(The complete audio to this rant is posted at 4:20 EST on Substack. Here’s a preview. You can get the full length LP on the stack, or on Hive.)
“I’m the victim here!”
Salutations, divine spirits, soul soldiers, carbon units, luminous light beings, earth walkers, carbon units and beautiful bags of mostly water. Welcome to another hump day from paradise.
We notice stuff. We notice aberrations in what We have base-lined as, “normal.” We notice patterns and cycles. We notice language. Especially self-descriptive language. This is by no means an attempt to endow your humble scribe with any type of expertise. It’s just a part of how we navigate the Simulatrix.
We don’t play “the victim card.” Ego wants to add, “not ever!” Although somewhere in a forgotten corner of Mind, there’s a memory of… “they’re out to get me.” Still valid and that tarot card may have some leverage in the future. But not today.
There’s a feeling that ripples through the Simulatrix, when writers play their victim cards from their victim decks. The narrative descends as it expands. Not only were they, unaware, tricked, lured into something they should have dodged, they also describe themselves, as “vulnerable.” (We did many a piece on vulnerability. It may be attractive to the emotionally damaged, but it does not inspire confidence in our Sim. It just doesn’t.)
Wrapping ones self in public vulnerability, is like wrapping a product in “Hello Kitty” characters. It attracts a certain audience. Not always the audience one wants, or expects.
There’s an unforgettable line from Armistead Maulpin’s, “Tales of the City,” “Dress like the person you want to come home with tonight.” If you’re a MILF hunter, or hunting “Cougar,” you present yourself accordingly. This goes beyond the clothing wrapper and extends to your “rap.” Your language. Your gift of gab. The ability to feign sincerity, compassion, of whatever vibrational frequencies are missing in your candidate.
“I know I shouldn’t. But…”
And a week later you’re making excuses. Again.
“It will be different, next time.” Different bar. Different candidate. Different song. Same results.
From our perspective, vulnerability might as well be darkness. The shadow. A dis-ease, literally. Because when We feel vulnerable… (flashback example, literally walking with a cane due to a dodge ball injury, on the streets of downtown Philly, at night.) We are not at ease. We don’t like it. And there’s no way we are going to fake it, neither to get laid, or to get likes.
This is not to suggest that, “You,” (if you somehow feel that this flush is directed at You), change. Not at all. We don’t do that here. Noxsoma is not a self-improvement resource. Your vulnerability vibe, might be exactly where you need to be. We don’t get it. But your thing is not for Us to get. This is just something that we noticed. This, algorithmic wave, that seems to be coming across our beach.
For example, let’s insert “greed” where “vulnerability” was. We don’t get it. We don’t practice it. We probably wouldn’t hang out with avaricious types, (because there’s an orbit of other distasteful qualities that surround the, “greed vibe.”) But we’re not making attempts to reform this archetype. We will not be hosting Misers Anonymous meetings in the vault rooms of banks after hours.
“Whatever happens. Happens.”
“And whatever doesn’t. Doesn’t.”
It was a mutually good experience. It didn’t last. But, “No regrets, Coyote.”
Part Two.
It’s a good thing the Vessel was not training today. Yesterday’s deluge threw off our internal chronometer. We recovery napped in the late afternoon and stayed up late watching, “The Book of Eli.” (Got to be an all time top twenty flick, and gaining ground.) Slept late. Posted the first watch links. Read the morning “stacks.” And as we were tingling the plastic squares, we realized how far behind we were on our chores.
This is, however, exactly why we have these types of days.
Part Three.
We, The Trinity hold the position, (the attitude), that humans always get humanity wrong. It’s not “all humans.” It’s generally anti-humans, that media have agreed to refer to these days as, “Elites.” The word it too good for these varmints, although it’s etymologically accurate.
Our question is, “Why is this the case?”
We have an idea, based on where and how these ideas have come down upon the meek of the Earth. But tracing the origins of their hate, won’t stop it. The damage is done. We are not talking a handful of generations of “trauma.” We’re talking thousands of years. And if the theories about fear, trauma, and all those other vibrational forces being passed down genetically, are true, than there’s little wonder why Earth’s population continues to decline in every way except population. If there are such a thing as Pro-Humans, maybe when that population gains power, or better yet self-sovereignty, apart from these Euro-diaspora lunatics, maybe we can have nice things.
Part four. Today’s episode.
The Simulation Hustle. Every episode is part of something larger. Something building within Mind, which will eventually manifest into what we agree is “reality.”
As mentioned often, your humble vagabond is a very curious envity. Curiosity, as they say, “killed the cat.” But as Grandpa, of Munsters infamy quipped, “satisfaction brought him back.” The danger of a seemingly insatiable curiosity, because no one has “all the answers,” is gullibility. Gullibility leads to skepticism, and cynicism. These vibes become cyclical, like this perpetual search for meaning, then higher meaning and finally “ultimate meaning,” when the answer, is right under your nose.
It is what it is. How you deal with it is up to you. If your results are satisfactory, keep it rollin’. If not, you gotta make adjustments. If “Reality as Simulation” answers your questions and you’re “winning” in your world. More power to you. Don’t let anyone dismantle your groove with their psycho-babbling mumbo-jumbo. Don’t let them label you as this or that. Don’t let them put your multitudes into their little box.
Eventually, if or when, we decide to stop playing on the monkey bars, in the rain. We will settle in, (not down), launch our podcast and write our books. We will have more clues by then. More topics. More experience and more pieces to our septonomial puzzle.
This is Real Talk for Real Life.
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PEACE.