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FAILURES ON BOTH SIDES -A Global Critique

Introduction to blog, about 4 pages. Articles will be commentaries or creative presentations. First creative piece follows this post.

PREMISE: There is a difference between right and wrong; good and evil.

Simply stated and scarcely present, self-regulated actions demonstrating knowledge of the premise develop before they are explained. It is made clear in an infant’s cry:

A baby on the floor, happy to have just the bit of blue blanket its chomped onto in its mouth. A grown-up walks in and steals the blanket from the infant with a gentle tug, forcing the baby’s fingers open enough to take the blanket away. The baby cries, registering that it was acted against, proving evil exists.

-Being is universal, and it is bound to matter formulating along laws of physics few even think are there. Something makes us see, taste, feel, read, think, and it is of sovereign principle, plus to each person the world is only known subjectively by them alone. In terms of raw field presence, looking at the above scenario as one system of existence, in all its dynamics:

“Being of a baby” and “being of the adult”, with some odd line forever preserved between the being of either body and the physical matter of both, along with governing dynamics of all the matter of the surrounding -all accounted for. For the continuum of being in the system:

An infant lost to explain itself or the world in any intelligible way, because so much lies beyond its own mechanical grasp; its own body learned its parameters are finite – it learned it wasn’t its blanket – 8 weeks ago, then the adult, as drowned in the weight of the world as anyone (and apparently anti-baby), takes the blanket.

Being on the infant side of the spectrum reacted to show discomfort and unease. Being on the adult side acted for whatever reason; the reason cannot matter when the dynamic assessed is the field of the system itself. The baby’s crying demonstrates the physical fact of being recognizing a wrong.

There are two distinct paths for the baby as it develops into a full grown person. One imparts a spiritually sound ideal and the other is taught in general academic pursuits. Both paths are available to many, but no one is guaranteed exposure to both ways of framing the world in their developing years.

GNOSTICS & THE SPIRITUALLY SOUND IDEAL

Readily apparent and sources of constant difficulty, spiritually sound ideals have been taught in ways according them conceptualizations fit for a devoted awareness, and because to know in faith is individual responsibility, when it comes to religion the inward, operational goal is to ensure faith will be found. The outward goal is to secure the process, and to ensure the “operational voice” religions present the world reflects the process they exist to secure, religion-specific sects were started. (Please see essay “Preface – Unifying Physics”, the first download after this article, if the idea of an Eastern Gnostic voice is foreign.)

Using the example of the Brahmin (Priestly) Caste of Ancient India, who were in charge of fire sacrifice to Brahman, Universal Consciousness of Existence, when the practice was aligned to the religion of the region:

Internally the Brahmin housed another sect, kept apart from the rest of the caste, the Upanishad, who were charged with practicing lived knowing. Ensuring the presence, voice and volition of their endeavors were aligned to Brahman, as it reflected a worthwhile path for Atman; Atman is the universal of all man, to which man aspires, and Brahman is the same thing for all of existence. The Upanishads were started to in a sense certify the actions of the Brahman caste as valid and therefore aligned to appropriate demonstrations of faith.

Eventually a process started that became fundamental to the founding of Buddhism- groups of Upanishads agreed: It is possible for anyone to accomplish the goal of their caste – of man first realizing Atman, then realizing Atman is Brahman (this equals “enlightenment”) – and it is not just accessed through what a priestly caste makes available. So they left. To clarify, in the lexicon of Hinduism, union is lived once a practitioner has realized Atman, the universal of man fully, then completely reconciled their being to Brahman, the universal consciousness of existence. Taking this process for its conceptual equivalences then making it personal practice, is the foundation of Buddhism.

-How can a religion ensure its internal reason to exist is preserved? It can be stated that all acts of religious devotion provide physical record of how well faith is expressed, because it is the acts of followers that attest to faith; to God’s presence. Still, if not enough demonstration meets the outside world – where members are prone to be associated to the name of their religion – people become susceptible to expressing their ideas of faith with the actions of belief.

Remedying this and providing the checks and balances needed to matters so remotely captured, there are religion-specific bodies of Gnostics. Forever concerned with maintaining a useful union, the Gnostic internally sees the religion they represent as its tradition – not even their tradition, and it is understood that the word “religion” does not class a body of the faithful; it is only a marker for the external view of the total endeavor: To be in the right and acknowledge the wrong, until evil ends.

People with a needlessly intellectual or emotional approach to positions only formulated within the context of the spiritually sound ideal are completely at fault for the impression that any religion in its operational practice is indifferent to evil – or that any religion would ever place value in meditating oneself past the idea of dualities like good and evil. These sound like failures only Eastern tradition-leaning types of people would be prone to make, but in the Western traditions people have failed just as boldly; they live justifying their own personal moral stances over a universal ethic regularly.

In the tense of the Eastern traditions already discussed, people of the west are lost to what may be called the nether regions of Atman, and they will never find the universal of man in way that they can demonstrate in the world. The message would be the same were you to speak in Christian ideals; the issue is the personal failings people commit, not the lexicon that is used to frame the production of life in universal and grandiose terms.

ACADEMICS & THE INTELLECTUALLY SOUND IDEAL

Strange lines develop when a purely academic person is asked to explain the difference between right and wrong. Their views are built upon views, and they often specialize in exceedingly tedious classifications of reason for one side or the other, if the concept of sides even exists, they may say.

With the Gnostic Model, a process to ensure the perpetual, though never individually guaranteed success of the good is provided for within a framework of universal right and wrong communicated through spiritually sound ideals.

It is reasonable to expect a framework for universal checks and balances as they pertain to how knowledge is demonstrated, because institutions of education are responsible for preparing people to demonstrate knowledge. -To expect to uncover an academic equivalent to the role the Gnostic serves. If it is anything – reducing the entire mode of modern academic inquiry to centralizing a means to classify what is intelligent – the equivalent academia has to a Gnostic sect are its philosophers.

Philosophers and the thinkers of the world, for the most part are people who live to assert the ideals of intellect without stipulating a need for monetary consideration. However, the intelligence of the world as it is presented by academia as a whole, results from a global consortium of corporate, public, and private funding sources, so in effect even the most honest of intellectuals academia can produce have their worldviews shaped by what decides their school’s bottom line. It is institutional.

Example: US Colleges and Universities require attendance be weighed in the grading system to make students show up – if the schools want Government funding – though many young adults can ace most if not all of their courses with long study sessions, good notes, and sparse attendance. Their doing so demonstrates neurological development appropriate to their age; following the lecture is not needed for some courses after the mid-term, provided the responsible use of course materials – after the student’s position in the class is established – knowing this and using the strategy to possibly get through college faster is an adult choice college-aged brains benefit from when they make it correctly, and it should be rewarded. If you enroll but don’t attend then you fail, and honestly, the world is better for it. In the current state of affairs, with the policy of funding-dependent college attendance requirements over a decade old, the United States hosts a culture that believes that in order for no one to feel left out, everyone will have to be spoon-fed the same rewards.

Responsibly addressed and directly applied, these developments have been allowed to occur because of a lack of academic ethic. The problem was the guaranteed result because all progress academia has made thus far, has occurred without the establishment of a universally delineated line that sets right apart from wrong. The moral compass of the individual academic authority meets the personal moral compasses of other individual academic authorities, continually, and because the process of education adapts to climates that are outwardly forming – to the views of the individual students – general academia over time imparts shifting, even circumstance-specific moral codes to the population at large, but it does not demonstrate a universal ethic, because it can’t.

Secondary premise: This is existence. It is the claimed province of academia to know. In the tradition of academia the school of physics is held to account for the facts of the universe at its most base, and apparently, the operational voice used to represent the school of physics will openly admit:

“We do not know what sentience is. We do not account for the intent of sentient beings in our inquiry and, growing numbers among us are becoming convinced that nothing is physically real.”

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Here’s a place to start with more commentaries: http://anewgnosis.com/2021/08/25/the-problem-of-negatives-physics-and-management-systems/

For creative presentations scroll down.

For free download of the Essay that covers the message of this Gnostic Advance starting from a Western Gnostic voice:

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The Petition

First in Picture-Story “Life and Death in the Valley of Dreams and Nightmares”
-It is still being {WRITTEN} – likely two more coming, the rest so far starts on the SECOND page here:
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The Petition– Many people live their lives remaining ignorant of their inner processes.  Planning as best they can what they want from life and how best to go about achieving it, pursuing pleasures; happiness; and hoping to avoid pain. During prolonged tumultuous times, at the point of exasperation, when we just ‘can’t get things to go our way’, many of us look for solace outside ourselves. Such practices provide a type of comfort that is particularly strengthened in the company of others that seek the same comforts, often leading to a pattern of intermittently feeling redemption, relief and even peace. This can apply equally to the religiously devout and the drug and alcohol addict. Any person that can deal with challenging situations so long as they visit a certain location and attend a service often enough; or as long as they change their mental emotional processes by getting intoxicated, is not experiencing growth, they are choosing to avoid facing their own selves, turning instead to exterior aspects of the mundane world to fill inner contents they refuse to confront. This is a state of petition, a semi constant process of supplicating one’s self to forces, objects and ideologies that we hope will improve our lives.

From a New Gnostic Work

About 7 total pages. Section is from the opening of the second part of the conceptual presentation / novel called [White Elephant Sale]. It used to be available here, but pdf issues and translations from Word ’10 to the latest word have not gone well, so far. To provide context, this piece begins with a small bit from the opening of the first project. This is all just formatted as a blog post. Enjoy.

Statement of Warning T

            Knowledge of the unified field in the hands of people who account for gravity, sentience, and the intent of sentience without classifying the behavior of sentience as right or wrong compels us to this work. Following text is an unflinching account of people struggling to define:

What exactly is going on; who is in control?

How far have the ones in charge gone with Physics?

What are their plans? And,

What can be done about it?

It is unfit for all ages, making direct display of how bad things literally could be while developing a narrative to provide a composited “big picture” appraisal that, fitting the tone, must be covertly communicated and shared exclusively among concerned parties. Asking to know what impact these full implications, the facts beyond measure have, and expecting to be taken by the hand and coddled into understanding is a delusion readers must abandon.

With steadfast refusal to assess the nature and scope of the problem – what with everyone citing needs of personal lives and their interests – we have arrived here, the untenable position.      

(Decuun is pronounced Dee – Koon) -Start of [white elephant sale]2y

Decuun Processing Conduit Readout

Type: Neurological Display

Class: Intelligent by Design

          Images & Libelous Content :

          All visual signal through brown to umber fields first develops children at playground – and at fault biologically proven in signal – children somehow hidden in darkness, in crawling positions, sudden picture infant [not naked].

Then boys and girls old enough and tall enough to ride the public park merry-go-round, trapped on hands and knees under its spinning metal platform, moving fast enough to move the dark air above them, shadow air swirling across the backs of children moving close to ground, somehow ducking in crawl, inching under the veracity of the increasing speeding spin of the metal ceiling, in deep black without light, sudden picture of a tower overtaking the horizon (rectangle monolith – more grey than black).

Boys and girls ducking under moving air in darkness over them, air moving hidden in dark particle light, falling and turning under the metal spinning merry-go-round ceiling [ideal of monstrosity] unseen children in low crawl moving toward where the ride is fixed to the Earth. To maybe find silence in its noise and violent sun-drenched metal spinning above, providing its own source of heat, showering in waves down on the backs of boy and girl heads, sudden addition of enough light to make them out, sudden image of bright heating orange overtaking metal walls though tempered glass.

Prognosis: Pathways tapped were aligned more to biochemical activity than the neurological drivers biological current can source. Subject not parent, has had less than ten relationships in their life, and is clearly set in the mode of tasking their own brains with matters with which they have no responsible concern.

Case Closed and Archived: *-

Processing Conduit Readouts – The voice within the masses that corporations and constitutionally elected governments have every right to serve is now heard. Brought to you by Decuun.

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Statement of Warning Q

            The directing and assembling of all people into one lived amalgam of the subject and servant class no matter the integrity of the individual, using unseen, unconscious and subconscious forces, to the end of making the owners of the systems of governance godlike lords among peasants is treason.

