From a discarded parchment found in Munich...
It is the year 1402, in the month of March, who knows what day exactly, and I have sold my last extra pair of True Eyes to some Phoenician and Jewish merchants for the gold to buy a sword with which to end my life. For I have seen worse fates than death, and I have seen where the power flows, and I have known the footsteps of astonishment and grown weary. April is the cruellest month and I will not live to see it again this year. All of the drops of poisoned sustenance breed eternal dependence in all new life on the Earth, dependence to the Skotianth. There is indeed pure life in some aging trees that even today predate the malicious Skotianth, trees alive during the Roman period. But within a few hundred years, even those Roman fortresses, like myself, are doomed to fall, their trunks doubled over in pain and despair.
We don't really live in a spatial realm, you know. From the True Eyes it's easy to see that. To understand what is going on, you have to step back from the reality you had trusted, and try to get yourself to see its falseness. You have to trust yourself, if you can't trust anything else. I can't give you the whole picture right now, and the horrors of April prevent me from giving this vision more light, but others have preceded me, and others will follow me. Let me try to do what little I can do.
So let's first attack the assumption of space with the reality of the situation, because the example is instructive. You see, what may appear to be the spatial relations of the things in front of you are actually just an arbitrary division of our world into "here" and "there", the experience of which is constructed by the great Skotianth overlords. The way you're apparently facing, the apparent size of your body, the apparent distance of your computer away from you, the apparent configuration of your body, all of these are false apparitions that should be doubted ruthlessly.
Space is not just a small, local delusion that life has always worked handily and smoothly around, like narcissism or powerlessness. No, this delusion is malicious, deliberate, and has been choking us from our potential. For it applies to the world over and in fact, the entire universe. All extraterrestrials are far away in space, by definition. But their real distance (shown by the True Eyes) is a function of their emotional, economic, and social relationships to us. And, without much surprise, many of the extraterrestrials are very close to us in real distances and real space, influencing the human realm and interacting with us - some even more closely than the Skotianth of our very planet. Of course, these aliens can see us, and we cannot see them. This gives them an opportunity to exploit us above and beyond the exploitation of the Skotianth, who can conveniently use us as slaves with which to bargain in an ever-expanding economy of their control. The Skotianth consciously keep away from awaking, because we could just as soon take charge of our bodies and join other aliens in our cause. We are their animals, though we are just as powerful and intelligent. They have sapped us of our potential, and may continue to do so for all of time. This is the prospect that has finally convinced me to give up my life - I can't bear to watch the enslavement with my True Eyes and know the beautiful, doomed attempts at feeling in your arid realm, reader.
By now it should not surprise you that the whole configuration of the Earth is just a clever little construction of the Skotianth. The way South America and Africa fit together is not a fact of geology, but only a Skotianth map-maker's convenience. That's all the spatial universe is for us; it is just a real-sized map that our current eyes do not allow us to look "up" from. This is why the mind is needed, to imagine our way up.
It is also true that distance and even time are part of the same holistic conspiracy of the Skotianth. In some sense, the ultimate benefit of this "trip" to the Skotianth controllers is that its complexity is so irresistible for us to fixate on and analyze, and thereby become ensnared further in the delusion. Our imaginations, our only extant tool we truly still have control over, are being subverted by our addiction and curiosity towards the natural world. Modern ecology and physics have become gold mines for Skotianth-influenced authors since the dawn of time. The Skotianth do about one thing to our minds, beyond all the delusions, and it's mockingly simple: Every once in awhile, they feed a "revelation" of science or religion to a few of us, feed the rest of us the impression that it is a new and important idea, and watch as we worship and fixate on our ungraspable fantasies. We are obsessed in our journals and holy books and then, as ultimate hypocrites, we go further and exclude other modes of understanding. I have seen this before in other examples: The fixation on money slowly crowds out the practice of bartering. The fixation on dead numbers and dying religion crowds out the practices of vital literature and living spirituality. And now, as I (and countless others throughout this great expanse of simultaneous history) have seen, the fixation on distance, time, and space crowds out the process of seeing reality.
