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 GOG GOG GOG

NO NO
IS MYGOG

MYGOG

NOTGOG
THAT’S NOTYOURDOG
MYDOG. MYDOG.
MY. MINE. MINE MINE MINE.

GOG is the GEARBOX. MYGOG. GOG. GOG. CLICK. PLING?

Do you know why this doesn’t work?

ONE LIGGLE GOG IN THE SPRUNGWERK
THE MASHCINEN IST BOOTFLIX.
KOPPEN DAS FUNKWERK
SPRECHEN DIESEN
“ideologische Verkaufsbroschüre”

Diesen Tightropen ist für den blessenpeople, mein fuehrer. Cyaniden und spamcrammen des lumpenprolen fur den reichexplosion unt supermench spackface rocketman funkwerk. Sieg mein! Mein Mein Mein!

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The (*)MG

The M.G.!

The whoa! WTF!

Bu…… T…

Gog gog gog gog gog (Shut up) gog gog gog gog gog gog gog. LISTEN TO ME. GOgo gogo gogo gog gog gog gog gog.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah sit down shut up.

Do what you’re told.

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Goggles?

My googles!

Are you sure these are switched on?

It’s very dark, very dark indeed.

Oh… I see! it’s a blindfold! You’re funny you are.

“virtual reality that shows you the truth of the media”. - A blindfold.

“It’s wireless bro, and good for you.”

It “helps you sleep”.

The hooded eagle.

Keeping you “contained”, it’s good for you. A “safespace” which enables us to “massage your pockets”. You wouldn’t want your pockets to be “burdensome”, or to have “too much wealth”, or “too much going on for you”. It would make you… less “motivated”.

“you don’t need that”.

“I think you’d better start avoiding that, especially if you enjoy it so much”

“oh, you wouldn’t want (OR BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND) something like that. It isn’t good for you.”.

“GOOD CHILDREN DO WHAT THEY’RE TOLD AND ASK NO QUESTIONS, M’KAY”

MINE’S A… [A:… COCONUT]

… /SHY.

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Idiots who simply will not agree that the truth is even real?

Oh that’s dangerous. The gaslighters.

The evillest method is to deny people the right to know or respond in kind to overt mendacity or aggression.

That’s what makes bullying so powerful - it’s disguised as “well meaning friendship”.

The idea of “somebody has to be the enforcer”

Bullying is the voice of social dominance. “What I say goes”.

Tyranny has consumed religion, and turned it into an inverted echo chamber of corrupt megalomaniacs, seeking to take all the good things from the world and assign them for the privileged elite.

The “holier than thou” agenda and tendency to twist the truth into the fabric of an exlusive clique, a hierarchy of the rude, this is bullying.

The confiscation of culture, and the esoteric and mystical - this lies at the heart of the persecution of the spiritual domain - the power and scope of the imagination is limited by its - contact - its - depth. The “Z” power.

Of course there is a war in the ideological domain. A spiritual battle. The assault and murder of the apparel, representation and trappings of the critics and the saints. The prophets who would rather be killed than stop yelling the truth as they see it.

Think Celebrity Death Match for religion, and that’s what we’ve got. Let’s all be like little kids, and get out all the “action figures” and see if we can make sense of it. Let’s get the whole lot, and field it as “the postmodern cybernetic toolkit”. The power of technology to the power of fiction*. Science fiction is an immense and powerful rod : it is the hypothesis section. These imagineers are the architects of the inquiry.

Ideas have a worrying habit of becoming part of reality, and casting a shadow. Tell people there’s already a time machine, and somebody will set about building one for real.

The “easter egg hunt” is a magical tool. We can make the impossible come true, by the pitting of legend against reality. We can fight for our dreams, and we can trasnscend our models and understandings. We can learn to fly, learn to backflip, and learn to predict the impossible. We can conjure. We can even turn lead into gold - using charged particle bombardment. The iridescence effect is something we are only beginning to learn. The holography is a fringe, a metamaterial. It’s a magic trick, the rainbow in the buzzard tail, glistening like an oil film on a puddle, like the diesel marbled cloudflare, the vapour trail of vortex in the vortices.

