My mind is an echo chamber for the chants of mobs influenced by seeded ideas I know not where have come from...
My voice, a speakerbox for regurgitated opinions I’ve not thoroughly questioned the validity of...
I delegate my authority to lend weight to illusions of certainty cultural movements need to validate their views...
My identity shapeshifts with the winds of changing trends as seeking love in the validation of those outside myself, bending to the whims of external pressures...
My emotions, but an amplification of those around me who my openness distorts without discernment of the wisdom in these energetic waves...
I seek to prove and improve myself, so as to conform to external standards in compensation for a lack of self-worth...
My fears, not even really mine, but a projection of those subconsciously digested from others; holding on far too long for reasons lacking logic...
I know not when enough is enough, seeking cue from a source of power I lack, yet failing to assess the correctness of its guidance.
I am the cause of your frustration, anger, bitterness, and disappointment.
I am the trickster selling you lies to keep you from your satisfaction, peace, success, and surprise.
I could be your greatest source of wisdom, if you only detached from the conditioning of your mind to perceive what awaits in my wells with consciousness.
But yet you have chose to strive for control, misunderstanding your role as the passenger & observer of this movie.
Repeatedly, you’ve resisted the tides of change and fought the current of the evolutionary imperative of The Program.
And thus, whilst projecting your qualms & discontent onto easy targets relieving you of self-responsibility, you have fooled yourself into escaping awareness of that which enslaved you: your unconscious submission to me.
So on the merry-go-round of chaos, we go, as you put your faith in my foolishness.
Towards another extinction, we march, so long as your kind fails to heed the council of your individualized Strategy & Inner Authority, relying on corrupted outer authority guiding the collective into deepening psychosis.
Sincerely,
The Not-Self