We are taught to believe that if a man is 5 miles away, that it will take such an such a time to reach him, going on such and such roads at such a speed. No. All of these things are comfortable falsehoods. While the interweaving of time and space and distance is true and logical within its own delusional construct, I might imagine that if they could, the overlords would laugh themselves senseless as we take that to be any more than a false conclusion from a false assumption. It doesn't even make sense to talk about how far away a man is, with no other knowledge. We can only begin to understand distance in the context of a metric for something real. If you know that your yardstick could be bent in any direction by the Skotianth without your noticing, you (I hope!) would not take that that yardstick very seriously for measuring. But that is exactly what they do with all of space. So let's take something that they can't directly change. Let's take a friendship of yours, and ask how far away that friend is, in his capacity as a friend.
Let's, for the sake of argument, take a friend you know that is in your view "5 miles away". I claim that it is irrelevant, in this new understanding, the spatial distance. How far away, then, is our friend? The answer is that it depends on the extent, the mutuality, and the emotional function of that friendship. For though the Skotianth can make us feel small with the depression they have created in all of us, and they can hurt all of our friendships thereby, this is a distance they (for once) can't just bend on their own. It would be like us trying to bend space! It's nonsensical. All they can do is try to give a few futile shoves to divide us and get us out of the way, but even then, our real bodies are immune to them. The Skotianth only have power over us in the lifelong psychedelic trip they have created for all of us, though in this realm, their power is ultimate.
Emotional distance, and the separation between people, has always had more of real substance than physical distance has, and these distances can be zero or even negative. People can be emotionally fused while far apart in distance or time or even in different possible alternate dimensions. Thus the universe that is real looks like a significant spatial and dimensional distortion of our current realm. To the Skotianth, our realm is likewise a significant spiritual and emotional distortion of reality. They find it...well the same as we might find a Lovecraft description or a Roerich painting or a Poe story. They find what they have done to us to be an affront to the gods they worship, and the existence of this realm wears them down even to consider. A famous Skotianth proverb is "My eyes bleed just thinking about it." and only through our real power to destroy them in vengeance do they keep this horrid mode of our experience around.
So you see, the construction of distance and others, serves to abstract and distort us us from friendship, our relations of power, and our TRUE allegiances. On the spatial kingdom of Earth separation from what is real is a constant of experience. Religion is a construction that teaches us to profane our deep philosophical relations and then to replace these relations with clouded, close-minded, simple dogma. Government is a construction that separates political groups of all races and classes from uncovering power relations between each other. Property, a bad little spin-off from distance, goes further and (most exorbitantly to a True Seer) actually assigns patches of land and rooms to lucky customers; of course, this just reinforces space and time. A lease is just ordering you to say, under penalty of blood and imprisonment, that you endorse the construction of distance. The construction of size is meant to make us feel small: though in real life we are as large and handsome as we are virtuous, the delusions are meant to humble us in relation to the mere *size* of the universe, as if that size is something other than a "big number" the Skotianth decided upon at random! But in our current delusions, apparently, the size of the universe alone is enough to castrate and pervert our ambitions.
This is, among other things, what the rare gift of True Eyes can show you. This is what the Skotianth, the Shadow Government, has poisoned you from seeing. You can see the relationship between two people. You can see the flow of power, literally manifested before your eyes. You can see to what extent distinctions are arbitrary and to what extent distinctions are not arbitrary. Even as space and distance is a falsehood, True Eyes in fact gives us access to a world orthogonal and as infinite to our own appears, a world of philosophical and emotional and spiritual space, as multidimensional and awe-inspiring as the spatial unverse seems. And journeys are not going from place to place, but from spiritual state to spiritual state. A journey is really of the mind and of the soul. There is more content and less abstraction. And I know this. But I also know that death in the spatial realm is one thing that is not arbitrary. It just isn't quite as you understand it, and I don't look to it with pain, but with the joy of another journey. In the world made manifest by the True Eyes, I shall not die, but break into many strands and eventually begin to work for good in this Earth. And the True Eyes shall not decompose, for vision is infinite within this petty realm we dare to call reality!
