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World War Reality II – Hypnotic Illusion

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World War Real – Part I

And from Misinformation onto Illusion…

Think on this – Illusion

Ultimately, much of what we understand to be “information,” may, in fact, be misinformation.  Information creates our own personal illusions about reality.  These illusions may be personal or social.  And, naturally, personal understanding affects an individual’s social understanding. Much like the North versus South conflict previously discussed, the conflict itself acts as a misinformation indicator.  The most heated conflicts in human interaction have political and/or religious roots.

First, let’s explore events of mass illusion.  The year was 1979, and Joe Newman presented free energy to the world with his latest “energy machine” design.  Scientists scoffed while he quickly gained popularity and reached stardom.  Despite all of the sophisticated reason scientists threw at it, people cheered Newman on.  People simply wanted to believe – and, well, they did.  Joe represented a symbol of hope.  He came from a humble background, and was a high school dropout.  Newman was the people’s hero during his moment in the spotlight – a scientific revolutionary!

With the country inspired by the free energy fire, Joseph Newman spoke of godly visions and waved Einstein’s Theory of Special Relativity around.  Newman claimed that God appointed him as “steward for his gift,”  and explained that energy is sustainable at the speed of light.  Through using Einstein’s equation and visions, Newman appealed to disassociated authorities.  This obscured any authority’s identity through the devices of a largely scientifically uneducated society, and an unknowable god.  In effect, Newman created and continued to fuel this mass illusion of hype, hope, and an American dream.

Unfortunately, hope cannot defy the laws of thermodynamics.  Law one, or Conservation, overturned any probable notion of the perpetual motion device ever creating energy.  Law two, or Entropy, shut Newman’s case down completely – As, it states that when energy is expended, there will always be a loss.  Joe always boasted of what miracles the machine could never do, nor, would he ever be able to demonstrate.  The scientific community sharply debunked Newman’s claims with what is now taught in an introductory Physics course.

Street magicians such as David Blaine and Criss Angel would later rush in once again to steal our hearts, leaving us filled with mystery and awe believing that these gurus somehow gained insight into the metaphysical realm(s).  Angel walked on water, floated from building to building, while Blaine could throw a poker card at a moving bus window and make it appear on the other side.  Blaine wrote his book “Mysterious Stranger,” only to cast more shadows over his act.  He revealed some simple “magic” tricks, but offered spiritual advice, as well – never fully uncloaking himself.  Angel landed a TV show.  Both magicians pulsed through the internet on Youtube videos.  Angel caught my eye when he walked on water.  People were swimming underneath his feet while he was crossing over a hotel pool to illustrate that there was no solid platform underneath him.

Acts like those of Blaine and Angel swept the nation because they preformed with no pre-rigged stage to assist them.  Some people were convinced that they were performing real magic because the no “smoke and mirrors” environment made their acts seem impossible.  However, their fame was short-lived, and simply exposed by critical thinkers.  Both magicians used similar methods in their performances.  They utilized the entire shroud of the internet to distract the audience.  They would perform basic tricks in front of real enthusiasts and tape their reactions.  Then, they would later return to the area and use machines, props, and other tools of their trade that would have been easily spotted by the gawking crowd, earlier.  For example, Blaine would stage a partner inside the bus to stick an identical poker card to the one he would throw at the bus on the inside of the window.  Chris angel used cranes to “levitate” from building to building.  Angel also used clear, hollow (this explains people swimming under his feet), plastic boxes to walk across the water on.

Another interesting feat is “cold reading,” and the general science of hypnosis. Both, “cold reading” and mass hypnosis exploit subconscious suggestion.  In “cold reading,” a person claiming to be a “psychic” will say a basic, and very common name aloud – asking the crowd if anyone knows a “Bob” or “Michael,” or “Susan”…etc.  An even simpler tactic just uses a letter for the read.  Naturally, a member in the crowd will excitedly jump out of their seat and give up a name that it may be.  Then the “psychic” plays off of the information given, and may “cold read” for further information.  Mass hypnosis is can be simply powered in the same manner – by an idea.