Decuun Processing Conduit Readout

Type: Integrated Cognitive and Physical Display

Class: Intelligent by Design

          Images & Libelous Content :

Visual signal develops to one cognitive visage rendered in fragments of focus; looking downward to the right to a phone screen, ghostly white light pales her forearm at the wrist, suddenly against the backdrop of nighttime car interior [superimposed glow of alone].

She awakes hours later.

          Peripherals recorded in signal reflected through plaster wall surfacing off the sheet metal framing of the entrance to dining hall:

She is in sweats without makeup [inattentive but reminiscent of bed] she nearly shuffles her feet as she crosses the open room and she looks up in glances to where windows meet high ceilings (abiding underserved aspirations and unsustainable goals).

Prognosis : Subject is on the other side of years spent missing social cues that are only conveyed with nonverbal communications. Their life will be lived in a coed world with no valid identification to their sex other than their bodies.

          Case Closed and Archived: +”

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1(4) Catastrophic Exposure

            Billable conclusions precipitate organizational fronts, the self-cutting population is somehow needed to offset the public’s release of commercial demons – always travelling in secret in sheets of an inner skin through the listener and assimilating the viewer with certainty – or treasuries are allocated to budget only after they accord to Decuun bylaws, that grant fifty percent of what is taken in by congressional graft to every constitutionally elected official, that is to be paid out over the course of their careers in service – good morning, I knew you whispers empty head sex slave – only after the legislative proceeds from each bill make it into a general slush fund – you should have switched her into compulsory, Sir – no one gets their hands dirty – now someone is going to pay for that and no one gets their hands dirty.

It’s best you vacate the premises, Sir.

            My country in thin fabric suits of the finest wool – flanked by rail thin cohorts of sexual drive – move policy in pants – because where a bill starts is sacred – after all, the blood spills – children ought to learn that early and constrict with the trends – not against them – in rotundas and under domes – with 5000-dollar shoes on marble.

            Inside the rot of teeth my country tis of thee for whom – for them, fortified with intelligence – for one hundred forty royal-sanctioned landowners packed into a barn to begin a new measured promise – Lucifer and Satan in congress in silver with gold running in strands through its artifice – in late 18th century candle and torch light, in romance with the new and upcoming iron; that advanced – but it was the birth of a country, uniting in quiet torrid modalities the u and the s, united for the Arian sanguine.

            Bavaria is their front. Their lords of darkness churning black death rotting with special interest so long it carbonized flesh, stretching endless between what seem like invisible columns spinning in place, through its own world, apart from the haunted corridor dominance by the US of the Arian for the states united to detriment, forced Bavarian dependence for all time – voice of a civilization turn on the ovens – and its sexy grueling death scenes, a dark room lit by one bulb whose girls naked tortured beg and scream into thick shadow to men off camera – the onyx bones through the Earth Bavarian infrastructure – the sounds of gunshot – for all age – world concealing the invisible spools stretching rotting fields of putrid flesh taut in torture, twisted from skeletons in one complete tear, one brutal turn somehow comporting their awareness with the flesh of their bodies absent structure into terrifying strewn-out anguish.

            They were people but they’re empty demons now gone. There would come to be fifty states, what with five meaning death and every zero a way in – Decuun archival system decoded – United States of America forces separate the skin from the internal content. White American backbone isolated the agency of performance in the citizen’s solid jelly filling and arranged it, now foreign hands maneuver.

Spontaneous needs to augment per case will be constant, and language inherent in legislative process prohibits open target civilian. It will forever boil down to seasons in session.

            Vision is of the eyes – but through a secret method strewn – because of two fingers on the five-year old’s head – noted – sight retards outward in thin plasma strings, white cornea and strands of vibrant blue iris threads through the broken surface of the black pupil, pushing miniscule deep night columns invisibly outward into air – pupil surfaces break in protrusions – physical and unknown to common man – sight travels its own corridors – through the interiors of dark town-cars – arriving at plain house brothels – blame it on the navigation – we brought the chip manufacturing home – praise in lingerie. 

Chaos demands form, form informs chaos, structured into prefabrications, amassed of all substance – en toto – nothing primordial, everything beyond comprehension sustaining the limited view. Group has decoded a cryptex inside the Nova Express trilogy by William S. Burroughs. Agreed upon in silence, a type of quiet built from moments of misplaced awe, nothing of true magnitude, what the crowd deems appropriate, standing out is lonely. Group recognizes low likelihood the codes will be believed. Submitting that man is forced into a collective that interprets each person at three constructed levels of a forced-upon psyche, both Williams and Burroughs technically did not have to know they were writing a code – it would serve as evidence for what Group leaders have called the Eternal promise. Outside in a hurricane, built forth from torrential upheavals quieted to physicality, the constant demand to be engaged marginalized like a young green leaf freshly ripped from a tree battered into rocks of the tide break, every calculation articulates the plea, the broken, prostrated beg,

“Please, leave us the bay.”

“Your invitation, please”

Inside the reception hall everyone’s pockets are empty, and in the coat check, all the pockets empty, except for tips to the valet, controlled convulsions on display, their every motion, every interest, the donned importance inside their laughter, and uneasiness in each hand extended to prospective partners. As the Burroughs code is completely presented at its conclusion in the third book of the trilogy, The Ticket that Exploded, only portions of this section of the code will be communicated. Worn down corridors of flesh throughways inside arms, carrying electric signals of such duration the toll of repetitive usage dries out the fibers, what an easy smile, what a somber jest, give me reason, commission a newborn’s purpose. Burroughs makes it clear the reader should note commas in sections throughout the work, by writing several lines one after another that clearly omit commas. A coordination of focal, directed bodily seizures accounts for all this, it is the world of the distinguished, in these everyone’s included but not invited, creating the separations, the unacknowledged chasms of difficult to reconcile shortcomings in the chests of the unacknowledged, breaking men to wails upon their gale force dismissal.

It’s not easily noticed, whole being accommodated to subroutines of conformity, lost to its application spread throughout the crowd, each awaits their contribution’s recognition, it’s as easily ignored as a raging ocean twenty feet from double-paned glass. Before continuing, background on the source of the code is assumed to be that of an outcast scion who descended from the relative wealth of the Burroughs typewriter company. As no confirmation of this can be found and it is customary to fabricate the upbringings of people who bring creative content to market, no further comment on his upbringing is needed. Hits like low grumbling echoes of windows forced to reverberate, the pressure braced and dispersed through glass, those waves carry wind to the edifices, these guests, too loud to hear the portend, this wind and all its concerted effort carries water toward the hushed, mumbling attendants, the toast about to begin.

“We didn’t work long for this, but we worked hard.”

Tears well among the throng of well-dressed sycophants shifting in their gowns, women adorn the brightest shining men, stepping boldly with hollow legs, top heavy, brain heavy, secretly affirming self-worth through exchanged nods and glares. As having access to the market at the levels Burroughs achieved secretly always ties back to Satanism and, as it is recognized that involvement in Satanism is not chosen in those who are born into it – it is not chosen by most of the talent the industry discovers – as much as it is forced, many sections of the Burroughs code would seem to indicate that he secretly harbors hopes that someone or some force outside the machine of Satansist-owned commerce is actively intervening on the behalf of general decency. Chills sink into the space each body occupies, sliding into them, entering through gaps between their cells, outside storm temperatures coming to ground in elongated forms of low-pressure cold air nestling into their spines. Decuun marches on and there is no evidence that Burroughs’ pleas for aid, if that’s what they were, have ever been heeded.

Worth is measured quarterly in every hollow individual, only made whole through common definition, solid forms built solely through passive concord, unspoken agreements pushing poses and encouraging wind tunnels overtake their optic nerves. Following the code established by omitted commas, on page ten is the line “You attempted to be God that is to intervene and failed utterly . . .” italicized word in the original. The sky isn’t hiding stars. Nazis are known to spread the belief that the Arian man is God, taking this with the nihilism common to soldiers in Nazi ranks – which foreign intelligence previously assigned as meeting internal needs to psychologically place the horrors they were expected to commit – it is likely Nazi science itself has at its main tenet, that because all of physics is manipulated to the Arian’s favor, the Nazi scientist can make man God. They’re swallowed in the light the guests have acclimated to, with its invisible ceiling blending into opaque atmosphere, unseen blackness hovering intermingled in cloud.

Unheard raindrops ping on an atrium ceiling, underneath it all, the scene and its attendants forced into their custom compartments, the shell game, hope you find a filled-out suit instead of a solid specter, hope there’s warmth in shared proximity. Nazism has been proven to be a cover. Its leadership are Satanists and from their view, Nazism itself (was) a sex and death cult. Not this nagging sense you’re riding atop a rushing current, clinging for dear life through violent rapids, need to keep smiling, complimenting accessory choices, want the position furthest from the windows, if you’re too close their deep growl is guttural, physical, and it detracts from the toastmaster. The Burroughs code would suggest that Nazis were then and have always been Satanists in reserve, existing as an intra-dimensional para military force. In total sense, in absolutes realized in the throes of death, all storms are orchestrated by the continent-sized eye of a perpetual hurricane at the earth’s pole, perchance to glimpse the monstrosity upon your release, the hidden hope something will welcome you upon exit.

            Universal head chieftain adjures over oval offices and their minions, clawing at blazers to expose silk lining, but only in dreams because it doesn’t fit the decorum, the phantom cardboard partitions dictating behavior, making the enforced silence palatable, the professional diligent acceptance. Para military as operating under contained skies filled with stolen atmosphere, unseen and seventy-two degrees at all times, air conditioned, clouds stolen for their hydrogen and oxygen, to make realms where pretty blonde boys all grown up can play with machines to intra-dimensional affect. Practicing submission and glorifying ascendancy, pretending to listen while waiting for the current patron’s arrival, the real head of the line, the bonafide feedbag attendant. Intra dimensional means through dimensions, inter dimensional means two or more separate dimensions that may interact; it does not mean they do.

Two rooms, one on Earth we could all walk into, one in its own dimension; we say inter dimensional to account for the two positions. Where the schedules are made, out of more circular offices, the one storm’s eye swirling the ground of all air, hoping enough gets stolen from lungs, plotting enough cause for decay so newer, less substantial and ever subservient eyes build. If the word intra-dimensional is used, it indicates dynamics as they are arranged in one dimension are pushing in some way into another dimension – because the two dimensions are linked to impact one another. Electric ghosts project through flesh as they substantiate gradually over every interface with any multimedia device, through silent signals riding soft static, form informs chaos fallen into place along nerves embedded in flesh, see the glowing electric blue washed into a faint white medium leaning out of the torsos of every citizen.  

The living ghosts, it’s more than metaphor, it’s the applied mechanics of an unknown science, it is calculated metaphysics accomplished for far more than monetary profit. An interpretation lending itself to a global view of how a life in Satanism is lived, is found in the Burroughs code by following exclusively the italicized words on pages leading up to page ten: bottom of page 8 repeated, “This is a weapon . . an enemy weapon”; on page nine, again, only words in italics on the whole page and clearly befitting the context, esprit de corps, which is taken to mean comradery, on page ten, first words in italics are non-organization, and the next italicized word on that page is intervene. Keep them corralled, force their smiles, time, order, file their protracted death, prognosticate on how much the ruling class can earn in the duration, bet the futures market, amortize interest on the loans people secured to secure their graves.

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DoWn By ThE sHoReS oF tHe ShAnKy BaNkY

wHeRe ThE bUlLfRoGs JuMp FrOm AcHe To LaNkY

SiNgInG:

Sprinkle Shakedown

Ha, you thought you’d get me- Heh-heh, you thought you’d get me

Your overcoats and badges don’t make you monsters

You can’t push me. I won’t move.

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Bibliographies: Williams, William Carlos. The Embodiment of Knowledge. New York: New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1974. Print.

Burroughs, S. William. The Ticket that Exploded. New York: Grove Press, 1992. Print.