It is the year 1402, in the month of March, who knows what day exactly, and I have sold my last extra pair of True Eyes to some Phoenician and Jewish merchants for the gold to buy a sword with which to end my life. For I have seen worse fates than death, and I have seen where the power flows, and I have known the footsteps of astonishment and grown weary. April is the cruellest month and I will not live to see it again this year. All of the drops of poisoned sustenance breed eternal dependence in all new life on the Earth, dependence to the Skotianth. There is indeed pure life in some aging trees that even today predate the malicious Skotianth, trees alive during the Roman period. But within a few hundred years, even those Roman fortresses, like myself, are doomed to fall, their trunks doubled over in pain and despair.
We don't really live in a spatial realm, you know. From the True Eyes it's easy to see that. To understand what is going on, you have to step back from the reality you had trusted, and try to get yourself to see its falseness. You have to trust yourself, if you can't trust anything else. I can't give you the whole picture right now, and the horrors of April prevent me from giving this vision more light, but others have preceded me, and others will follow me. Let me try to do what little I can do.
So let's first attack the assumption of space with the reality of the situation, because the example is instructive. You see, what may appear to be the spatial relations of the things in front of you are actually just an arbitrary division of our world into "here" and "there", the experience of which is constructed by the great Skotianth overlords. The way you're apparently facing, the apparent size of your body, the apparent distance of your computer away from you, the apparent configuration of your body, all of these are false apparitions that should be doubted ruthlessly.
Space is not just a small, local delusion that life has always worked handily and smoothly around, like narcissism or powerlessness. No, this delusion is malicious, deliberate, and has been choking us from our potential. For it applies to the world over and in fact, the entire universe. All extraterrestrials are far away in space, by definition. But their real distance (shown by the True Eyes) is a function of their emotional, economic, and social relationships to us. And, without much surprise, many of the extraterrestrials are very close to us in real distances and real space, influencing the human realm and interacting with us - some even more closely than the Skotianth of our very planet. Of course, these aliens can see us, and we cannot see them. This gives them an opportunity to exploit us above and beyond the exploitation of the Skotianth, who can conveniently use us as slaves with which to bargain in an ever-expanding economy of their control. The Skotianth consciously keep away from awaking, because we could just as soon take charge of our bodies and join other aliens in our cause. We are their animals, though we are just as powerful and intelligent. They have sapped us of our potential, and may continue to do so for all of time. This is the prospect that has finally convinced me to give up my life - I can't bear to watch the enslavement with my True Eyes and know the beautiful, doomed attempts at feeling in your arid realm, reader.
By now it should not surprise you that the whole configuration of the Earth is just a clever little construction of the Skotianth. The way South America and Africa fit together is not a fact of geology, but only a Skotianth map-maker's convenience. That's all the spatial universe is for us; it is just a real-sized map that our current eyes do not allow us to look "up" from. This is why the mind is needed, to imagine our way up.
It is also true that distance and even time are part of the same holistic conspiracy of the Skotianth. In some sense, the ultimate benefit of this "trip" to the Skotianth controllers is that its complexity is so irresistible for us to fixate on and analyze, and thereby become ensnared further in the delusion. Our imaginations, our only extant tool we truly still have control over, are being subverted by our addiction and curiosity towards the natural world. Modern ecology and physics have become gold mines for Skotianth-influenced authors since the dawn of time. The Skotianth do about one thing to our minds, beyond all the delusions, and it's mockingly simple: Every once in awhile, they feed a "revelation" of science or religion to a few of us, feed the rest of us the impression that it is a new and important idea, and watch as we worship and fixate on our ungraspable fantasies. We are obsessed in our journals and holy books and then, as ultimate hypocrites, we go further and exclude other modes of understanding. I have seen this before in other examples: The fixation on money slowly crowds out the practice of bartering. The fixation on dead numbers and dying religion crowds out the practices of vital literature and living spirituality. And now, as I (and countless others throughout this great expanse of simultaneous history) have seen, the fixation on distance, time, and space crowds out the process of seeing reality.
