“. . . the spirit that Hitler once upheld lives strong in the Promethean flame of the shadow government today, and their soul-controlled puppets that we see in the every-day media, with their artificial smiles plastered upon the screens, their words all meaningless, as they regurgitate well-prepared and carefully calculated low dosages of psychic opiate . . .” – Naropa

We are at the crux of a generation, at the middle point between mass extinction and a new breed of man. The renaissance of the scholar-warriors. The relentless war and violence that has plagued the last several millennia has reached a culminating point of intelligence and intensity. It’s obvious. We are on high alert. A sense of danger and a pervasive feeling of an unknown hostility lurking amongst the fabric of our visible existence has reached the forefront of our attention. Our third eyes, craving the ethereal nectar of truth for so long, have been at work, out of hibernation, finally- sorting out the common lies of the masses from the essence of what is truly real. We’ve got the upper-hand on the machines on that one. We’re getting tired of it and we want our food. It’s getting easier, quicker, faster to see what’s going on.

We saw the bullshit, the layers, the timelines, the effects. Like an acquired skill, we quickly became aware that we were living in the Matrix, and it’s entanglements were wide and far-reaching. We felt that familiar tightening in our stomachs, our chests pressing down on us. The clunking of shackles in our shadows when we walked to work. It was in-between time. We knew, deep down, that we had been lied to.

Escaping one of it’s many tentacles just seemed to give open space for another prey to come rushing in, subduing us and seducing us into giving up that open slot of submission, so that it could feed on it for all it’s worth and then tax us for the public service it provided. So clean, calculated and sterile. Such a slow murder. If you complained or said anything about this parasitic process, there was a whole other department in the Matrix set in place to either silence you, or make you feel so weak and useless that you wouldn’t have the heart to say anything ever again. Continue reading →