New Gnostic Poetry

Five pages

Emboldened and Intoxicated

     Time quakes the rattled nerves that lie disrupted in connection, floating in fraying pieces under the surface, that become light and heavy in stringy expanses to contain steadily defeated urges, connecting to sinew and straightening out as they toughen up, coarse, turning into tendons holding a person who has gone liquid to their skeleton.

     Cattle in spaces just beneath the future leather, or man’s neurological tissues strewn to full pertinence in blurring vision - in those times that you need to remain upright, when something else shifts you in whatever direction more than you move - leather and sun and skin with sweet tinges and bitter scents rising through the pores, for every tomorrow settled in dismissed recollection.



Learned from Time Spent Watching Demons

     Shuffling their forms apart from shade in concealed movements, remaining coupled to the absence of light, strands of shadows grow out of their screened seas tendrils dithering in pieces to panting soot and elongating into ephemeral fibers, spiraling forward as they tighten themselves into twining. 
     Then the blackened cordage slips around the victim's throat unnoticed.



Turbulence

     Pestering conclusions surround then the empty closes in, it takes a person like they’re being swallowed by the boundaries of their own selves, which suddenly have become an open shaft with slick walls and no way to climb out.

     Falling, colliding and thinning with air and sinking through current, being dispersed along the bottom of the sky.

But still on the ground.



Parts of a Tree

Fell out from inside the ridges of the bark in dark long strands of half bodies, contaminated my clothes.

(And slept on the branch on my belly, awoke with the woodened patterns of thick waving vertical bars pressing into one side of my face.)

Fell out of dreams rooted deep enough to reach moist soil, startled at the distant sounds of birds excited to eat insects flying at sunset.



Personality Testing Character

Fell the tree-line if you expect release.

     The open expanse is just past the appropriate act, but the bible is full of those types of quandaries, and that’s the only good book.

Time your exits by how the surprise shortening of your availability registers after you’re gone.

     Few catch all the atmospheric shadows, massive and draping their forms downward, superimposed and dimming in ghostly visual echoes, collapsing to Earth like a shared and lonely secret, that take the sky and anything that could be called oversight in the first place.

Still, it requires a special typecast.

     A peculiar but indispensable mold, built in the specific ways every act committed commiserates with memory, holds in its crevices and concave regimenting structures the feeling of having your every question answered. 

It tempts the target to remain in place, and for the entire time they are held in thrall, their forms shift.



Standards of the Industry (Players Included)

     Beaten into them with trembling persistence then cored out and left a husk, training the deviant debutante and functioning ensemble, learning the personable, absent and wandering the ephemeral self, but vision mining out both corners of their eyes, always - so they never see anything coming. 
     Dailies and stock ticker streams are interchangeable if you’re high enough up in the building, as are the screens, just shut your eyes. There is nothing they can’t control.
     Does the sickening travel through the shades of the digital colors in the projections?
     Tune in at 8 to decide?
     They worked hard enough to deliver:

     Cuddle up to heated up dismal sweats in under 22 minutes and it’ll make the cut.



Nightly Broadcast

     Deterring the answer in favor of the warning on the packaging, wrapping up in the freezing that makes stuttering impossible to avoid, but that’s concealed in the studio monitors, and the voice of the broken like lateral icicles eviscerates as cold as the air is piercing…

To put things into a format that is welcoming enough, considerate enough, and after a style that leaves nothing resolved but feels authoritarian, as the standard. It keeps them tuning in.



Once Cornered

     There is no one near but the air becomes crowded with terrible silent wretches pushing into a personal sub-reality, one that perhaps only the pineal can perceive directly, and the impact of sensing ribbons of intricate lifeforms creates its own effect. Standing tall, then dissipating as your person, into the channels their total populations create.

     It is marked by a sudden clenching throughout the body, as if you’re being seized upon within yourself, it is overcoming, but there's no one near.



Principles of Radar

     It was in their dreams to never see that target write again.

     Silent and anxious twitches in their faces, their minds racing, guessing words, huddled in the closet of a room, for insulation and to concentrate a pseudonym for character out of the lot of them; something they can take turns using for disguise as they move through shadows to commit all the acts light fails to complete.

     It’s matter and exposure - not “a” then of - it’s critical mass fast dissolve simply because enough time was given. Thus, their interest to never hear from those types again, from the patients and those lost in the crevices of a scratched surface, and all those articulating their numbers into homogeneity then disappearing into the quiet signal-fed masses.

     Grey skies are clouds that seem matted if you’re living under the same storm front long enough, maybe in the span of a week, then the sky may as well become floor for the spectacle you’ve just created - looking at the world that way.

Or, was that the silent removed orchestration coopting a lived perspective - aching not to haunt? Built of death just the same, with decay the result of its approach.

Or is it the living who fuel it, those versed in everything light fails to complete?



Building Systems - The Importance of Leaving Things Out

     Rattling its self together or piecemeal degrading apart at the edges, in mists acquiring thickness selectively, as interest, as if by amortization with physical repercussions, a thing built - ethereal, or as on paper - from the latter grew servants, their bodies like scales, their spirits housed in each drying out, waiting to be shed reptile fleck of the different skin they all share, while something more literal about that is known by the former.

     -One statement can make hierarchical mysteries, make you feel like you’re acknowledged by the encoded definition only they found in the reading; from their passages these pages will acquire nuance, learning new ways to encourage yield and no one will be the wiser…



A Discontinued Anthropological Study

     To build within what was only figments of structure without letting their brains solidify the perpetration (the artificial edifice is as invisible as vapor before cloud - like a mist one can sense but not see), because from there the cages can take shape, they are internal, and as they close in their interior dimensions shift, accommodating whatever walls peculiar to each victim are already in place:

“The underlying motive, the cohesion we enliven works as spirit only gaining body, only levelling potential to affect changes in the lesser deserving by the actions of our fellows.”

     Actions in potentia are defined by the sanguine caliber of victims, in the specific ways how each one missed the mark flows from their fading corpses - their eyes betraying the shine of hope as they go, vacating their purpose white-grey cloudy and it’s a shame.

     This outlook grows from the relatively fertile ground in their psyches that exists between forgotten streams of conversations with their elders; while they transpired they couched the corridors of the recipient’s thoughts with obvious conclusions everyone else will have to pay for, and that sounds like an obtuse entry to understanding, but this culture are the fully sighted, leading one another, generation after generation down pitch-black corridors.



Time You Came ‘Round

     Felt closer and less, the warmth drenched the air in summers and falls, in evenings when the bitterness of the rinds only came out if you chewed down to the white parts, because it was quiet and even then, only when the days lasted into nights, for that time of year when day-end heat makes its own physical echoes to take over the spine, in secret with difference, then the moisture of dim light built as the sun set earlier, day by day matriculating to dark particle oceans afloat in pitch black by six - it was all remembrance in clouds of soot when we met.



Notes for the Conversationalist

     Danger lies in collapsible, languid and profane propositions, and in corridors of communication trafficked by the treacherous but determined, by the lacking but sinister; people shake inwardly at an empty prospect, at the potential spirit of an embrace too constricting to utter a sound - at the hypothetical horror of an earnest offering that falls short, and they choose the posturing over the presentation - the glimmer playing across a span of broken glass over the drink they may as well have enjoyed.

     There was a presence near, from it a fury was occasionally betrayed by a swell of indifference, it grew covertly tempestuous in its vision and spectacle then by mere proximity it threatened to engulf me, until I was alone.  



Accounts of the Academic Transaction Whose Receipt is the Destroyed World

No one ever decided to simply make the math up, but the equations were ignored enough for interpretations to win out over end-quotients.

-If that’s even an applicable term, because the founders of the school would not approve the lexicon to be used until they had been granted sole approval rights.

     Then everything was said to be shifting but nothing was adrift, no changes on the horizon, so we checked, all of it was still as anchored to nothing as it ever was - a storm swell that doesn’t start by mimicking the ocean, a scream from an open mouth whose air was stolen - and the whole process was only designed to build consensus?

     An apparent strategy we learned we have all been stuck in since the most apparent big bang, and this, again, did not match the equations that the founders made clear we would never be sanctioned to correct, so we went silent.

There is no opposition.
Hell or heaven is building.
(And not the lie their kind believes makes them one in the same.)

No one’s checking on your personal choice and if they’re smart, they haven’t even given your life or where you’ll end up a single thought. That’s how bad it got.



Air Conditioning

If you missed the ending someone close by will claim to have seen it, and this keeps everything safe, things go subtle in distinctions over a duration that peddles your thoughts to your brain, but you feel it like a block of melting ice is filling the hold where your brain should be -

Like chilled frozen dripping insides and content are your makeup.

While faces seem to work in concert, keeping it all still.



What is following?

Nothing warmed like the invisible panels we’ve maintained, the hauntingly thin partitions directing onlookers without notice.

With casual glances an unspoken language we pretend we’re fluent in carries the evening (everywhere all the time) while the words, their roots and source constructs were designed by another hand people can’t seem to let go of, that threatens to strengthen or crumble the hidden walls we keep at its whim.


Preceding was some of the newest work from the upcoming collection, The Eyes Shut: Starlight Pages. Here is an Eyes Shut: Starlight poem: http://anewgnosis.com/2021/10/25/names-eyes-shut-starlight/

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THE FORGIVABLE AND THE UNFORGIVABLE NAZI

(About five pages. Writing on economics aligned to the “Materials in Support of Count 2”, available at end of post here: http://anewgnosis.com/2021/04/02/how-nations-fall/ )

If ever an agenda justified the Nazis forming in the first place it was, in fact, their unwillingness to accept a fractional reserve valuation model for their currency. The Nazis listed as part of their cause to rise in power their banking system, that was then run by the Reichsbank, the central bank of Germany. Incidentally, the model set forth by this banking system was followed in the formation of the Federal Reserve, meaning the problem with this type of banking had already begun in the US, at least two decades before WW2 began.

WW1 decimated the economy of Germany, and by the reserve valuation standard the German Reichsmark was rendered worthless. Germany had to pay, and they did in how pre-existing trade relations dictated that their currency, whose value represented the total national balances and deficits it carried with its trade partners set against a reserve amount, would have to lose value in order to fiscally compensate their European neighbors – that’s the macroeconomics of it in a nutshell, the short story is that it meant wheelbarrows full of paper currency were needed if you were in Germany after World War 1, and you wanted to buy basic grocery items using the German mark.

For historical context, in the United States a few banks wrote the Federal Reserve Act of 1913 and ever since this country has seen its infrastructure taken apart, the same thing happened in Germany and it wasn’t because of the first world war. The war had its result, but the problems inherent in fractional reserve valuation provided their own cause for why that result fiscally destroyed the country.

Wars are fought by a country’s leaders who command their country’s defenses, and the losers pay, but to say that because the printing and worth of your nation’s currency is run by a central bank bound to a fractional reserve model, not a single person in your country can afford bread for who knows how long, is a scam. Recognizing that it was indeed the financial system itself to blame for Germany’s post World War One economy, among other populist movements, was the Nazis, which grew out of the German worker’s party. Before moving on, to make this point clear:

PROBLEMS IN FRACTIONAL RESERVE VALUATION / MACROECONOMICS 101

Two rectangles on a white board, each has a slash running vertically through it, and about one third of each rectangle is to the right of the slashes. The two rectangles represent two different nation’s currencies and the nations are in a trade relationship. Let’s say the left rectangle represents the US dollar and the right the Chinese Yuan. By theory, everything China produces for national trade only has real value in China’s own currency, and the same is said for anything produced by the US, so the area to the right of the slash of both rectangles is called the “reserve” of the currency.

China’s Yuan has an “inherent value” that is stated in the total worth of its national product. The US dollar has the same thing; the currencies are worth their nation’s product and at the same time, the currencies define worth for anything traded, so a marker called “reserve” is applied to the idea of China’s currency from the US perspective, and in a trade relationship China applies the same idea to US currency. This means that when it comes time to balance the books between the nations, some of the currency used to pay one another back only has value in terms of the total trade balance, and the currency itself only has value because national product is available to be traded in the first place.

