No utopia, no saviors, no truth, no heroes, no villains, no hope, just this
You guys can lie to yourselves all you like.
But that’s the deal and you know it.
The unconscious drives you and most have not a clue how and why.
We aren’t really individuals who are good or evil.
We aren’t really responsible.
All moral authority based on transcendence is bullshit.
If you think you are above this, you aren’t.
If you think Jesus is gonna save you, he isn’t.
You actually have no idea what the deep unconscious is doing, none of us knows really.
We have dark matter all over the universe, no idea what it is really.
How much don’t we know
And yet, we can relax and take what comez, while an invisible world swirls around us apparently.
There is plenty of fear to go round.
No one’s ace in the hole
is real, so when you die, all your imaginations are gone too.
To not live thusly is stupid and unwise.
We are all affected by the secret sadness.
To deny it is to only exasperate your wetiko disease, and let it wrap you up tighter.
Relaxing is still the best move we have.
Seeing your free will is an illusion and all morals are wrong, is joy.
Good luck getting there.
Now is the only freedom I’ve ever known.
We are all experiencing states of consciousness, portals, all the time, I feel.
Don’t believe in any of it.
I don’t know, Imma pretty good guesser
Now that I have spewed out all the muppet bullshitz, I can live this life.
I have the devil on speed dial and he does like to chat.
You might want to call up the underworld, better yet, go yourself.
We don’t need to talk 1:1 about this.
This right here, sells itself.
No one really cares or needs anyone to get the shit out of their ears.
It might be best to be clueless and full of shit in this sideshow.
If I could have anything, it wouldn’t be a penthouse or a New Zealand ELE shelter.
It wouldn’t be capital or consumer goods or fuckin NFTs.
It would be to have the best mind and body to live in this show.
Nothing else is my concern than how best live here now.
I will forever be the voice in the wilderness.
You can cast me out as you like.
But everyone is lying to you, even the consciousness you think is you betrays you by its existence.
The only way to beat the devil/god is not to tell it you are coming.
Who lives this way?
The smelly goat lives free of god as god in god.
I am a wicked
and you reading this is fairly clueless.
Keep dreamin about disclosure.
More life for me.