The bullies are utilitarian. The high level low-detail thought process is a social negotiation.

The necessity for truth is dispensible - the authoritative nature of an established corpus of tradition and “proven knowledge” is well recognised in history. The would be managers kick out the “unreliable talent” and sell “the useful product”.

This is the conversion of humans into “graven images”. The puppet show. The cannibal corpse of legend. The zombie matrix.

The arbiters of truth, who tell you not to experience. The people who would ration clean water “for the elite only”, and claim that this is what gives them such holy powers - it is the moral virtue, not the cleanness of the water which keeps the delusions and demonic destitution of body, mind and spirit away. The garden of jerusalem became a sadistic prison. The good people… slipped away into the sea. They continued out of Africa, and became the people of the earth. The Americans, the Siberians, The Western Europeans. Some left for India by sea - St Peter’s temple complex was found in Kerala by the Portuguese Catholics in the 1400s, and the contents of that bible were so foreign they did not recognise it. They made sure to have it all destroyed, and the manuscripts were burned.

This system that we’ve got has been bullied. It’s built on intolerance. It’s got translation issues. It’s a warped testimony. ‘tis a problem.

The bullies claim to be friendly, and to know better than you. The superior people, the emotionally dominant types, they love to give you a position in the “Lower 50%”, the defectives. It’s an emotional type of reasoning.

“ME ME ME”

Turned into socialisation. The bully is “benevolent” if you give him the keys to the kingdom, to permit the tyranny, and to bow down before it.

The bullies say: “we’re just trying to all get on here, and be functional and orderly… but you (*disobedient/unnecessary/distraction/fool/knave…) you just keep getting in the way of everybody else and their service of THE AGENDA”

THE AGENDA?

Follow the leader, silly!

Do what you’re told!

Believe what we tell you to believe!

Suffer! Silence!

Endure.

Be the plebiscite.

Clean my toilet.

Eat my Shit.

Give me my (*xyz)

First in Line. First in Line. First in Line. For

EVERYTHING. ESPECIALLY ATTENTION.

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Sex. Food. Property. Prestige. The menu of virtues and joys. The “status mix”. The _CLASSFUEL

All the trappings of life are territories, to be sought, but not shared? Taboos to be hidden away, and savoured in secret? What is it in people that makes them mean, jealous, and competitive to spiteful?

What are these things and features that the plebiscite are not to have access to. Things that they should only dream of.

Faces pressed into the glass, like the christmas shoppers of Regent Street, on their yearly sojourn from the milltown to the “emerald city”.

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People behave with good things like crows with a nut.

Playing the “GET OFF… IT’s ALL MINE”.

Trying to hide it, so nobody else will get it.

Having a fight about the concealment.

Making a fuss.

Being unfair, and sorting it out by mob rule.

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What nonsense is this?
A school based on a miniature version of a military base,
with child-sized reduced-sophistication military discipline.

Sit in rows, shut up, repeat after me, and watch my chalk. Hear my squeak. Learn the rules, and compute those digits. Work to the standards. The clerical and the command positions are not for the “sentimental”. We are here to be bullets in the big machine. Products loaded up, and shipped out.

You con’t have rights. At all. You’re prisoners for your own good.

You might become “disorderly” as adults. You must not make your own ideas, or learn to forage, or follow your own instints.

You must sit, and be spoon fed syllabus.

You must ask for permission to use the toilet.

Your lower body is of no importance, and if your legs go numb - shut up or else.

No drinking water or food in the classroom.

We abolished “The cane”, so we’re using “passive aggression” to avoid getting too close to any of the students. We’ve got a “reporting system” which connects us to the police and to the government. The schools prepare you for social class, and your profile is the glue that the state and corporations use to plan “the future”, and ration out which tier of compensation and decommissioning you’ll be put on.

The “Big social science engineering op” is ongoing, but it’s not public, and it’s not scientific - it isn’t “peer reviewed”. This information is very well guarded, and it’s the secret to maintaining the leverage - the technology for the consumers is only of a very specific type. It is “dumbed down” for the proper purpose of keeping people in line, and continuing the system of “owners”.

