The Path to My Illusions

Recycling MarkerTo sum things up, when refinements in my mind ran high, which also meant I entered a deeper level of complacency, I became easily influenced by outside factors while blinding myself to my surroundings. Parts of nature had a field day as succulent ideas that lacked a foundation appeared as strong, healthy objects inside a distortion as I wandered off in life.

Get-Rich-Quick Schemes and Multi-Leveled Complexes were at the top of my to-do list, and I didn’t care whether they were legal or not. Gradually, I’d enter into a strong Sensation Based Reality over a long period utterly ignorant to any oncoming tidal-wave heading back my way.

Also, I became a host for these dense enticements which perpetuated the same complicated direction continuously, thereby turning everyone into adware, malware, and so on. You see, once these programs locked in, that was it… Out came the zombie in all of us. These toxic fruits responsible for overloading the speculation system would then go on to infect the next vulnerable host and increase the level of processing each step of the way.

And, as for explaining how the bug hurt me, I simply stripped myself of smarts as energy leaked into unnecessary conversions which away at my psyche, making me stupid. I soon became a victim of an extreme polarisation pandemic.

Under such conditions of travelling greater distances between the two ends of a mind, addictive sensations and irrational things would soon normalise. Therefore, one naturally sought greater pleasures by delving into bigger mischief which compounded his or her problems even more.

A Hidden Order

Now I would say luckily, but it’s more like by some hidden skill or talent, my day was saved and I landed with two feet firmly on the ground (at least, more firmly than before). A gross distaste for human direction at the deeper level somehow cleared the path for broader influences to touch in. It’s an aspect I’ve found hard to put into words.

In short, and in archaic terms, I speak of the disembodied. Or, in modern-day parlance, this is somewhat explained as an odd series of transmissions that come from another wavelength or dimension. Admittedly, it’s a grey area in general. Which also means, quite often, it is a mood changer and conversion killer when spoken about. However, this form of influence was a primary source of guidance that I had no choice but to further allow into life.

The word Mindless strengthened only by recognising something totally out of this world…

My god doesn’t have a name, but I often label him with many things since I can’t take the ‘idea-born entity’ seriously. It’s just an invisible symbol that I talk to the moment there’s a problem or else when something good happens. Or if I want a particular event to occur. Other than for my personal comfort, desperation and security, it’s otherwise no massive deal. No one needs to be killed, exploited or manipulated in the name of a three-lettered word.

Although, if I were to give a fair description of who or what God could be, I would only describe what the supernatural isn’t. At least that way I’d take the weight off the cogs of my identification system upstairs. I would avoid the internal processing within that’s prone to get caught up in habits of worshipping, attacking and defending the ideal (grossly fortifying a parent system of thought) in an energy leeching complex. Thus, anything that comes next will surely hold more value.

As soon as I say who or what my god is and identify a higher power, problems follow in my more-ish mind. I radicalise! 🤩

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