, we
could say the Ciakar are nothing else if not possessing a
great work ethic.
We could say that much, and not much else, because when you say much
else, you're a Henny Penny, you're suffering from a bad case of
Cassandra Complex, you're a conspiracy theorist.
So, those that have ears to hear, and eyes to see, know they should just feign deafness and blindness. They know to
.
It does no good to do otherwise. They might sing their troubled thoughts away on Fruity Loops software,
or write them away on fringe blog posts no one reads. Daily, their
mantra is, "When the world is running down, you
," and they do just that. They know to let their loved ones enjoy, in peace, the wine and steak generously
provided by the Matrix. It does no good to do otherwise.
Meanwhile, game, set, match...the score won't be contested. And, the chains will ever be revered.