“NO SINGING”

NO DANCING

NO QUESTIONING

NO LOOKING AT POWERFUL PEOPLE (off with their heads, muharaja!)

NO SNACKING BETWEEN REGISTERED MEALS

NO SMILING

NO CLAPPING

NO DRAWING ON THE WALLS

NO THINKING YOUR OWN THOUGHTS

NO TO YOU.

NO TO YOUR MIND - - -
?? - - - YOU DON’T REALLY EXIST [ ?! ] YOUR SANCTION IS DENIED

BASED UPON OUR AUTHORITY AND RIGHT TO BE HONOURED AS BEST AND BETTER THAN THE REST>… WE HAVE DECIDED. TO KEEP IT AS IT IS. YOU CAN TAKE A HIKE! FOR US TO PERSIST IN BEING THE MASTERS OF THE RULES, THE ARBITERS OF “MINISTERIAL TRUTH”> …
!!!! - - - YOU WILL BE DENIED INFLUENCE OR CREDIBILITY!

NO NO NO NO NO

NO NO NO NO NO

Or maybe… “it’s…

ON ON ON ON ON

“GET BACK TO WORK YOU LAZY… GOOD FOR NOTHING…”
”RIGHT… WE’VE SHUT THE FACTORY… YOU’RE ALL FIRED. FIRED.

I’LL GET SLAVES SOMEWHERE ELSE THAT’LL DO A BETTER JOB OF IT, AND THEY ARE HAPPY TO ADMIRE ME IN RETURN FOR BREAD!

THE MORE IMPOVERISHED AND DESPERATE TYPES OF PEOPLE ARE CLEARLY SENSIBLE! THEY WORK FOR LESS. THE HUNGRY ARE MORE OBEDIENT! DEPRIVATION MAKES BETTER WORKERS. THEY MUST “ASPIRE”, not “SEEK TO BE”.

(Di slave so happy say saysay! Him a jolly golly golly gosh maschine! Looky dis happyface emoji. Yes sah. Mi get you sah.)
(have you heard the rumblings, the gossip, in languages you don’t speak).

The *(ohyes…
… S’ssAH! Ye-ss’s-sah!)

The sutbleties of accent and allegiance are well known to those who are poorest. The survival of the refugees is silent, and wise. The vernacluar emerges from the subconscious domain. The knowledge of the truth breeds like bacteria.

Don’t bully the vulnerable.
THOSE REFUGEES…

THEY’LL BECOME STRONGER THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE.
THE TRUTH WILL OUT

THE NATURE OF HEROD’S TEMPLE IS KNOWN>>>…

[to whom?]

And where’s the loot? The big multi-generational booty?

The scriptures.

Or… The treasure chest. The big piles of gold and rubies?

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Taking just the the information from book was the best option for those who followed jesus in his lifetime. The “punk rock” movement.

The truth, It’s the most portable, the least traceable, the most honest.

Some chose the knowledge.

Some chose the stuff.

For some it’s a message
For others it’s property. Leverage.

The license to manipulate. A position of superiority to bully from.

The justice is meted out by the cosmos. The villainy of people is one of their strengths, and it’s not exclusive.

It wouldn’t be fair, otherwise!

If fairness was not an option, a choice, what sort of honour would there be among those who choose it>?

There is no ceiling, There is no final truth. There is no “question which answers all questions”. The end to life is not for we - it’s an expanding field of complexity and scope. The subtleties and apprecation for what at first appear to be flaws is the nature of philosophical enlightenment. To realise and study the exquisite balance of nature. The finesse of the gameplay, the elegance and the honour of the dance of nature, as the living, breeding, ageing and dying takes place, and that it is the rhythm of the seasons. The breathing of the ages.

These are truly times of magic and miracles, yet so many are reduced to drudgery by the slave-model of industry. We are being mined like minerals, and squeezed like juiceless lemons for our dwindling provision of labour. So many leaders are jealous, and have a controlling and repressive agenda. Those who appoint themselves the top of the hierarchy sever the cosmos, they destroy the higher domain. The god of Rome? it’s not the almighty of the ancients, the shamanic appreciation of the Tao.

