Thursday Re-Mix

At odd moments Men are driven to note that circumstances are not always a justifiable explanation for individual behavior.  Such as in noting that even though a dangerous person came from a particularly unsavory background, not everyone else from those same circumstances behaves likewise.  This may verbally sound meaningful and specifically reasonable, but it unknowingly speaks of two other matters:  One, being a reference to how everyone should apparently be working for “C,” and secondly, it notes the objective danger should everyone be allowed to even momentarily work for “D.”

When scientists and psychologists often state, “We do not yet know if these new effects we are observing are real, or whether they just seem to be real.”  From the back of the room, a would-be-scientist says, “Gimme a break.”

A certain king once found his domain under the threat of immediate invasion, and although he had heard rumors of the enemy’s inferior training and weaponry, he sent forth a young scout to survey the amassed army and to deliver a firsthand report.  The young man returned and gave the king the exact number of the enemy troops down to the last foot soldier, but the king screamed, “I do not want these raw numbers; I want a detailed description of the men, their leaders, their weaponry; how they look, how they speak. I must be familiar with the enemy as people.”  He sent the scout out again, and when he returned he informed the king that his original count of the enemy was indeed accurate.  The king was ablaze with anger.  “You fool, you dolt; I want an eye witness surveillance and description of mine enemy in human terms so that I can rightly plan to deal with them should the need actually arise.”  And whilst he screamed and berated the scout, the enemy forces, although frecklessly and pitifully equipped, overran the kingdom by their sheer number.

The apparent power of extrinsically based “truth” is in that it is the ONLY power available to ordinary consciousness. It is information/energy distilled over much time and over large areas of the Grid.  Only the Few can ever distill and re-mix their own energies

For now, you must simply forget that which cries out from ordinary mind-memory. Everything it remembers happened below the Line, and consciousness perceives this source as the proverbial lake of fire, folly and damnation.  The river Styx can only accommodate those who remember its existence.

J.