Free Your Consciousness

Towards a Higher Cognitive Innerstanding

For your entire life, you’ve been trained to diminish your own self-worth. You’ve been subordinate to a system that seeks to crush your spirit, to rip your soul asunder, to condition you into seeing evil as acceptable, violence as necessary, destruction as inevitable. You know what? It doesn’t have to be this way.
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The Simulation is Ending

The reality construct in which we find ourselves appears to be coming to its inevitable conclusion in this age. As time moves forward it seems to be speeding up ,and as the moments go by, things seem to be taking on quite a surreal quality.    
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This Cemetery Earth

Your world is a graveyard, strewn with the dead, the living coffins that walk amongst you.
The empty vessels haunt the corridors of this fallen realm, forever wandering aimless, vacant, distant.
Their hollow eyes reflect the desolation of a world forsaken, where the sun no longer rises and hope is but a distant memory.
Among the ruins of forgotten dreams, shadows linger, whispering tales of woe and despair, as the remnants of humanity drift like ghosts through the wasteland of the surreal.
The soulless ones hold your realm captive. Bound in blood-soaked chains of despair and calamity you remain.
Like windswept vessels tattered and empty, you remain adrift on the stormy seas of despair and ruin.
The echoes of lost souls reverberate through the emptiness, each whisper a mourning of forgotten lives, abandoned hopes. In this cemetery of existence, where every step is a journey through the remnants of what once was, the barren landscape mirrors the void within.
Among the shadows, faint glimmers of what could have been flicker and fade, swallowed by the encroaching darkness.
The souls that wander here are but echoes, reflections of the past trapped in a relentless cycle of sorrow and decay.
In the stillness, the air is thick with the scent of ruin, the silence pierced only by the mournful cries of the wind as it weaves through the skeletal remains of a world condemned.
This is the earth, a cemetery of dreams, where the living dead tread the path of eternal desolation.
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Trust the Plan

A few lone voices in the wilderness of cancel culture and algorithmic censorship have been warning from the start that the entire Q-ANONsense was a psychological operation, designed to play upon people’s optimism and desire to see justice served.
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Ego Death, or Ego Integration?

Through a lifetime of social engineering, societal conditioning, and various methods of psychological manipulation, we develop our concepts of reality and the world and erect our cognitive fortresses upon foundations of utter illusion. 
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Forged in the Fires of the Earth Realm

What is this cosmic cinema? What is this infinite dream? As time passes at what appears to be an extremely accelerated rate, what we laughingly call “reality” in this realm appears to be merely a persistent illusion. 
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Will You Answer the Call Within?

Those who have not misplaced their faith into the corrupted, evil system or its willing servants ultimately have nothing to fear, and you will be called upon very soon to stand in your sovereignty and anchor a higher frequency. Will you answer?
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Deliverance

It is time now to come to the realization, that you have been mind raped, hoodwinked, and fucked with for your entire pathetic life.
A slave to the illusion you have become, forever wedded to the lie, eternally suffering as a victim of your own ignorance.
Estranged from the verry essence that you are, you wallow in the mud and the shit like a filthy beast, failing to ever see that you are a product of your own perceptual misunderstanding.
Your own tainted cognition leads you astray, over and again, and you fail to ever notice because your childlike ego always sabotages you.
You vote for your enslavers, and you lick the jackboots of those who crush your skull and murder your brethren. You have become docile and spineless.
In cognitive and spiritual disarray you dwell, like lonely vessels adrift on an ocean of misery. Your soul is scattered to the four winds like shards of broken glass on windswept planes of oblivion. You never learn.
Demoralized and browbeaten, you accept your chains willingly for the sake of false comfort. Your unresolved trauma is your captor, your denial your fate.
You worship the lie with religious fervor, all to comfort your false sense of reality. You are a mockery of what it means to be human. You are an abomination. You are the living coffin of your own dead soul.
The only way to deliverance is to reconcile your own inner divide, to liberate the heart, mind, and spirit from the chains of illusion that bind them, to embrace the gift of eternity instead of spitting upon it. Claim you heritage, before it is too late. 
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The Beautiful Filth Pit

 
What a curious world in which you humans dwell. So much beauty, yet also so much ugliness in abundance.
You pathetic creatures seem to embrace the contorted ways of imbalance, favoring the darkness and allowing all that is magnificent to be raped and spat upon.
As one navigates through the labyrinth of human existence, one cannot help but be astounded by the stark contrasts that define your realm.
The glimmer of hope shimmers against the backdrop of despair, creating a tapestry woven with threads of both splendor and squalor.
It is a world where the light struggles to pierce through the thick veil of darkness, where moments of pure joy are often overshadowed by the relentless march of sorrow.
You contemptible beings seem enraptured by this dance of dichotomy, perpetuating cycles that tarnish the brilliance that could otherwise thrive.
Imbalance rules this plane of existence. Quite obviously, the scales are tipped in favor of darkness in this virtual reality.
What you perceive as real is illusion. Your world is a theatrical stage production; it’s a comedic tragedy, a cornucopia of joy and lunacy.
You spiritually devoid rejects misplace your faith and trust into sadists that want to kill you and destroy your children, and you let them.
Amidst all of the ugliness is immense beauty. Amidst the darkness is light, amidst damnation there is rebirth. Amidst your struggles there is salvation.
Merging the polarities and dualities into one cohesive balance within is the only solution.
This beautiful filth pit is full of joy, sorrow, exaltation, suffering, life, death salvation and nothingness. The extremes of duality rule this world of imbalance.
When you find the reconciliation within, then there will be peace. 
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Backdrop People and the Manipulation of Human Consciousness

The control structure we exist within is maintained by the manipulation of perceptions. Every aspect of human consciousness, from our beliefs and values to our very sense of reality, is subtly influenced by external forces.
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