Interdimensional agency
Intelligence Forecasting
Big wheel in the corporatocracy in Cyberpunk: Electric City
80s neon retro dystopia of the ACTUAL 80s, through an Arcane LensTM
Merkaba Shuffle
Interdimensional agency
Intelligence Forecasting
Big wheel in the corporatocracy in Cyberpunk: Electric City
80s neon retro dystopia of the ACTUAL 80s, through an Arcane LensTM
Merkaba Shuffle
Ritual abusers,
in whatever stripe they come –
Their ceremonies
You know the ones…
They’re supposed to represent life:
A life
From conception
That’s the part they show in movies –
Birth
Voila
To death
All represented neatly
In one ceremony
Cool right?
Clever even
But despicable beyond all reason
And it gets worse
You’d think, oh
At least it’s over
For the poor thing
Wrong!
That’s the very point of the rite
Not just the blood
The essence
The life energy
But the soul
A slave is born
A slave
To a slave
In a farm
To make more
The bottom
Of this depravity
I fear
We have not reached
Yet
We need to free those souls trapped
That cannot be permitted to stand
These are vile creatures
With a black hole for a soul
And no amount of hell-bound souls
Enslaved
Can feed what has no bottom
How to conquer a world and enslave its people for your own gain without them ever finding out – Alpha Draconin
Eugenics Cult Tales
Howto eliminate all undesirables out of the gene pool and stick yourself in a lower vibration to evade your inevitable extinction – some supremely genetically pure grey intellectual androgyne homunculus
the weird shit goes by, and we all learn to accept that the galaxy is way weirder than we ever imagined.
of course, it’s hard. change sucks, even when it’s for the better.
no one could have known that then, however.
Weird doesn’t have to imply malice: we already overthrew the most dastardly pricks anywhere or when, and we did it – not with a bullet – but a hug.
we evolved, they didn’t.
they ceased to exist, we didn’t.
the world moved on, forward, and together. without having the bug up its collective ass of having to struggle just to survive, clawing at each other for scraps was no longer even a faint consideration.
fuck someone over for money? why would you harm another person, a real person -intententionally – to HOPE to gain an imaginary quantity?
wow, how many delusions can you fit into a sentence? Logical fallacies? Don’t get me started.