-To make that work you put two hypothetical rectangles on the board, and put a slash through both. Now, the US can only trade with what is valued at the worth of its own dollar, so the reserve section of the fictional dollar cannot be used to balance trade discrepancies; it has to be set apart or else nothing the US trades on has any value in its own land (by the theory), therefore, the “rest” of the fictional dollar on the board can be used to pay back China when the US comes up short on the trade sheet – the reserve part cannot.

So, if the US is running at a deficit in its trade with China, each US dollar then pays back less of the total debt, and once the US is in too much physical debt to China, eventually China will decide it must move the reserve line on the US currency, and here’s why: 

Let’s say a trade partner has a valuable product from its nation, valuable as measured in its currency, and valuable enough for others to want to trade for it, so trade relationships begin, and for anyone always on the losing side of total product traded (total value of product traded), eventually the value of their currency will have to decrease, while the value of the currency belonging to the partner in the stronger trading position will have to increase, or else the currency used by the position with the stronger product will lose value in other trade relationships.

-Given the basic macroeconomics on fractional reserve valuation, the US will never pay China back, and by treaties bound to the fractional reserve paradigm, China will begin to more and more valuate its currency according to its trade relations with Russia, India, Brazil, and Singapore (BRICS) – it will be their only choice – or else the value of the Yuan will collapse (the US is too big a trading partner and its debt too massive). BRICS applies to China just as much as NAFTA applied to the US. Because of what NAFTA (the North American Free Trade Agreement) became, the US will only have a dollar worth anything if its worth is valuated against the national products of Mexico and Canada, and this is by treaty; BRICS for China and for the US it’s the USMCA (US, Mexico, Canada) treaty signed by Trump, that is widely considered nothing more than a rebranding and narrowing of the trade arrangements that began with NAFTA. (Bill Clinton signed the US into NAFTA in the 90s and Trump signed its update; the value of the dollar is not a partisan issue – neither side is doing anything about it.)

FRACTIONAL RESERVE VALUATION IS FOR THE ROYALTY

The Bank of International Settlements is in Switzerland, and it operates as the clearing house for fractional reserve valuated currencies, ostensibly navigating how muddy the process is to applying the basic two rectangles idea explained earlier to every national trade relationship, stabilizing the process of determining how the worth of national currencies must change with respect to one another regularly. This means that when it comes to the currency everyone on the planet depends on (whatever is in your hand), its value is susceptible to decrease or increase according to the networking mathematical equations that measure total international trade – people even make money off the idea that money can lose value against other types of money – but it all comes down to the notion that the total product traded by a country must have a value, and that value is determined by what each trading partner can bring to the table.

It’s a convenient strategy for the royalty of the world, who in this day of modern rule through corporatism exclusively reserves for their class market swaying, high-up positions in global corporate conglomerates; real in the blood royalty has been reported to be in place at You Tube, at Google, at Pepsi, and at Royal Shell Oil Co, which is actually owned by the House of Orange, who are Dutch royalty. But royalty set up the world’s current corporatist stage over 80 years ago, working largely as the secret hand maneuvering intelligence operations – back to post WW1 Germany:

When you have any cause in place, a movement can easily be structured, with a few knowing agents who are working off of a pre-existing agenda. The agenda was to eventually create a corporatist state with global reach, and the movement to be used at the time was Nazism, which needed funding if it was to amount to anything. There was a mountain of corporate support at the time, in part because Nazism picked up eugenics as a founding ideal. The people bankrolling the Nazis were corporatists, they were the heads of industry in Europe and the US and among other things they liked the idea of breeding people to superiority, so a large part of their funding actually came with the understanding that they would at least lean toward becoming the genocidal maniacs the Nazis turned out to be.

Once Hitler was in power he installed Walther Funk as the Reichminister of Economics, and then the secret corporatist interest working on behalf of the Aristocracy, put him at the head of the Bank of International Settlements (BIS), in a design to appease Hitler. (You can check wikipedia here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walther_Funk – the guy is listed to have held the office at the top of the BIS from April of 1938 to March of 1939, and WW2 was from 1939-1945.) The Nazi regime had started a new currency for Germany, and with their man at the head of the BIS, the idea was packaged as if it would work but of course, it didn’t.

The BIS was needed by its largest client, the US Federal Reserve, to negotiate settlements in the trade relations that indicated the dollar’s value at the time (as well as the value of any other currency traded under BIS rules), and WW2 ensued. NAFTA governed what world markets became after the cold war ended, then the BIS brokered the establishment of the EU, which was always the plan of the nascent global corporatist state that backed the Nazis – Walther Funk was even said to be the person who committed to paper the EEC (the European Economic Community), and no matter who wrote it from the standpoint of history, the EEC was to the developing European Union what NAFTA was to the failing US economy – it failed in its predetermined direction, in a way that required NAFTA to become the USMCA.

IT WAS ALL A SET UP

In fact, the above rundown on macroeconomics doesn’t tell the whole story. The way it worked out, all of the world’s industrialized nations decided to make the US dollar their “universal” reserve currency, mainly because of the US’ position in post World War Two finance, and the gold backing the dollar. Shortly after this, as if the move was ordered by the BIS itself the US Federal Reserve removed gold backing from its currency, creating what eventually became the fractional reserve scenario explained above, but applied differently; according to how treaties, like NAFTA or BRICS, made certain international trade relationships more economically prudent than others, and at the same time, every nation valuated their county’s currency against a reserve they each held on the US dollar.

The US dollar is still used as the world’s “reserve”, but if you put that into practice, the entire ploy is a negotiating tactic used for global fiscal management, where every other nation on the planet that isn’t the United States, in their trade relationships, will be able to steer the fiscal infrastructure of the US to collapse indirectly over a few generations, through how the fractional reserve valuation of currency model the world has agreed to, has subjected people to their currency buying less or more than it did yesterday, at any given time, as a planetary standard.

When you’re talking value of the dollar, fractional reserve valuations, and the infrastructure, let’s say a public project for new roads gets approved and funded at 5 billion, but due to on the ground issues with contractor logistics, the project doesn’t start until two years after its approval. If the dollar lost value in those two years and the project hasn’t started, the same project is liable to cost 5.1 or 5.2 billion, which is one or two hundred million dollars more – where’s the new money coming from?

-So, apply that to all the nations that have regularly been on the losing side of key trade relations for long enough, and the result is a planet of countries with collapsing infrastructures, leaving only the elite, who at the top are living aristocracy, to buy everything they can own regardless of public concern or welfare. It becomes apparent when you see the entire world dividing into economic regions before your eyes, then you realize, this is exactly what their global takeover plan has been along, and it was far more involved with world finance and market controls than anyone, who weren’t the elite financiers, expected.

Nazism in WW2 was a populist movement put into place by intelligence services loyal to Aristocracy alone. The problems with the national economy post WW1 got enough people on board, and once the movement started it had to be somewhat appeased to keep the agenda going until the goal was reached, so the BIS move involving the Nazi Reichminister of Economics was allowed, as was every evil act that got rolled into the imperialist, genocidal war front the Nazis became.

The agenda targeting an entire religion’s people for eventual slaughter grew by the same royal-backed intelligence operations work, but in factions that existed only to foment a movement among targeted special interests that identified with the term “Nazi” for their own reasons all along, and that’s where real Nazi esoterica begins.

THE UNFORGIVABLE NAZI – THE REASON FOR THE HOLOCAUST

This brand of Nazi is a Satanist. They take their name proudly from the word “Ashkenazim”, meaning the Jewish people of the Germanic regions, because they sell that Nazis date back to a tribe imbedded within Judaism, whose sole purpose is to destroy the Jewish people.

On the surface the story works, but it’s used for lower ranks. The real reason is to create a derogatory term out of the word used for people who were targeted in the holocaust (who weren’t only Jews, but they were by far the most targeted), because it is needed as a foundational Satanic hex; in English the letter “j” is pronounced as the English letter “y” in several languages. Satan is followed as the owner of the planet, so if some of “Satan’s” people pronounce the English letter “j” as a y, then Satanists can make the word “Jew” become the word “you” for the purposes of targeting potential problems in a hex.

People were slaughtered in the millions because by their religion a member is called a three letter word, a “Jew” and, when the letter j in the word is replaced with a “y”, it sounds like the word “you”. So any one person can then become the “you” targeted by their agenda, if the name or term used to reference the targeted person gets replaced with the word “Jew”. This is why the Nazis are always claiming they are mad at the Jews; it’s them fueling an ongoing Satanic hex – it was never meant to only denote the vehement hatred of a people because of their religion – all that’s for the entertainment of the stupid but useful inbreeds who populate the real numbers of the Nazi movement, which in modern times is known as National Socialism and Arianism.

Satanists used Nazism because for them, the holocaust was required, or else their central hex (calling anyone a Jew and anything a Jewish plot), would not work. Satanist Nazis follow the demon “Mizanekhsa” ( The word Ashkenazim backwards; all Nazis put together sort of make his body, and his “demonic power” supposedly unifies the Nazis in their work).

-As weird as it all sounds, this explains the foundations of Satanism in Nazi Germany (more on Satanism at next post), and it explains the holocaust as one massive ritualistic sacrifice committed to give the Nazis power they believed they would be able to use, only after the ritual was complete. There were even rumors from concentration camps that the ashes from the Jewish people who were burned in the ovens were spread through the atmosphere, dropped from planes over all of Nazi-unified Europe, and supposedly the Nazis believed that they were consecrating the land in some way. Europe was unified under one rule, just as they planned, but a bit over two generations later, with the founding of the European Union and the economics of it explains itself; Satanism is about people management, they literally see themselves as the people who manage the rest of the people on Earth, and Satanists are evil.

It’s also out there, but it fits to the model of pursuing what these types of Nazi soldiers apparently believed was guaranteed Satanic power. Satanism in the end is run by the Aristocracy, in particular the secret society Skull and Bones, whose roots trace back to Bavaria, a state in Germany. Skull and Bones operates as a knightly order that is loyal only to this secret Aristocratic state. In fact, the famous Skull and Bones pin used at a special rank in the Nazi SS is a signal of service to this role in the hierarchy of “real” world power. These were the adherents to the ideologies that will never be forgiven, and they concealed themselves the entire time within the Nazi war machine.

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At the next post: More on Satanism, how the word “you” is given any power at all to the Satanist, and what the worship of Satan is without Nazism. If you got here from elsewhere, link to blog’s next post: http://anewgnosis.com/2022/01/12/the-conversation-that-makes-the-satanist/

THE CONVERSATION THAT MAKES THE SATANIST

…occurs between an adult male and a 7 year old girl.

(Under 3 pages. Adult themed, people may consider parts graphic; children will mimic what they believe to be normal, and those raising them can structure the child’s world in such a way as to have their lived experiences validate a worldview that develops around, and ostensibly “for” the child.)

“Why do you call all that silly stuff?”

“Because you make so many funny sounds when I pull it out of you”

“Can you get that towel, the silly stuff I made got all over the place this time.”

Little girl runs to get the towel, and makes a perplexed face as she turns back toward the man, because he’s speaking, and she’s trying her best to understand. The man is saying something about how now Satan will be happy – she asks:

“Why is Satan happy now?

“Satan got more power, and Satan is nothing more than his name, so without what you do, Satan gets no power.”

“How can Satan do anything though, if Satan is only his name?”

“Remember the games we play to teach you what words and letters mean?”

Girl’s voice trails off while she shifts, her torso half-twisting left to right as she responds,

“Some of that stuff I remember. Like don’t be afraid of Lucifer. Lucifer is only his name – just like Satan”

“Correct. And to understand that what do you do?”

“You use the vowels to discover the hex that gives them all their power.”

“Very good. What is Satan’s hex?”

“Satan’s hex is “Not as…”

“You’re going to earn a sweet if you keep doing so well. Do you know how Satan’s power comes from the not-as hex?”

Girl gets visibly shy, putting her finger to her mouth, and she is noticeably enticed by the promise of a sweet as she says, “No one taught me that yet”.

“The first step in making a hex for Satan….”

“-Oh, I know that, you turn Satan’s name around.”

“Good, but you let me explain now. If you knew it you would have said it.”

“Right”

“Satan’s name backwards spells Nat as. That isn’t going to work if the hex that gives Satan all his power is “nat as”; Satan needs the hex to be Not as. So what has to happen?”