This colonial church system… the “crowd pleaser” religion of Rome, with its intolerance of paganism and local systems… it’s bullying. It’s a doctrine of Jealousy. It’s a twisted picture of revenge. It’s the “confiscation” model. It’s the Tyranny.

Today in the absence of fear of the cosmos, appointing ourselves as entitled lords and leaders, safe in our secular box, we have cranked the handle on the technology of power. Of control. Of the military. The Roman Legion, armed with a codex of religious hostility and intolerance.

Technology and the false ideology of external spirituality, authoritarian bullying and megalomaniac abuse - spritual bullying as the deline of religion, the unprovable, the manic, the ugly and deranged. The lies told to the incredulous, by the corrupt and unbelieving, the desperate clingers, the machiavellian hand-wringers, this tension of science and technology up against cult beliefs led by bullies and delusional narcisssists of various flavour is becoming so powerful we might consider it godlike in its power. The nuclear age is terrifying - and that’s wihtout considering the spiritual consequences of nonexistence and nonlocality suggested by the Quantum domain, the subatomic playground, the miracle-garden. The microsphere, the electromagnetism, the pixie dance, the lightning’s juice, the cosmic jive sauce.

The church must return to the role of the town square. The community hall. The place of gathering, where the spirits are set free to fly, and to roam. A place of sanctuary and healing.

A place where you can go to clean yourself, and heal your wounds. A place where you can study, and meditate. To share and find the truth as we see it, to contemplate experience and what it connects to and where it leads.

The zen buddhists say so wisely - do the work. Look after the people and the animals. The message is not the important feature. The quest for psychedelic waking dreams is not the goal - that’s the cosmic berzerkenmedicine coming to heal you.

If you don’t need it, you won’t be bothered by it, but there are a number of drugs which can be consumed which will indeed put rocket boosters on it, and take you to those places where some got taken without needing to seek it.

The concsiousness and spirit is very reliant on the health of the body, and of the psychic and energy balance of its surroundings.

We will not be enlightened until we clean our houses, and stop ruining our planet. We will not know what it is to be alive until we emancipate ourselves from the slavery of mind, body and spirit.

We will not be free until we free those who we enslave. It is not just us - it’s the position one takes.

You can be the driver, but the car must be built. We are a society of passengers, yes, but the honour is the consent to be a part of the bandwagon. We are all passengers, we are all drivers.

We are all journeys. We all have destinations, and nemesis waits at every corner, ready to take away what might have been.

We as a society worship Nemesis. The anti. The lesser of two evils.

The condemnation matrix.

The slaveries, not the saints.

The “yessir”. But watch this.

““*

There’s always conditions, and murder is murder. Theft is theft. You can’t put back what was stolen if it was hearts, minds, lives and dreams.

So where do those go?

And what is the shadow domain. The haunting…

Can you smell it? See it? Feel it?

It all leaves traces. The whole thing’s a footprint. We’re in the oceans, and it tugs us as it pleases. We live in what was made. The continuation is the cursedness.

It is the remediation.

There’s no hiding the truth.

You can fool most of the people most of the time…
But when they find out they’ve been lied to…
For so long, and so thouroughly…

You’d wish you had a spaceship. Perhaps these billionares are hoping to make their escape if we find out what’s been going on, and what loot is hidden in the bunkers of the “reassuringly rich and famous, the invisibly pervasively anonymous”.

Is there a hidden power elite?

Is Bill Gates ‘really’ “the richest?”

Or are the richest simply better at hiding their wealth. At staying ahead of the curve.

We have robber barons. Yes we do.

Children die for lack of access to clean drinking water.

How old is this story? Are they doing it… on purpose?

The poor die, and suffer while alive, while the Rich pursue esoteric and dangerous sex parties and “psychonaut explorations”. Trying to…

“raise themselves above others”.

The towers of babylon’s elite “fell”.