Weapons alone, do not kill people, but beliefs doHitler commanded and army with an idea. Saturated with Hitler’s propaganda, the German Third Reich society became convinced that the Jewish people killed their Lord and savior. Ready and willing, the army took up the sword of vengeance and moved on their perceived enemy. Aldolf Hitler’s tactics are sickening, but he was not the first war commander to use this method.  Not by any measure.  Information is the very fulcrum, upon which social leverage functions.  Information is the axis upon which the social world spins.  Information becomes an idea when believed in, and a force of nature when fueled by emotion.  In Hitler’s case, the emotion of love and other honorable and ethical notions were channeled into a system of ideas grounded in a pre-existing framework of the nation.  Hitler simply stoked the embers Martin Luther left behind – igniting a white hot fire, religious in nature. Did Hitler invent this form of social control? Not by any means. The ancient Mayans were convinced that the gods would not let the sun shine until a sufficient amount of human blood was offered.  The ancient Egyptians are said to have believed that their rulers were gods, themselves.  This belief fueled war and slavery alike. In his book, “The Art of War,” war master and descendant from a rich bloodline of war advisors, Sun Tzu (500 BCE), named religious faith as the “first constant.” in successful warfare:

The Moral Law causes the people to be in complete accord with their ruler, so that they will follow him regardless of their lives, undismayed by any danger.

History is rich with other examples, as well.  In conclusion – massive cultural alignment, or paradigm, is catalyzed by a very religious type of faith. In ancient tribal traditions, the spiritual advisor, or, Shaman of the tribe, was/is placed beside the King, or tribal leader.  In terms of cultural alignment, the Shaman’s advice wields the highest appeal to authority – even placed beyond the influence of the tribe’s Alpha male.  Also, another mysterious example of illusion is the Tibetan Tulpa Effect (must read – very interesting) .  All these examples denote instances, if not constants, of mass illusion – from Hitler to the tribal Shaman.

However, mass hypnosis is not so complex in models illustrating its effects on smaller group dynamics. A religious faith emotionally charges ideas, but is not the only game on the block.  Social dynamics allow for a variety of “controls.”  Peer pressure, non-religious ethically charged forms of leadership (aka – political ideologies), societal values, social deviance, in group/out group dynamism, sub-cultural facets, and other pockets of social/group motives may all be culprits of mass illusions. Yet, inducing hypnosis is as simple as planting an idea through a sleight of hand delivery – or, tapping another’s subconscious.

Current U.S. president, Barack Obama, not only monopolized on the minority vote simply by being a minority himself, but flawlessly executed other key tactics of mass hypnotism by sparking positive associations with his campaigns.  Obama demonstrated textbook propaganda techniques in wording “hope,” “change,” and his platinum hit “Yes we can!” in his speeches.  These simple techniques touched on deeper levels within the democratic identity of American policy.  Obama hit the very mark to ignite cultural alignment – And, with both tact and precision.  His win was a easy prediction to call from my perspective. Now, if only we could bet on it, haha. I could make quick and lofty financial gains every four years.  But, with all his hope preaching, the national economy still plummeted as projected, and he finished where his predecessor, George W. Bush left off.  Since then, we’ve seen criminal corporate bailouts, the passing of more laws, the unnecessary expansion of government, and…I’ll just stop there.  I do have a larger point here.

There are several options to choose from when a U.S. voter registers, but since the presidency in America was established, two primary groups have been the only players in the presidential circuit.  In the beginning, there were Federalists and Anti-Federalists.  The two groups changed their game uniforms up, and are now the Republican versus Democrat false dichotomy.  It’s amazing what linguistics can achieve.  Unfortunately, this is where class division begins.  And, by class-division, I mean social inequality.