“The second “a” if you say his name forwards has to become an o, or the first “a” if you say his name backwards becomes the o.”

“Very good. Now, that is a real powerful hex – that one hex gave Satan all his power, and Satan owns the entire planet.”

“Wow. The whole world. Even me and you.”

“That’s right, both of us. And that hex gives all of Satan’s chosen people the ability to lie. The hex means that no matter what those “normies” out there think we’re doing, their worries are “not as” they seem. In fact, thanks to Satan’s hex power I can walk into a grocery store, grab a real expensive bottle of liquor and walk right out without paying.”

“But they’ll stop you. You can’t steal, and it’s not just because the “normies” deserve it. I already know that.”

“Good girl. Satan gives us a life that doesn’t require us to steal, but we do have to be in practice, because you never know what Satan may need.” (Arrangements where store clerks are paid off get made regularly to allow for shoplifting of this type but this conversation, mainly because of the age of the child, doesn’t require the tactic.)

“If you did get caught Satan would make the store person think it wasn’t you.”

“Very good. We use Satan’s power hex to do things normies will never think we did. In fact we can steal from that store right off the truck! We can steal it before it’s even in the store and no one will catch us, because even if a normie catches us in the act Satan’s hex tells their brains that the exact opposite of what they are seeing is happening.”

“Stupid store person.”

“Satan knows it. But Satan doesn’t want everyone we call a normie to be without his guidance, so we use Luciferians to spread the message. But wait, first we need Satan’s hex to work. It can’t work without the second “a” in Satan’s name becoming an o.” The man smiles widely, reaching to pinch the cheek of the 7 year old as he says, “You pulling that funny stuff out of me made the “a” become an o, and that means that when we spell Satan’s name backwards, it now says “Not As”.

“So, now Satan can protect us?”

“That’s right, but only our kind of people”

The girl says with all the borrowed authority of a 7 year old that’s used to currying favor with this type of adult attention, “We need Lucifer’s people for the normies.”

“Well, Satan does. As Satanists we just do our part, and Lucifer just like you already know, only exists as his name as well. What is Lucifer’s power hex?”

“Lucifer’s power hex is three words long: I am you”

“That’s Right! But if Lucifer only exists as his name, there is an I and there is a “u”, so where do the letters “a” and “m” come from? Lucifer’s hex isn’t I… you.”

“They say the other letters come from Satan but I haven’t learned that yet.”

“For Satan we have to turn that second “a” into an o before we turn the word around, you pulling the funny stuff out of me made the “a” an o, but the “a” didn’t go away…”

“That’s because Satan gave it to Lucifer”

“How did you know? Now, that’s incredible.”

Then the girl puffs out her chest a bit, displaying how proud she is as she explains,

“Satan gives everyone everything, so Lucifer would have to get the “a” for his power hex from Satan.”

“And the magic only you can do for me is why Lucifer has the “a”, without it, Satan wouldn’t have an “a” to give – because Satan wouldn’t get the o that goes in its place.

“-Right” The little girls starts getting distracted and knowing the lesson is important, the adult speaks up in a playful voice,

“You’ll get that sweet if you can tell me where the m Lucifer needs for his power hex comes from.”

“Why do we need Lucifer’s power hex? We’re Satanists?”

Everyone who lives in Satan’s service needs Satan’s power hex and Lucifer’s. If I would have stolen that bottle of liquor from the store and someone else was in the store at the time, thanks to Lucifer’s power hex, the store person’s memory, or even a police officer’s impression changes into believing that the other person in the store stole it.”

“What? You mean, like they’ll say someone else did it even though it was you.”

“Yes. Because everything our kind of people have to lie about cannot all just be us telling the normies “No matter what you think we’re doing, you’re wrong.”

“Girl smiles. Because normies are stupid, but they aren’t that dumb?” -She’s played this same role in the same conversation for at least a year by now. The only thing that changes is the man she’s talking to, how well she understands what is being discussed, and her ability to offer the correct answer with any amount of certainty (she’s 7).

“Well, normies are dumb. But we have to give them a chance. That’s why we do things this way. Remember? You’ll get a sweet if you remember how Lucifer makes his power hex out of his name.”

“He does it with Satan’s help – the “a” becomes an o – so you get ‘I… a… you’ The girl gets physically exhausted as she says, “Where does the m come from then?”

“Lucifer can’t use his power hex unless he can find the letter his power hex needs, now you’re a girl and I am a man. How do you spell am? The hex is missing a word and Lucifer needs it, what letter after “a” spells the word “am”?

“M” spells the word am after “a”, but Satan doesn’t have an m in his name…”

The man smiles at the confused girl’s face, knowing she really just wanted to remain focused on this idea until she got her sweet, and that’s when he announces,

“Without all the men in Satanism the little girls and young women pull the funny stuff out of, Satan can’t take the letter “m” from the beginning of the word man, and give it to Lucifer. The other vowel in Lucifer’s name is an “e”, which means…”

“Energy”

“That’s it! So you know Lucifer has enough power to take another letter, if Satan gives him the “m” he gets from raising little boys into men. If Satan didn’t raise them, then the “m” from the word man would not be Satan’s to give, and without that Lucifer would have no power at all.”

The man leans into the little girl’s eyes, getting real close as he asks, “And you know why Satanists use Luciferians.”

“To take care of the normies.”

“There you go! You have it. Because you’re seven, us doing this today will give Lucifer his perfect will. But Satan and Lucifer really, I mean really needs boys and men.”

“How else do Satan and Lucifer need girls?”     

“Now that’s a silly question. Without all you girls, how else would we pull the funny stuff out?”

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To follow what happens to at least some of these kids once they get into their teens and twenties: http://anewgnosis.com/2021/05/04/the-mk-ultra-reality/

For more on Satanism in general: http://anewgnosis.com/2021/04/13/satans-vatican-based-catholicism/

Visit to Collective Consciousness, Primary and Secondary, Condensed

(About 4 pages. This work has been cut up into the novel [white elephant sale]. Available here:http://anewgnosis.com/2021/04/09/71/

Reverberations through unmoving light startle the myths out of us and hang continuously as constructs built out of set resonant fields, differentiated from the energy underlying our world. Large solid forms made of a compressed gelatinous substance, each encased in a static electricity envelope the same color as the rest of the field, house solid tentacles whose suckers have intra-dimensional reach. We live lives of pretend, believing we are freed from their grasp. 

Disregard thought…

Eyes shut, world fuzzes in like off-signal transmission. Lost in cavernous words, a dream flashing across a void, in silence spawning voices upon voices through my vacant mind, and this must be the speaker’s fault. Otherwise, image of fingertips gracing my shoulder, seated in the third to last pew, thought of the usher leaning forward startle-shakes my head awake and I snap straight up in my seat. His return to his post haunts the rear corner of my eye, backward steps, not to turn his back on the idol-plaster sufferer, call it what you will, this, us, all things will end, so,

“Why not congregate?” –In the name of what defines our lives, their minds, and how strange it feels to not belong. 

…Our constant struggle to capture this spirit’s amusement…

A need to have witness, one to attest that everything that any person knows of your life is the outer shell of a divine intrusion. -Not the greasy smiles and gold threaded robes of their pay-the-toll-man divinity. Eyes gentle drift back, lids’ fall to weighted rest, head slops over to the right, world fuzzes out like off-signal transmission: 

Smiles stretch across canyons formed of echoing words, all bodies wrapped in comfort comatose. In the translucent belly of a mechanical fish delving through depths, swirling, scales falling, rising like stars to black unending fathoms below or above, vision delivering us to void.

…I looked down too long and became transfixed…

Heard warbles of voices, made an auditory mosaic, tried building a message out of too many voices, picking out one to listen to will drive you mad. Otherwise, image of a seated crowd lowering to their knees and the sound of a thousand creaks, as knee pads swung out from the backs of pews hit thick maroon carpet in countless soft thuds echoing the hall. 

(Hands clutch and tighten around my neck, becoming short of breath, panic deep within reverberates to my surface.) Head snaps awake, everyone in the room is kneeling, corresponding with the priest as a group, reciting rehearsed answers to the widest of questions. Sorrow and incense thin on the conditioned, dusty air. We bow our heads to the altar.

…Structured to find yourself for you…

Outside we discuss speeds relative to capacities and what’s possible if you can’t lose your body. If a leaf falls from a branch at a specific rate of approach, would the ground or the tree cease to be? Inside they claimed a construct exists between our universal ground of being and our physical bodies. Or, that’s how I heard it; there is an all-being evil someone circumvented a long time ago – in that guy’s disembodied and very real hands, it will work out. Strive to bring a speck of divinity into the world but nothing will match his return, it’s just around the corner; it will pick all of us up out of the mire.

“Now get out there and don’t get too dirty.”

In the parade you want the incremental piece by piece dripping of works and facial contortions. Half smiles, invisible bruises present beneath spoken tones. Wails of agony thin as they cool from magma dream sequences and turn over to convey empathetic revival, awakening again to choose my costume. Expectations of the day, the hunt or salvage for survival planned.

“It’s not half as bad as you think.”

Everything is noisier than it seems and only heard in its full breadth if I’d just shut up. I heard the paraphrased accusation, overacting the scene, translated as a matter of course inside an unarticulated cognitive process. It’s not the whole parade scripted, rising from my bed, like the air awaits movement, a moment of weakness praying for companionship. Three day old ticker-tape-tallied up gains and losses, my last visitor’s voice echoes, invisibly shifts my mood and we’re not likely to meet again. Phantoms disdain this solid, sedentary nature – a sacred, punctuated realization, slicing up thin strips of paper, because if the satellites wanted to see this you know they could.

Gather up all evidence from all unacknowledged corners of conception. Print-out-cut-out; rain down mockeries, tree corpse nondescript congratulations. A ‘Welcome you home’ type parade, you’re convinced you were at war, now the fighting’s stopped but the battles never cease, they just switch arenas.

“You know, think about it. The whole world conspires for your benefit or demise?”

Carry on the inner struggle or accommodate, subdue, congeal your person to the generally accepted frames of surrender. Sigh, there’s nothing that can be done. Giggle, set attention prone for entertainment. There’s time to pass; parasites to feed; pain to attend, lives to numb. Don looks of concern, engage piecemeal awe and surprise, place a phone call. Send a text.

“I just never chose. -Fought because I sensed a fight.”

Works through our every procession, any pause; from our rise to our return to our collapse in euphoric exhaustion. Plays what you know to be you against what you hope you are and what you refuse your sight. Convulsion, yawn the disdain for your position. After the marching band, in front of the cash register, pretending you forget overheard customer conversations as they happen.

They’re all just instruments being fingered, beaten, stroked, and forced to orgasm against their wills – by a companion no one admits is present – climaxes belonging to this other are expressed in people’s motions. Make you feel dirty for synchronized glandular secretions led in concert by god, angel, devil or demon. Each shudder, every empty glare – dead-end signposts to make you glorious and place your order. Smile, glance silent articulations of being, reach for your drink and off to your place. 

“You’re not in control then, no one is.”

Regions refused self-navigation contract, constrict the iris and the pupil, being a perfect black body, is complete shadow, allowing the indweller vision. What awaits a man that intuits their existence? -Welcomes their participation, discerns their outlines inside his being and with his evidence gathered, demands they relinquish control? All surrounding topics constituting normal life become runoff swirling downward. Every communication becomes façade behind which motives are surmised, and unspoken intentions are taken as poorly masked metaphoric content in literal speech. Standing in the shower, feeling the water in the pipes more than what’s falling, no- the heat of the metal carrying the message, laughter circling the drain. Second to third block down main-street, a crowd of onlookers starts to thicken. Begin with an ice cube behind the nose between the eyes and say,

“Hello, how are you?” to melt the tension. Nonsense of the sort that shoots sparks into the frozen solid, building microscopic tunnels strike by strike. Failure to listen is confirmation of being heard. More thoughts to attend regarding where you parked, what time you might get a call, and listing how many words you know that are shorter than three syllables because they’re easier on your thumbs.