The towers we build today are much taller. We have got items in orbit, we’re that far “above the common man’s station”.

And these forces play the “big game”, grinding the axe of annihilation, the “final battle” speaks of Ragnarok machines.

We would all be their assets getting liquidated. Fizzing in the nuclear radiation, shivering in the fallout.

Toiling in the factories, making the killer koolade. Taking the rads, breathing the cadmium dust and the fluorine.

Oh we’re supposedly supposed to be cutting out the scrouge of warfare, and its grievous hubristic expense, but how many of us control our temper. How many of us live a stress-and-conflict reduced lifestyle?

Why are we blowing up bodies with IEDs, and reducing cities to barren crime-stricken wastelands?

It’s very questionable. It’s very questionable to have such priorities lead us.

Being told “you should stick to Newton and 19th century materialism. You’re not allowed to learn nuclear science, because it would be too dangerous”.

Or.. perhaps because we might start to wonder about the cosmology, are atoms just “little dots”? like cogs in the machine?

Could we question or measure… How much radiation are we exposed to. Are there nuclear materials in the water supply? Are there “potentials” which slip on through if they’re not spoken to or resonated correctly? The non-material non-energy “invisible” or non-domain is spectacular to consider.

We are kept away from the realisation that we are pawns in the rich man’s game. That is the forbidden science.

That is the “knowledge hierarchy”.

For as socrates said, and plato once reported, “knowledge itself is a form of power” - and the deprivation of it is the premier method of disempowering people. We have criminalised certain sorts of knowledge.

If you speak of certain “state secrets”, will we

A: lose the war against the nazis?
B: have all the work stolen by the soviets and chinese?
C: get the big corporate enforcers turning up to say “playtime’s over, and anybody who talks about THE PROJECT “goes missing” in the desert, compris?”.

The culture of cold war secrecy is a lie. It’s a hoax. It’s the

“BIG BROTHER”.

The race between the colonial elite, the serious “old money” who owned the medieval church, the doctrine of “the less they know the easier we find it to control them”. The Above-Kings who are pawnmakers.

The race is between the secret militaries, the cult of dominant secrecy, and the secret knowledge that’s hidden away, and was never understood. The occult.

The race between “the dark side” and the rest of us in the public domain, hoping to uncover the truth.

The written word, the science, the evidence, the legal information, the liberal ace in the deck, the objective measure, this is what’s been directly threatened by the Covert Cybernetic Corporation of Postmodern Finance and Media.

The “technocracy” agenda is poorly understood. Its roots in the 1930s are a bizarre movement, and the contemporary era of “transhumanism” and “UFO cult” thinking has many aspects of anti-humanism, anti-history, and a desire for ruthless reform.

Today we have more unverified media and ridiculous disinformation stories than a session with the Brothers Grimm.

The story we were sold is so often more like a fairytale than what happened.

I’m pretty convinced that Jesus was a seriously trained “gymnosophist”, or “sadhu” - he had the skills from the east, and could run on water - this is a very difficult trick, and requires simply incredible fitness and balance. The man who grew up inside the temples, hidden like a concealed dagger from Herod’s court, this survivor and sharpened point of the line of David, he had a powerful emphasis on physical competence and the ability to defend yourself.

Think about it… how did the apostles succeed in kicking all those people out of the temple to let the lepers in? They could handle themselves. The “pacifism” is something of a con. It’s a branding decision imposed by the Romans. Stoicism is something they knew from their own tradition, and those who are detemined to make the relevant sacrifices tend to succeed where those less intent on justice, and plagued by guilty conscience leave the fray.

Do you suppose they just breezed right on in, waved gracefully and said “now now now”, this is our temple! How did they get past security?

Was he “an immaculate conception”, or was he just “an unregistered birth, officially denied as of his fathers line, so that he might survive and not be killed summarily?”/

Was jesus a freak of nature, or a man on the run from a dangerous enemy - a contender to the name - a blood-threat and prophesied end of an aristocracy who had sold out the nation of Jerusalem to Rome? - you may attempt to kill the kings who threaten your toxic regime - but one day somebody will come and knock you off, and the people of true faith and honour will rally behind them, not the murderous sellouts? That’s a curse we can get behind.