We are taught to believe that if a man is 5 miles away, that it will take such an such a time to reach him, going on such and such roads at such a speed. No. All of these things are comfortable falsehoods. While the interweaving of time and space and distance is true and logical within its own delusional construct, I might imagine that if they could, the overlords would laugh themselves senseless as we take that to be any more than a false conclusion from a false assumption. It doesn't even make sense to talk about how far away a man is, with no other knowledge. We can only begin to understand distance in the context of a metric for something real. If you know that your yardstick could be bent in any direction by the Skotianth without your noticing, you (I hope!) would not take that that yardstick very seriously for measuring. But that is exactly what they do with all of space. So let's take something that they can't directly change. Let's take a friendship of yours, and ask how far away that friend is, in his capacity as a friend.
Let's, for the sake of argument, take a friend you know that is in your view "5 miles away". I claim that it is irrelevant, in this new understanding, the spatial distance. How far away, then, is our friend? The answer is that it depends on the extent, the mutuality, and the emotional function of that friendship. For though the Skotianth can make us feel small with the depression they have created in all of us, and they can hurt all of our friendships thereby, this is a distance they (for once) can't just bend on their own. It would be like us trying to bend space! It's nonsensical. All they can do is try to give a few futile shoves to divide us and get us out of the way, but even then, our real bodies are immune to them. The Skotianth only have power over us in the lifelong psychedelic trip they have created for all of us, though in this realm, their power is ultimate.
Emotional distance, and the separation between people, has always had more of real substance than physical distance has, and these distances can be zero or even negative. People can be emotionally fused while far apart in distance or time or even in different possible alternate dimensions. Thus the universe that is real looks like a significant spatial and dimensional distortion of our current realm. To the Skotianth, our realm is likewise a significant spiritual and emotional distortion of reality. They find it...well the same as we might find a Lovecraft description or a Roerich painting or a Poe story. They find what they have done to us to be an affront to the gods they worship, and the existence of this realm wears them down even to consider. A famous Skotianth proverb is "My eyes bleed just thinking about it." and only through our real power to destroy them in vengeance do they keep this horrid mode of our experience around.
So you see, the construction of distance and others, serves to abstract and distort us us from friendship, our relations of power, and our TRUE allegiances. On the spatial kingdom of Earth separation from what is real is a constant of experience. Religion is a construction that teaches us to profane our deep philosophical relations and then to replace these relations with clouded, close-minded, simple dogma. Government is a construction that separates political groups of all races and classes from uncovering power relations between each other. Property, a bad little spin-off from distance, goes further and (most exorbitantly to a True Seer) actually assigns patches of land and rooms to lucky customers; of course, this just reinforces space and time. A lease is just ordering you to say, under penalty of blood and imprisonment, that you endorse the construction of distance. The construction of size is meant to make us feel small: though in real life we are as large and handsome as we are virtuous, the delusions are meant to humble us in relation to the mere *size* of the universe, as if that size is something other than a "big number" the Skotianth decided upon at random! But in our current delusions, apparently, the size of the universe alone is enough to castrate and pervert our ambitions.
This is, among other things, what the rare gift of True Eyes can show you. This is what the Skotianth, the Shadow Government, has poisoned you from seeing. You can see the relationship between two people. You can see the flow of power, literally manifested before your eyes. You can see to what extent distinctions are arbitrary and to what extent distinctions are not arbitrary. Even as space and distance is a falsehood, True Eyes in fact gives us access to a world orthogonal and as infinite to our own appears, a world of philosophical and emotional and spiritual space, as multidimensional and awe-inspiring as the spatial unverse seems. And journeys are not going from place to place, but from spiritual state to spiritual state. A journey is really of the mind and of the soul. There is more content and less abstraction. And I know this. But I also know that death in the spatial realm is one thing that is not arbitrary. It just isn't quite as you understand it, and I don't look to it with pain, but with the joy of another journey. In the world made manifest by the True Eyes, I shall not die, but break into many strands and eventually begin to work for good in this Earth. And the True Eyes shall not decompose, for vision is infinite within this petty realm we dare to call reality!
Cool concept. The only reason I wrote any of these is to convince a conspiracy theorist on this forum of a conspiracy I had completely made up. So not great writing. Not even enjoyable. Only reason I'm not deleting it is because I value the historical record.
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