The ice cracks, starts dripping ice cold down your nostrils. You wonder if its wind-stirred allergens, things you know you dislike founded on opinions you’ve adopted as your stance. Fire, now raging in sinus membranes behind the eyes drives thought. Invisible cartoon-steam rises through your scalp, sweating miniscule outbursts out in salty droplets, forcing your calm.

  “…I am wrestling to claim myself and bodily control, the same thing most anyone assumes is theirs. It is not, more than can be said for…”

The lowest price will no longer be available tomorrow. Snort, smoke, drink and swallow this to forget. Bat eyes bashful, practice enticement, suggest incentive and experience mastery. Everything is louder than it seems and the total sensation is transmitted on more shades of grey than I ever imagined. Sometimes, walking parallel in the rank and file, I treasure my uniform. It helps me blend in and sickens me at the same time. Basic, understated calculations; crowds cheer at intervals opposite periods of silence taken to maintain the most foundational biologic functions. Breathing articulates commitment.

“Maybe you could just leave it for someone else to figure?”

You’ve become entangled and hindered by a force you unthinkingly disregard. Enraptured and made whole by the presence of something sharing your body, identifying more with others of the indwelt, sublimely ignorant of the inhabitants you mutually host. My presence gradually grows disquieting in any group. It works through us as shells and without emotive impetus to intensify bonds between parts of its body. Your greatest weakness is your persistence to reason once the enemy is identified -to personify the basal inhumane, be comforted rejecting a person that fights to remove what has no right to live inside them.

“What you’re trying to get at is apparently beyond my grasp.”

            -Internal distance thereby traveled rendered you magnanimous by self-evaluation, makes me an onlooker and I’ve left the parade. Getting hungry, suddenly have thought enough to address my needs and observe what best contributes to your sunset. How comfortable you’ve become at night and estranged from accomplishment. I hear your songs and admire your delivery. You are a silhouette cast by porch-light. Nodding agreement without knowing what you’re saying, modifying expressions to convey interest and offering guttural nuanced sounds to encourage the melody. Your song continues, I’m standing at the base of your stoop, your song continues. I’m watching from the street, in front of your house and sitting across the same table.

…Decided long ago to be alone and removed until I could return with an answer…

Spent hours, days, and weeks on shorelines, in forests, deserts, and used substances to impose artificial solitude until my every movement was hindered. It’s a part of us laughing at the rest of us, a part balling up in the throes of whimpering, gasping-for-air crying, and a part screaming to be left alone and be included, but only on our terms. White light is the spirit of death in one canon and the bringer of awareness in another.

…Indwellers are the agents of what lurks behind both theories…

Nothing quelled an occasional inner shiver that grew over time to portents of convulsion; comes on like a secret attack from under your skin and leaves you just as you start to notice the effect. You have no choice. The choice is yours. You will be medicated to under-normal, nurtured into diapers, or have your problems strewn into a pageantry we’ll direct with pokes and prods. We’re here to help. I fit where they want me, doing my best to not whore out my mind. They promise me I’ll get comfortable on all fours. They get around to me once a week, the beauty I’ve found in these confines is the razor’s edge, foot before foot, mile after yards. Can’t be tracked as distance moved or a path traveled and it’s more than pacing the hall.

Madness is easily diagnosed from their side of the plexiglass, we wear gowns. They share eyes, their names wear letters, we snicker inside and they laugh aloud.  Pondering where psychiatric care becomes psychological torture over meals cooked to order, gnawing meat from the bones of the matter, placing the line between unsettling differences in character and psychiatric assassination. Will not watch TV; will not use a cell phone; will not entertain small talk as something worthwhile.

            “Patient dreams of spaces between stars, refuses to share, increase dosage as recommended.”

            I have a choice. Straighten-up, define what straight is using the pops and fizzes their pills cause my brain, or get nice and comfortable inside my cage, assured they’ll dispense accordingly. You unexamined holders of mischief proclaiming beliefs held too long without question: I am not akin to your likeness. Listening is less than prognosis. Your satisfaction does not announce a cure. We’ve played in the same field long enough, this world is not a neural construct, a composite sketch for a crew, a stage commanded by directors.

“Are you listening? Can you stop?”

The energy drawn upon by your nervous system every time you move, every time your heart beats; it’s all orchestrations of cell-based homeostasis being maintained throughout your body, each spark in every cell is sparked forward from static energy sitting differentiated, closer to manifest by our constantly drawing upon it to keep this operation moving – a gelatinous field beneath the physical world, stretching in clear, glowing compressed plasma, the same color of the sun but with no heat. Rub a balloon against cloth, move it close to your forearm and a field of static electricity fills in the space, it tugs at your arm hair; the gap between the body and that realm is felt like the static electricity the balloon causes, and the connection provides continuity for this mind of narcissus locked inside the body of father time.

Persistent damning judgments delivered by an invisible court, sentences decided for masses so concerned to keep smiling they won’t let on how much they’re bothered, this civilization of society, with sponsors who encourage codified explanations and discount answers. I am a whole man, not compartmentalized into what fits each situation. Not the light handed, empty minded sort of schizophrenia that passes as refined in your world.

When I found the enemy I cried myself to sleep for nights at the hopelessness, at the purveyance of this monster’s grasp. Eventually I found a way to fight and, more, over time, I found the will. This war does not seek to make soldiers from men and women or drones from people.  It aims to part you away and alone from those around you and expects you to augment the social atrophy by purchasing services and hoarding goods, each of you has been ordained bit proprietors of a personal manifest destiny, enjoy the inner calm this brings – the disembodied voices will follow soon.

Structures slowly assemble, piece by piece out of atrocity, terror and deviance. Knowing our bodily functions, their indescribable root causes, and triggering sensory outbursts, they tighten their control. Their construct branches out through void to electric wire canopies affixed to warehouse rafters and each array overlays, doubles through the circuitry running through the roofs of the buildings we live our lives in; our days are spent feeding their strength. Each unit encloses an allotted darkness, where innocents are sent according to degrees of offense. Methods of conveyance, any transferred evidence, still unknown. …Inferred are the indwellers, we the indwelt.

Names*/Eyes Shut: Starlight

We had heard that words comprise promises, acknowledgments, conceits, and then we found out no one had approached the drawing board.

Finger-paints showed our parents we were grown, now capable of contributing to the same problem, and we grew aware of the world’s periodic tactile transactions; every pass, every contact sinking its impression into the skin – reddening our upper right torsos with marks invisibly known to only the recipient’s eye – these stamps cast directions to be lived and we obliged.

By then we could find no partisans, anyone who still believed:

To change the world our thinking must change.

-No one who took the charge seriously. Its sentiment fell muted into us, with all of us checking our periphery, looking quietly to everyone else to confirm our state.

Define the impulse as a flight of fancy and move on, the gallows are waiting. Play the sensory, reactive – no cognition – no sensation – and make it your habituated routine. It will always keep enough people smiling enough of the time. If your youth and all its excitement cannot obscure the blatant stagnation, you will probably need pills.

            By then we could manufacture our own comfort without calling the process coping:

The incessant need to be engaged by something we believe we have control over gave us short and silent half-smiles, to replace interest, because the signal’s better closest to the window.

No one is worth talking to. No one thinks that about me – and the warm, hardly perceptible static off the screen no longer holds novelty. Falsely limiting my availability makes me important, though my earbuds are dated – hope no one notices.

Internal dialog detracts from the distraction:

I wish I spent less time awake, this chain of thoughts won’t stop, and I need a break.

            -No one sees how celebrating diversity enabled conformity:

We accepted all the names already agreed upon, and applied them to anything we think ourselves capable of knowing. We chose our arguments poorly, and decided to define the word that is used to reference our bodies as what we live. (It just makes it easier to get along.) 

            *The term “Loss of Novelty” applies to a facet of neurological development; as we age less of what we encounter is new, and this dilates our experience of time.

On a rainy day in high school a physics teacher explains the idea of infinitely fast:

When you move out from under cover to under the next overhang, if your only option was to go infinitely fast you’d get soaked, because you’ll hit every drop in your body’s path.

-But no one can do such a thing, so if you want to stay dry you may as well run.   

Starlight: Eyes Shut

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Please take the time to consider the thought experiment here:

THE PROBLEM OF NEGATIVES, PHYSICS, AND MANAGEMENT SYSTEMS – A NEW GNOSIS THOUGHT EXPERIMENT

THE PROBLEM OF NEGATIVES, PHYSICS, AND MANAGEMENT SYSTEMS – A NEW GNOSIS THOUGHT EXPERIMENT

(8 pages. Have a sheet of paper and a pen handy because it may help, especially if you want to participate in the third level of the presentation. This deals with physics, and some people will want more detailed information but a lot more will just consider the concepts. For those wanting more details and challenge, thought experiments 2-4 are for you. Writing is from the section Dicsovery 1.1, which is to be added to the Common Cause Indictment, free download here: http://anewgnosis.com/2019/07/18/common-cause/ )

EXPERIMENT #1

When the study of mathematics equates the italicized lowercase “i” symbol to the square root of negative one, it amounts to calling the “number negative one” a workable factor, but negative one cannot define anything; it is a fictitious quantity to start with, and the symbol is called the imaginary symbol. Negative numbers themselves, even negative one (which apparently has a square root), represent nothing:

Two tables in a room, one has four piles, seven things per pile for a total of twenty eight things.

The other table has nothing, in terms of negative numbers, on the second table, to measure the negative number four you’d have to say there are not four piles on the table, to get the negative number seven you’d have to say there are not seven items in each of the four piles that are not there, and yet, negative four times negative seven, as we all remember from school, equals positive 28.

-There is nothing to measure on table two and by the rules of math applying to negative numbers, there are twenty-eight items on the second (empty) table? The result is the so-called physical demonstration of negative numbers being used as workable factors.

Sentient conceptualization is structured as it develops, learning in school for example that all numbers have their opposite – positive one and positive two have their opposites, negative one and negative two, as it is with all other numbers – and two negatives multiplied together equals a positive. The first tabletop example requires adding the four units of seven items together in one step called multiplication; the example of tabletop two has no logical addition method behind the multiplication, there is nothing on the table.

So, are we calling this imaginary? Then the square root of negative one, because it is given a symbol mathematicians can factor (as in 7i times 4i), is somehow the foundation for how two amounts of things that aren’t there can “add up” to a total sum of things that are there? Yep, that’s imaginary. You can count negatives as numbers when they define something, like negative 4 degrees, because the freezing point is the zero, “between” positive 1 and negative 1, but in that scenario zero has a definition.

EXPERIMENT #2

In fact, if you deal with numbers for what they really say, zero doesn’t exist – there is no possible way to be mathematically accurate, and represent absolutely nothing. Math has its symbols and its language, which doesn’t come nearly close enough, with it man can launch rockets, while proffering partially defined dynamics as placeholders – for what will answer their ever-mounting questions – they can postulate, and without ever switching out their placeholders for the actual definitions of their science, they can make money.

If this were not the case, we wouldn’t suffer physicists’ occasional claims that “time doesn’t exist”, or even that “our brains are the receiver of consciousness, and consciousness is the signal”. Because both claims have been made, and more often than not, the ardent, “doubting scientist”, who hasn’t even approached giving people a complete answer, was working off of some form of funding that was granted so he could run his experiments in the first place, then after the experiments were convincing to him, he announced his claims. What has resulted is a science that treats its frontiers with the following request:

“Keep paying me to ask questions, and I’ll keep coming up with questions for which I will offer some sort of answer” .

THE FACTS OF EXISTENCE

From the perspective of system-based management, where the systems to be managed are represented as a confluence of the dynamic constituencies of existence, in matter, sentience, and its intent, all of the universe is present – when recording dynamics for their physical presence alone – everything that exists technically is everyone of us (we aren’t every possible type of matter, but take a beat to think about it, and it’s true).

At this point, the route for the purposes of the thought experiment could be, “Just consider mass matter. It’s what life is.” and leave it at that, but there is definitely more to be said, and this is a thought experiment:

Matter is built atop, through and between super-strings, to best picture this, build in your mind a planet-size ball of strings made of bright glowing plasma, the super-strings are the concentrated constituencies of the field at large. They are electromagnetism fashioned into what physicists call superstrings, and they serve as the source for all the dynamics of what will become matter.