When you do certain things, you invite the rectification. That which is not to be has to fall. It’s a question of integrity of structure.

Lies, when discovered, undermine the credibility. The credibility of the lost history of people - of the birth of tribes and nations, and how the age of empires was unsustainable for very scientific reasons, related ultimately to the intolerance to truth of the deluded ruling classes, who were so often psychedelically informed, and talking to ghosts as often as their accomplices. PTSD is serious - and the nature of a dream or a haunting is spiritual. It is some truth that has to be heard. Like a howl from the cosmos. The creak of the gate. The bubble of the fart in the public bath.

That sound of the bullshit ripping wide open, and an alien truth being deposited into your world.

WHAT THE F***…

OMFG.

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We of the OMFG reserve the right to judgment. We reserve the right to freak you out, to pull your chain, to take the piss, and to *troll your bridge_doktor*

The ghosts I keep in the theatre of my imagination are very dangerous. They’re quite resource intensive, so I’ll need to make sure they’re fed and dressed correctly, but you can’t kill these insights. Your head will never be the same.

If we really dose you, you won’t trust your own shadow, and you’ll think every square and triangle is a fing conspiracy.

You… fools and liars of the false literacy…

this recipe of neurosis, false paranoia, the haunted house of the ages… these are are indeed the devices and the curses. The frightful tools of the end of days, the f*ing kryptonite…

If it’s all in your mind… it’s not that strong. The weakness is bred and built-in. The delusional nature of the constantine-sell-out, the standardisation of the scripture, this is a deadly piece of intolerance and formatting. The development of the resistance cult into the BIG PROJECT.

The legacy is awful, and comedic. The bible had more power when the masses were unable to read it.

Some of the religious fools are more scared of the Number: 666 than of Ebola or of nuclear weapons.

SS scientists being permitted to roam the earth in private jets and submarines, running “little projects off the books” and paying in suitcases of gold bullion, and providing boxes of unopened wartime research documents into biological or psychotronic warfare tools. A little sachet of the “special stuff” that they used to make at Dachau, out of Auschwitz materials. Irradiated babies bones… stem cell fluids… and testosterone pulled out of the pizzle of a mummified bull from the temple of Giza. I would not put a single thing past these people. I would also not be surprised that certain derived substances can indeed put a person on “cloud nine” and produce a “very serious trip”, where secrets of the universe are revealed, and the “higher domains” become visible… and that the chemist cults of psychonautics have grown in power and stature, in secret. While we consume the floor sweepings of the ancient world’s lost biodiversity. Opium and weed, with polonium markers blended in. Radioactive rebels, pinging the meter on the meter. Showing up as “one of those” on the enhanced CCTV.

It’s not “the antichrist”. It’s the BIG PAYBACK.

In history, we’ve got an idea. There are unwritten parts - there were people of the british Isles who did indeed beat Caesar. Turned him round, and sent him Eastwards.

Hello. What have we here? Yes, the vikings were notorious for turning Christian churches into fortresses.

The norse still had the “old gods”, the orishas, the olympians. These are not demons, they are not beings, they are our shadow as people. They are legendary feats.

They are “ancestral qualities”. None of them are bigger than “the mountain” or “the heavens”. They are small, like little voices within us. A comic book proverb, a characterisation, a representation of the real elements of a job - one done by people within the chaos of the world.

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The romans were at war with the christians. They were serious insurgents and organisers. They did not form armies, or perform full-frontal attacks, and used martyrdom and resistance as a model.

This has proven to be a very powerful political tool. That of resistance, exile, and correctness. Of non-compliance with brutality and tyranny.

If we all get to there, we’ve won.

It wasn’t Mr Jesus’s original idea, but it was the tradition he represented, and served at the highest office of.

He wouldn’t sell out.

“I’d rather die than betray my people” was his message.’

That’s strong. “You can kill me, but you can’t kill my message” is the song of a journalistic hero. It’s a serious technique.