To restate the thesis of this writing series – Misinformation instills a mass illusion creating social inequality, and thus establishes ranks of enslavement.  

Social Inequality will be thoroughly discussed in the next piece of this series.  Stay tuned! Sources will be cited eventually!

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Inspirations

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Movie: Seven Pounds

Song: Lateralus by Tool

People: Those who shine from within

Human: Siddhartha Gautama

Meditation: Active creation (making art)

Place: Redwood Forest

Superhero: Kalel ;)

Teacher: All of the hundreds that have brought me inspiration

God: The emergent intelligence found on our planet

Book: Einstein’s Dreams

Allegory: The Cave

Political System: Native Elder Councils

Dream: Those of long lost people and animals I have loved and have taught me about love

Work of art: This:

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Ideal: The human family…becoming a family.

Experience: Pack hiking

…and so much more…

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The Heliocentric Catalyst

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We’re all catalysts. Spinning around and bouncing off of each other. What we do with, and to, each other has meaning. Just as two cosmic material bodies colliding has meaning. As conscious beings, our ‘collisions’ travel a much different space, path, and belong to destinies on a much different course than mere materialism.

The meaning…no…the means of meaning, are left to interpretation of those observing.

In my experience, we’re all fragments of a great mystery, and, pieces of the same puzzle.

A catalyst, according to me, is a kind of self aware piece amidst the others. To understand our place is a matter of introspection, and to approach the puzzle board with a consistently shaped honesty in order to lend missing fragments (the size of a grain of sand, a small rocky moon, or even the mass of a sun) …to our fellow pieces. We all do this in our own ways…

…and this, to me, is true beauty.

Shine like a sun.  Forever, shine on…

Shine down upon the broken until our divisions become one…

 

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The Far Reach

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The cultural landscapes of the world today are much like continental shifts.  The original continent, known as “Pangaea,” rose from the ocean as a single uniform mass.  The processes of time, erosion, volcanism, and gravitational forces eventually fractured Pangaea in several areas, sending the pieces adrift in all directions.

Here we sit today, galvanized by cultural and continental division.  In a sense, the human species is no more connected than the continent of Pangea.  Not far behind, our ancestors also set out on their own continental divide and drift, and, in effect, genetically altering future generations of their offspring through environmental acclimation. The people today are as different as the continental regions their ancestors settled on.  Heliocentric determinism racially defined our species based on exposure to, and distance from, the sun.  Those that settled nearest the equator, adapted darker shades of skin pigmentation than others further removed in relation and/or exposure to our sun.  Colder regions dawned vastly different versions of our species with pale skin and unique body hair densities to shield against freezing conditions.

I cannot help but reflect upon the universal consistencies, fluid but bound, in a vortex, spiraling out – into this fractal expansion.  From the atom to the galactic front.  Hurling through the space-time continuum, we are the very die cast by probability.  And, from probability, our species’ propensity for conflict is as evident today as it has ever been.  As the planet builds to a flashpoint with each of our seven billion sets of hands awkwardly scribing in the sum of our ignorance.  Across the planet, egocentrism urges on the notion that violence may be an unsurpassable obstruction to peaceful coexistence.  Cross-culturally, humans have shown that they are the most prolific and ardent conspecific killer to ever arise from the depths of life’s potential.  Out of a seemingly limitless labyrinth of choice, the majority repeat patterns of destruction resulting in a moral erosion – ever outshining any other conflict in existence.  We kill, separate, hate, destroy, waste, take, and consume with a tone of vampirism.  Chaos seems to pull us into its gravitational fields and currents of a looming cultural abyss. Archaic systems of spiritual guidance and political governance are often applied in place of progress, and compassion has become an endangered enlightenment only preserved by the tears of those who care to listen to the wisdom of their hearts.  Let my tears be counted among them.  Let my eyes not weaken as I continuously choose to clear and tune my vision.  I will count each dove that falls and each injustice my heart will carry as my own.  If I can bear it, let me hold the suffering upon my back.  Let me not call for help or cast guilt ridden stones.  This is my choice because it is the conceit, the gluttony, and the measure of an intelligent heart.