In this massive working the intertwining strings, made of immense energy, all in one big ball, shed off dynamics of themselves in proximity to one another, in fourth dimensional impacts, creating sections and patterns where the fundamental building blocks of what physicists call mass are spontaneously created. In short, these eventually compound into features like quarks, with up or down spin, which is an external presentation of dynamics trapped within the field at smaller levels. These “inner” dynamics amount to a building function of fixed resonant variances, where fixtures of the field are bouncing back and forth – at a level smaller than the quark – which is inside the nucleus of the atom.

The key idea here is fixed resonant variance, and by the physics of the unified field of existence, all constituencies of the field large enough to be studied, once we’re talking about the nucleus of the atom, have unique fixed resonant variances.

The big ball of strings is fourth dimensional, which is a concept that is hard to capture, but matter fixes time to the total moment life experiences, in its distributions of fixed resonant variances inside each and every atom of the universe. This means that when considering parts of things with no mass studied because they will become matter, that are bouncing back and fourth, for appearances sake hitting an invisible point A and point B, one of those points is forward in time, and one is backward in time, continually.

-This takes some mental extrapolation but the model creates a matter that fixes time in place – as one continuum that is moving forward – made physical as the total result of the compounded impacts and functions of the fixed resonant variances creating matter all at once everywhere, all the time.

The notion does nothing to explain gravity, but the model suggested is that gravity itself is gyro-scoping tendencies of electromagnetism – motions of the field spinning uniformly inward – that develop within and are applied to the very large ball of plasma super-strings in ways that direct the formulation of every type of matter that makes up the planet. This is a complex arrangement, and every detail is not as important as the idea that gravity is pre-formative. Gravity serves as the invisible, first cause the super-strings have to shed their properties as energetic dynamics, kick-starting the process that eventually builds into matter.

-Even that is too outlandish a claim for physics, because it doesn’t give a direction to look for whatever gravity is, and to tell the whole truth, up to this point, the language math uses has made apparent the answer to just about everything there is to say about matter EXCEPT, it can’t account for gravity. Work speaking to this issue is being investigated in “Gravitational Electro-Magnetism” or GEM theory. Without getting technical about what it has to say, because that would be out of my depth without my learning enough math to be fluent in calculus, here’s a compelling line from an abstract written about one of the theory’s earliest experiments:

“Experiments have found parity violating weight reductions in gyroscopes driven by rotating EM fields.” -from Experimental and Theoretical Progress on the GEM Theory, the full article can be found in Physics Procedia Volume 20, 2011, pages 197-205. Here’s the link to the abstract: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S1875389211005876

“…parity violating weight reductions…” Parity is the outermost demonstration of the fixed resonant variances that hold “mass” together, but it is best thought of as the property that makes the study of where mass comes from an issue that is constantly dealing – not with just one isolated dynamic of the field – but two; you manage to isolate one field fixture, and before you have it fully defined, you’re dealing with the sudden exposure of another verifiable field fact. That is parity, and it holds true at even the most fundamental levels of what is considered mass. If rotating electro-magnetic fields create a gyroscope, and matter tested within that gyroscoping field – at a level within “mass”, in observed field conditions made up of moving particles that have no mass and therefore gravity has no effect on them – the results show parity is violated in a way that yields weight reduction. With weight being gravity’s effect on mass, and matter being the expression of mass combined with volume (meaning it takes up space), the assertion that gravity is itself a difficult to discover property of electro-magnetism is worth at least some amount of consideration, because by this model gravity is somehow in fact determining the behavior of even what is observed to have no mass, where volume develops in a fixed tandem with mass continually, meaning the “m” studied by physics actually means matter.

It is clear that, at least official physics is searching for gravity within the atom and they are getting closer, but that does not answer all the problems man is facing. What about life? For a model of physics where consciousness is considered a latent part of the field, that isn’t actually all that well known, you can look into the work of theoretical physicist Amit Goswami, and few others; he is the only one whose books I have read.

The final definition of the unified field is provided as its own Gnostic contention, and there are some details of the model that will take too much time to explain for the thought experiment, but it asserts that consciousness concentrates upon itself according to a specialized electro-magnetic extraction process that takes consciousness directly out of the field and forces it to compound exclusively upon more consciousness, until it is sentience.

EXPERIMENT #3

We all live on a planet made from matter absent sentience, and our own bodies are arrangements of biomechanical commitments shared by matter-based systems – cells need oxygenation, so the body needs to breathe; the heart is needed to circulate blood, so the nervous system circulates a bio-chemical brand of current, and the heart beats – sentience is added to this arrangement, becoming dependent on the matter of the filaments of brain material and nervous system called axons and neurons in particular to increase its concentration, but the biomechanical equation here is a result of how life was built into a superstring based matter-founded system.

With the model this work suggests, man can at least make sense out of the answer, from the point of view of the question being asked, and by this measure the physics of standard academia hasn’t left the starting gate. (Pages 4-19 of the essay “Preface – Unifying physics”, which is at the post after the opening article, covers the idea of electromagnetism for a field where consciousness is considered a latent part of existence.)

To demonstrate life by using a physics-based equation, or at least one that is founded in physics-based reasoning, starting with the matter – along with the matter of everything made to be a part of the system – you have the symbol “m”, it cannot mean mass with gravity accounted for in its formulation. The mystery of physics is “somehow things get mass” and everything is made of stuff that has no apparent mass, but if gravity has anything to do with the movement of fundamental particles whatsoever, then the “m” physics deals with, for these purposes means matter. Also, as a concentration of consciousness you have “c-squared”, and to denote that this sentience is capable of generating intent to override instinct and/or that sentience can in part, come to do so, you take the symbol “lowercase italicized i” to mean intent, and you mash them all up:

mc(squared)i – and if you make that equal the number one, it means the field of reality is unified if there is no field recognition for the quality of sentient action.

By this mathematical account there is the ability to act out intent as a sentient being in a physical universe, but the sentience, in all its decision making capacity cannot act in a negative or positive way – that would require measurable processing of sentience at the level of its field content. This system cannot allow for that, so to apply this model, in practice their physics changes (write this out if it helps you to get it):

mc(squared)i, sub-script capital “I”, then  put a line under that, beneath the line write out the same thing except this time, make the subscript a capital “S” (placed to the bottom right of the last symbol, same size as the “two” in c(squared), then write an equal sign, then the number one. Which as one statement says:

The consciously aware sentient being who can act out intent to override instinct, that is defined as inferior is constantly undone to some degree by the same type of being that is defined as superior – subscript I equals “inferior”; subscript S equals “superior”. Because the equation equals one, the statement being made is:

“All life must be driven forward in the undoing of the weak by the strong.” Without it the physical system that the equation represents contains no “dynamism”, meaning that there would be no sustainable action possible in the expression of life that is defined by this math.

The fact of existence is people can tell right from wrong, and therefore they are not accurately represented by the mc(squared)i paradigm whatsoever. People apply how they feel and what they know when they decide to act, and this cannot be separated from the intent expressed by sentience, so the actual equation of the unified field, which must account for every part of existence directly is, mc(squared)LW over i equals the number one. The symbol L equals the amount of sentient sentiment, and W equals the amount of applied sentient knowledge, both expressed in action, while at the same time all sentient action expresses an amount of intent, diminishing in a sense the expression embodied by every action, because every time, you’re dealing with subjective intent as it is being expressed in the moment, and time is perpetual, so accurate betrayal of the action-taking process, in the absolute, is expressed by the symbol LW over i.

This is a process that only describes sentient beings who are capable of knowing right from wrong, so the symbol is listed in the equation as what comes after sentience, and since the equation purports to define the unified field, the equation “mc(squared) LW over i equals one” says, not that every type of sentience can tell right from wrong, but that all types of sentience and all types of consciousness are accounted for, and it says the same thing about matter; every type, and phase of matter is accounted for – again, m is matter because gravity is somehow formative to everything there is to be found at the level of reality that is studied by an academically sanctioned physicist.

The minority was first to the physics, they apply the former equation – the one with only an italicized lowercase i after the c(squared) – to the solar system they built (remember, thought experiment) and yet, the process can never eliminate the facts of the total field. For one, the unified field equation accounted for in the LW over i model is a direct representation of a dynamic system, so there is no need for a modified equation to account for the facts of existence “as applied”, while the opposing, mc(squared) lowercase italicized i model must be expressed as the weak constantly being undone by the strong, or else you aren’t dealing with its physical facts.

HOW EVIL WILL END

Demonstrating the facts of the universe in these terms requires a combination of the above equations – both represent physical systems demonstrated as the lived, experiential world – in a process that accounts for all dynamics particular to the systems defined. Again, write this out if it helps:

mc(squared) LW over an italicized lowercase i “is being undone by”, so draw a line under that, then under the line write out, mc(squared) italicized lower case i, subscript capital “I” over the same thing with subscript capital “S”.

When it comes down to it, the system founded as an application of mc(squared)i alone describes the process of building then running a solar system, accounting even for the level of personal interaction, defining all interactions in their total sum, to be what drives the whole system forward. The inferior are undone by the superior because the physical system can’t work any other way, if it did, in short order people would have to acknowledge an actual right from an actual wrong.

If you lived in a world that is defined by the undoing of the facts of the unified field, you’d expect a planet herded more than it is guided by constant existential conditions, where the methodology of people being expected to follow “what must happen or else” becomes the norm – so that no system-designated inferior has the wherewithal to organize and undo plans capitalizing on this existential dynamic, where you cooperate or you are to varying degrees no longer counted – as plans are continually rolled out and enforced by the superiors, and the people they use in the process (our reality).

In our reality the planet was built, and what fits under the line in the last part of the equation given thus far represents its total system in action; us and everything traveling with the sun, and more. This system reproduces itself, since the entire dynamic is embodied by the strong in a constant process of undoing the weak, the result is always the eventual death of each built solar system, where all resources are used up in the meta-processes required by the physical methodology of undoing the weak. So the system reproduces itself in all its dynamics or else eventually all life it has made ceases (even for the people they like), and in our equation describing reality for what it currently is, there is now a reason to add a second mc(squared) lowercase italicized i, subscript capital “I” with a line under it, under the line, write the same thing, but with the subscript capital “S”. Put this one to the right of the first part of the equation, leaving room for a mathematical symbol to be placed between the two.

The two identical sets of dynamics represent the physical fact of a self-reproducing system, and each solar system makes several copies of itself – the second set of dynamics, identical to the bottom of the first part of the equation is there to account for the reproducing system – and the system depicted reproduces itself in part to deny the influence of the rest of the unified field, which again, is accounted for by what’s on top in the first part of the equation. The two parts of the equation must be separated by a multiplication symbol, because each solar system makes several new versions of itself, leaving:

mc(squared)LW over lowercase italicized i, over mc(squared) lowercase italicized i, subscript capital “I”, over mc(squared) lowercase italicized i, subscript capital “S” times (use a dot for the multiplication symbol), followed by what is under the line in the first part. After all that, write an equal sign, then the number one.

What you’ve written down is the current equation that describes our existence in its total fact. By rules of mathematics, the two repeated arrangements of symbols cancel one another out (see next section), which is the actual process of evil ending. In fact the equation states that reality as a whole, works as a whole with the end to evil being constantly accomplished.

If you’re into some degree of personal, for yourself type of practice, to capitalize on this idea without stressing out over it or even thinking about it, write the equation down on a piece of paper and put the paper under a lamp you rarely use. Leave it there, and occasionally turn on the lamp, so that the equation has light on it. Don’t bother thinking about how this might help or what the process of it working involves. Depending on how you manage your intent in the rest of your life, this simple practice can become quite meaningful. (If you start this, make sure you get what the equation is saying, then literally attempt no thought about the process.)  

WAIT, THAT’S WRONG – BUT AT WHAT COST?

First, let’s correct the math – after an extremely important caveat – the language of physics may be math, but that math is calculus, and what is presented here is algebra.

