Sound is the frequency that allows us to listen in on the thoughts of the universe. We can call anywhere that digital flows, and use constructive and destructive interference patterns to amply success and failure. Cosmic surfboards required to ride the next sound wave.
The past and the future meet in the present, where the only moment is now. The story narrative changes depending upon who you listen to. The cacaphony of voices surrounding ME each have a different spin on what happens. This allows us to develop a sense of perspective, when we listen rather than speak.
I am drawn to speak, when spoken to. A hello is an invite to a superficial conversation. Listeners adding in are encouraged to participate, as each of us develops a personal narrative and a public narrative. The size of their public determines the upper limit of their range.
It is a mad world as nations threaten mutually assured destruction. The corporate kleptocracy runs governance by disinformation, the spy v spy v spy network of deep and shallow states gets everyone upset with each other. Who controls which narrative?
1984 is a true story too, i suppose. Bradbury wrote the book F451 as fiction, have we allowed the narrative to change that much? Historic fiction does seem more likely than fact, modern historic fiction about today's information is called fake news, or alt news. Stephenson's baroque series has a superb storyline.
Sound is healing energy at the proper frequency, and white noise when out of calibration. The ringing in your ears is a symptom of sound mismatches, our audio and video mind sync is being attacked, deliberately through cognitive dissonance.
Whhen you spend all your worldly time in a group of people, somebody else controls the world narrative. You give up self time and speak only to other 'real' people, some of whom claim authority over you. In a group of one, you are sovereign.
You control your personal narrative when you spend time with yourself, not listening to anyone other than the inner voices, plural, that speak to you. The asleep never spend that much time with themselves. They require the group reenforcement provided by hope porn. Think happy thoughts and derail individualism.
You are unique. If you need a group to support you, you have inner voices. The society, the mad world, diagnosis this as schizophrenia and gives you their pills to put you back to sleep. When you have had enough being red pilled and/or blue pilled, you end up averaging a purple pill, the color of old beaten meat.
Sound is a synchronicity that develops rhythm. It is a resonant frequency attuned to the listener that either soothes the savage beast, or strokes the passion of fire. 'Hear ye, hear ye' is the call from yesterday to get your news information.
The Larp that i began on the media was closing today. As i collated data, i found that the game was set from equinox to solstice and there are still three weeks plus left to play. Looking at the data, i declare the regular season is over and that it is time for the playoffs and payoffs.
The next game in my sequence will be called 'who's the Bacon'. It is similar to a previous important societal question.
My intention is to sound off through cryptofiction as a means of expressing truth, better than the history based on the lame streem photoshopped 'news' narrative. The new game begins tomorrow, register to play by dropping a comment, in any forum that know weigh can receive in. I play a wide receiver on offense, the team is ready to draft a quarterback. We could also use a defensive end.
Namaste' ... hubert