If this condition of the world is woven in the acclaimed plan of any cultural god or gods, they are gods to the negligent and equally slain by a heart brandishing intelligence.  Robbed, are these old high path steps, and found devoid of any relevance.  Bow in reverence to the ruins of cultures time has forsaken and lost and be consumed be the height of self deceit.  These false idols will continually finance war and cut its adherents from herds of the apathetic masses of the weak.  The higher path’s beauty and peace frail hearts and minds will claim to know by their ancient master’s preach, but have no more understanding of a light by existing in the dark of shadow.  Many will begin this trek, only to retreat in fear.  Attracted to the light they once sought to know, but blinded are the eyes that have not been enlightened by their tears.  Self centricity is the Sifu of the dumb heart – barred from the high roads, passing too hurredly to bear its beauty, and peace, to the deaf – is rendered silent.  Fervently, many winding masses seek, but the true light dims to those barren of a heart’s tears, like a mirage in a desert or a ghost of time.  The eye of this needle may be forever narrowing in its closing for those afraid of what is within.  A calloused heart is a crippling self infliction, and traveled by billions – apathetic rote practice of empty teaching.  See this torch held,  and not lost in following.  Chasing personal gods lay bare their pursuit as a selfish wish in signs only ever echoed back by the author’s reflection among the chasm called by us, universe, whilst the hand shake the pen in the weary trifling.

Scribbled lines mar the message as knots only untangled by the far reach.  Pulls from within ring tones of truth, and your heart may break, yet strength it flexes in the heal.  The path shirks the weak, as the legend of its rare passengers is seen.  And…I will fear no evil because the strongest hearts align with me. See yourself in another and lift the illusory mirror smoke magic.  Rise and stand at the foot of this mountain, lest, in your heart, you see a mad man.  Anger begot compassion in tilting the heart’s table, and the mind begot a word in this refraction.  If this god is love, beware any hell that fallacies teach – or, this path lose any passage rite in fiction and fable.

Hatched from the extrapolated vibrations sounded by the hums of chaos – We are the anomalies of sentience. Beneath the atomic glue that engages us into this spiraling structure, our faces are the shape and product of chaos.  From possibility, to potential, to probable, and onto algorithmic determinism – the heart each have written is bound to form. Stand strong as the intelligence of hearts begins to feel, else escape, a turned back, returning to the card house of fear.

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Corridor of Intrinsia and a Fiction of Love

The corridors option east, left, north, and right. 

Openings into my shadow walk the winding lines.

I wield heavy heart and steely belief against each beggar bully.

Snap my tongue at each twisting end.

Here I wager the still blue peace for a broken  vain lie.

Anger toxifies the cells in my blood – Struck dumb…I am blind.

Stumbling and sinking slowly; I wander in.

Wandering, Im wondering swim backward toward the deep.

Trespasses among my guilty ties, the world on its axis endures countless mechanical tremor.

Caught the eye of a seer’s haunting vision; corruption authors its ruin as it is alldiametrically torn.

Villain defined by the hero as each action equals the opposite born.

A chasm swallowing each point of dark burden and the fine lines of genius of light’s fractal shine.

Reflection dance atop deep clear pools revealing illusions spun on the falsehoods of of time.

Eternally now and whisper the silk spun riddle silences that have weathered towering giants and new hatches of ants breeding…

Foes burn until dust. Lengthy days draw the snapping mouths of chemical rust.

Changes reveal a state of the constant. Tense… awake and hesitant.

Wake and move in to clutch her from plasticity.

Searchs on the legend of a purity…distant echoes in you and me.

He once saw her soul – radiation of countless galactic suns.

Without her, a refracted prism of a fraction…

Within her, the completion…
Of his one.

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