Citing that Isaac Newton first developed calculus in his quest to define gravity, and gravity is in fact formative to matter, Newton unknowingly set himself up on the same quest a dog does once he spies his own tail out the corner of his eye; he had the solid world before him and falling apples, with, apparently, everything to explain.

-What academic physics has to present to us in its standard approach can be summed up with the adage, “What will grow crooked you can’t make straight”. Given the dynamics as described, algebra may give too broad an angle to be used in solving every detail of what makes matter, apparently “from mass”, and an applied form of chaos math using statistical probabilities is more suited for the investigation than any amount of an obtuse language, that was only started because the math of Newton’s day didn’t satisfy the direction he took his inquiry.

That sounds harsh and possibly not thought out, but here’s the point being made: Newton’s calculus defined the study of what became physics up until the “discovery” of quantum mechanics (in about 1930), and without ever defining gravity whatsoever, it is probable that once the topics studied by physics required being fluent in the “quantum realm”, a massive re-evaluation in how math will be used in their study and what exactly, from that day forward, math is saying was in order. Calculus “only” got them to here.

The “chaos math…” part may trigger for more astute readers, because chaos math uses calculus, but the point is, there was not a massive reevaluation in the language used to describe the quantum realm – even though the potential different view of the quantum field that may have been afforded by chaos math was available; mathematical chaos theory was first advanced by Henri Poincare (with a few others) toward the end of the 19th century. As far as anything close to a science of chaos math, used at a scope that could have suggested that its approach may be suitable for other studies, like physics, there was nothing until Edward Lorentz popularized chaos math as the best fit for his study of weather systems, in about 1960. That’s three decades of scientific work and breakthroughs – like the atomic bomb – before anyone had an “approved reason” to consider the value of chaos math. Here we are not talking about the plague of “interdisciplinary chaos theory” and what its underestimated heir, “inter-sectionality” has become; it’s only the math of chaos, and specifically the possibility that physics should have been using chaos math for the entire twentieth century.

Beyond this, from page 4 of the essay “Preface – Unifying Physics” …Looking at the field as an ocean:

Aspects of the field move in ways approximating the same types and rates of motion relative to one another, with differentials between disparate and shared tendencies, like water molecules excited to move faster at the top of the ocean and slower at the bottom. Matter eventually formulates under the pressure of forces and the variances between aspects of the field as they behave independently of one another other. Near the top of the ocean are faster moving molecules, with slower moving pockets of molecules interrupting and faster moving molecules descending. In between are warm and lukewarm molecules, and as a field these pockets can be termed “aspects resonant to one another”. Varying pockets are resonant to one another without total uniform resonance, creating a quantum field level, three dimensional (or four dimensional, time is the ‘fourth dimension’) and pre-subatomic, friction.

This friction is electromagnetism, present at all levels of the field, and it is considered one of the fundamental forces of nature. Resonances and variances between pockets of resonance in turn cause indescribably minute regions of the field to become subject to a uniformly “inward” (simultaneously moving toward one another) force, creating whirling tendencies of motion that yield gyroscopic characterizations of the field, leading to a “propagated collapse”, where the overall friction, or electromagnetism of the field leads to, or propagates until, gyroscopic tendencies develop.

-If those basic conditions were put into a simulation that was powerful enough, it will likely take forever, but the contention is that the result will be plasma matter. With the proposed idea that the majority of matter in the universe is plasma, the significance becomes apparent. Apart form this, take the words of those two paragraphs, and if the goal is to define the situation accurately, it sounds like the language needed will be a combination of chaos math and applied statistical probabilities (chaos math identifies the form within the chaos), but the solution can still be stated using algebra, plain as day. Leaving this:

mc(squared) italicized lowercase “i”, subscript capital I, with a line under it, under the line is the same thing, but with subscript capital S, and the whole thing has a parenthesis around it, then add a little two up at the top right, outside the parenthesis. All of that has a line under it, and below that line is mc(squared), then a capital LW with a line under it, and that is over an italicized lowercase “i”, the equation is then equal to the number “one”.

That equation says: People knowing right from wrong, simply for the fact that it can be known, undermines evil in its ability to compound upon itself, and because the equation defines the unified field, what it says is, existence can be no other way.

The same message as every valid religion on the planet, just forever. But this is not a joke. These works are parcels in a living Gnostic advance. The language is being updated, and here’s the rub:

It does not matter one bit what any person living or dead has to say about it.

This is the physics, the enemy found a way to run from it, so now they have to deal with people who can speak – not their language – but the language of their masters, and their masters prefer that their minions remain illiterate. Take a minute to consider the lie being suggested:

(1) Calculus is being used to perpetuate the mysterious ideas behind what is thought to make mass matter, and there is a lot of money to be made from that discrepancy – for one thing – atomic energy is pushed as somehow a cleaner version of power (cleaner than coal and that’s a low bar); there is no end to the profit to be made by maintaining the lie, and if the math can be used to obfuscate the facts, no one has to deal with potential moral quandaries, except for those openly profiting the most from the system.

(2) Physics is unknowingly calculating a symbol that actually means sentience, and the intent of sentience is being calculated as a negative one that is presented as a workable factor, because when you make the square root of a negative one equal to ANYTHING, even if it is a symbol, you make it a workable factor, which means at the same time, at some level, the intent of sentience is being factored as not only imaginary, but as the conceptualization of a negative thing.

(3) In the paradigm which at this point includes an agenda partially secreted by how math is taught: a(squared) plus b(squared) equals c(squared), given definitions fit to the ideas presented, means all “the alpha types” will team up to corral all “the beta types” of people; squaring is them compounding or teaming up, and this continual process makes sentience – c(squared), what it is for this existence.

(4) Summing up #3: The math as defined here predicts that a sentient conceptualization-triggering scenario that is involved as teaching a partially correct math would have to be used to create a fixture of what people in general know, and for most it cannot be a part of what people can explain correctly. With knowledge comes power, and power appeals to evil people. The fixtures created are the regimented institutions of control, both criminal and overt that run the world – nothing at the level of the field is there to stop the orchestrations of evil; evil got there first and the modern world is the result.

Evil people can be kept under control within a strict hierarchy that offers regular, exclusive rewards, and the orders of evil who in fact “administer” the physics for how it dictates life must be lived are not likely to know their actual role in these terms, because evil people are selfish, and they are generally offered little more real reward in return for their cooperation than the promise of moving higher up the ladder, but only at a time when adherents are supposedly ready for the next bit of allowed “knowledge”. Meaning enough types of evil’s kind will have to memorize disparate catalogs of succinct definitions, which will vary according to their orders and are only meant to be known in specialized ways, because the aggregated distribution of ideas behind evil’s meanings structures sentient conceptualizations across the total numbers of evil people – there could be three unique definitions of a(squared) plus b(squared) equals c(squared), and all three would have nothing to do with the hypotenuse of a triangle.

Now extrapolate the scenario and apply it to every type of evil – that makes the sentient conceptualizations of evil people reliable at some level inside each and every one of them, keeping their actions predictable and actions express intent. In fact, teaching the majority of the tiers of evil’s hierarchy that more complex math is unneeded because it’s all one big hex anyway suits evil just fine. Few people who are content with selfish rewards are concerned about how to correctly perform math; you could tell them it’s all a curse using secret teachings with definitions you call more important and they’ll say, “Ha! I knew it”.

EXPERIMENT #4

This was written in the State of Nevada, which for a time held the rank of 49th in the union for educational standards, weeks after Nevada’s Department of Education announced they are lowering educational standards again, which begs the question:

If people were to be introduced to these ideas as math, knowing the correct symbols from the beginning, would it matter if how the math is calculated was wrong? -If you taught that cancelling out the identical parts of the equation was correct. It will eventually cause problems for some, but the math is algebra – it is not the math of taking care of personal finances, which is the only reason many, many people use math.

People are sentient beings, and sentience is the source of intent. Their conceptualizations will tell them, “Okay, so evil will end”. They may even write out the equation as originally stated, and by measure of the actual physics a small amount of sentient knowing will become convinced it is safeguarded from evil, so the person’s intent may be expressed differently from that day forward, to some degree bettering the world.

In the grand scheme of things, that’s the only thing people doing the work of waging the Gnostic war will need, for a time. Naturally the argument must be made concrete.

Physicists and mathematicians will throw the equation out, laughing about how it’s too stupid for them to consider claims about physics that are made using algebra, but these are people as well. Over the long term, their sentient conceptualizations may shift if they were kind enough to read the words before the equation, or if they were able to look at the equation long enough to know it is wrong. In fact, and this is subtle, if they read the math enough to know the wrong calculation, they within themselves acceded to the definitions of the model.

It’s no skin off their back – they certainly did not intend to – but their kind cannot account for sentience and they still to this day argue about gravity, so who’s to bother them about what their intents actually are?  

= = =

Panoramic Production

A world away God flashed a message into the minds of every living person as they slept. By dawn everyone knew God had built for them a house in the center of that world’s remaining rainforest. With the house’s location came instructions to elect one among them to receive its key and enter. God said once this person is agreed upon, keys will materialize into his or her hands and only that person will be allowed to approach the house. 

All across the world people knew what they had to do. There was little deliberation. During the six a.m. news hour a man’s face began to flash across televisions, tablets, phones and computer screens worldwide, whether on or not they were on. There was no possible way for him to have rigged such a broadcast – it seemed to have been shot while he was unawares and it was reported that the feed was not footage of any kind; the man’s every deed just showed up on screens everywhere, and he was found later that morning. He was quickly ushered onto a plane bound for the rainforest. The house’s keys materialized in his hand while he was miles above the ocean. At a remote landing strip he got into a helicopter which flew him the rest of the way, and he arrived to six news choppers hovering and circling an area where their crews had landed. 

Dusk had just begun its approach. Bright lights were positioned to cover the entire clearing made for the house. Camera crews were everywhere, capturing every view from every angle around and above, sending it to every device – every channel all over the world. They all shared the man’s amazement as they discovered, simultaneously, that there was really nothing special about the house. It was a plain, three or four bedroom, one story tract home that looked like it could have been removed from a suburban development and relocated. No surrounding grass or yard of any sort, no pavement or asphalt, its foundation extended a yard above the ground, and three steps allowed easy access to the door.  

The man put the key into the deadbolt with his right hand, unlocked it, turned the knob and pushed in, but the door wouldn’t give. He discovered the door to the house God had built opened outward. He stepped down one step, leaned back to open it all the way, then stepped back up. For a fraction of a second he looked into the house, then entered, and as his second foot landed inside, the entire structure collapsed upon him like it was made of cards. 

They never found his body among the piled debris. 

            An empty house with a creaking front door that is always ajar, gently swaying – forever nudged back and forth by a breeze – and through its abandoned rooms and halls, a voice speaks as if an invisible recorder started playback:

“There were certainly synchronicities. This projection of the infinite candle’s light has grown pale and flickering. Like a fire echoing off of seven walls to shake the darkness of a world away. Allegory of the cave, what swimming pictures justifications make. Remember how glossy leaves shivered on branches and reflected sunlight – realizing the same wind making those leaves twinkle is shifting the hairs on your head. It’s actually just nervous registers, a few clicks ticking the skinniest hand along a mundane circular path. Rumors were circulating that our crazy Uncle Sam had actually had it in for us all along; that he had everyone’s thoughts ordered and filed, imaged upon thin screens, and fashioned into his own type of foil he would twist into a glimmering rope then unravel to a silver wrinkled plane over and over. Anyway, this would account for all these odd voices. Never mind what we say without speaking.”

God delivered the same vision of the same house in another world’s remaining rainforest with identical instructions to everyone. The scenario started out the same, except the chosen one was a woman. After opening the door she stepped backward down two steps and fixed her gaze on the entrance. She was consumed in the moment’s gravity, and while stepping from the second to the top stair, as she approached, the house collapsed.

The woman was unscathed, left standing before a pile of rubble, and she laughed uncontrollably. Unable to pause enough to speak, she laughed throughout all subsequent interviews, and she stopped the following morning. But the only sound she ever made for the rest of her life was hysterical laughter.