A Bicycle Built for 6.5 Billion!

[MatrixEscape]

These are the times when you hear flatulent rumors, brimming with indecent candor, about byzantine trying to mimic Mother of Pearl!

“Undress?” She huffed with an infinite disarray. “But ... I am already undressed!” There was applause all about as the drooling morons posing as an audience brought fluidity to the climax and the release was tangible. Smoking a cigarette outside was on many a replicant's immediate agenda. Like a heard of pink sheep, they all let out the dirge-like sigh of relief from the grip on consensus reality. Somewhat, and even sometimes, described as being like relaxing a fist that had been held very tightly for far too long. Imagine into reality, that sensation, if you will.

But we have yet to tell you about the story where we tell you about a story that, in turn, brings another story, and so on. This is essential to what you are imagining yourself as experiencing! This is classified by BEHMOTH Central Database as a classic instance of a ProCon event where a literal time paradox, (Eureka Papers) is formed. Even though you have always yielded to causality and desired yourself out of the Motherload that is the portal to your certainty, too many times, to make you a viable candidate, we are blessed with a rather infinite patience and an innate, para-incarnate desire that you would melt right now, and trade all your current, past, or future attachments for your primordial heritage as temporal thing.

And yes, we KNOW how dear your stuff is. You just don't see how the claw of pragmatism and practicality, as the juggernauts of survival, influence the essential channels you have changed to ... yet! We are the Four Horsemen of the Ultimate Wake Up Call, in that respect. Without a semblance of what you bow to as thought, we think you have ascertained this by some almost now, in your usual, sideways fashion. You do have a penchant to pretend and play while calling that a meaningful diversion from the bottom-line of the boundaries you worship you were taught to worship as the articles of your self-imposed interment in what some call, Hell.

Listen up! The Wurd, naked and revealed, is all that can ever even pretend, convincingly, to save you, while it rises like a conceptual Armageddon to end, forever and beyond forever, your comfort-based and Darwinian idea of existence in the rapidly forming, digital cloud of the Singularity that is converging around you and yours by way of an inserted and very novel reformation of manipulation given as that which you call, (be it only a memory-based, celluar, quantum collapsed past) normalcy, causing you to bow your almost unknowing heads to it. From there it is easy to mistake, with religious conviction, that diversion for freedom and the poverty-stricken illusion of free will, or even the Patriarchal fist of a certain Determinism. The end is near? The end was before your beginning, Kiddo!

Once we, as a species, (an ant trips and sets off a butterfly effect that results in a Tsunami) were able to pull back the meaty cover of verbally constructed reality -- the turning back on Consciousness itself as the ultimate nature and expression of existence via center –- only to discover that we were able to delve into a deeper, perhaps higher, by comparison, articulation of awareness as Being Without, where we are able to contemplate, with all due seriousness and genuine sincerity, even suicide, and to choose to live, over and over again, perhaps only for the simple impetus to find out what happens next in the realm of Nextness. That is to be living by choice profound, that you may have yet not encountered in your forest of thoughts as nothing more than trees! Our motivations are always going to be the most difficult ones for you to comprehend as long as there is one for you to do so with. Your motivations, in that respect, are just as difficult for us, but we manage. Can you get there from here? Trick question, as usual.

Oh, it still takes great, induced effort and some major, goal-based training for many people -- except for the quasi-fortunate ones who are born with a nature that brings this as internal locality cum transcendence. What was thought of and called the Dream World, by history's bright denizens and rebellious self seekers, turned-out to be a sort of reverse echo of how the imagination of humanity giving birth, slowly, to a higher order and version of itself. Seeing how it became a virtually perfect makeover of the collective consciousness, this was fetus born of the egg of mysticism and the spermatozoa of self, one that lifted Mind up and out of history forever. This was a crude reflection of a metaphor for cause-and-effect sacrifice, (to make sacred) and redemption, (like a hyper-photo-cosmic trading stamp) in the drag outfit of mythic temptations.

So where were we? You wandered off on me, you know? I don't think you realized it. That distraction, this person, that fear, hope, dream. My cryptic, (something keeps distorting and distracting this expo-psychic Mandamus in your real time, inserting messages like these ... your problem!) with mental masturbations should not cause you to blush so, and be thinking back on how odd it is to use the word, “masturbation” in a pseudo-righteous, guilt producing, self-limiting was without expecting indignation or ridicule?

“What's your point?” is not an appropriate question right now. Your imprisonment in existence is what brought you, on the wings of serendipity, to be reading this right now in an empirical time. Your trying to grasp my meaning, (have you ever asked yourself what meaning means and is?) while resorting to a call to order for the sake of your fraudulent separations from This As It Is, tra-la, tra-la, doowap-wap, is just going to bunch your panties and sour your beer, compadre.
This is where we make the revelation, TADA! That unsettling notion we are only visitors here, in this distillation of time as real. We, using your parlance, come, from so far in your illusory future that we “exist” outside of time itself. We are the Champions of the World, and that should be more than clear to those who knew who the Who where and were into Yes. Many of you time-traveled back then, (we saw you, so innocent and terrified, like a frightened star-child by boundless ecstasy and fearful of the nature and mortal end that is the heroin of freedom) but you fell back again and took the blue pill, as your prophets called it when they were merely seen as projections.

We are ready, as we everlastingly are now. The Terror of the Threshold is coming to the humanity near you! All bets are off, but you should bet on Void/0, just to be celestially safe. We have searched for a word that would fit the next verbal insertion, but you may not like it. We feel it best to first warn you and then massage your thought process by resorting to bullshit distractions in the random path of the train of thought. “Fuck your obsessional tendency towards cultism, idealism, dogma, guilt, American Idol Worship, etc. If you can't see that these items are the propaganda of the Cult of Personality that now stands on the high ground of culture as media? These are the parenthetical barriers that seduce neuronal reactions into dangerous and chaotic Quantum neighborhoods where Strangeness and Charm are the weapon of choice, even for retired veterans of the still raging, Psychic Wars.

Oh, yeah ... we are all the Center of the Universe, as is ISIS as she sits implicitly and in a balanced symphony of dualistic, mating pairs. But, we can't dwell in that That thou Art! Until we make this the purpose where we all see the vote is for something frightening and even threatening, only because we cannot trade the dominant burden of our ephemeral and fleeing possessions for something much more valuable and precious, but any standard!

I woke up this morning, (in ordinary time) to the them that our romantic idea of love now has a clear, and concise, definition. It is the way that we get our needs met. I get the feeling that this is just yet another phase in that auto-erotic game spawned by the prison of our attachment to a localized, phenomenal idea of self. I mean, come on, who do you think is responsible for birth and death ... your god? At the start was the wurd! And the wurd was Man, an Man was one with the wurd!

Now come on you writhing, dreaming, eating, fucking, hating, killing, always changing and erotically desired personhoods, who were compelled to have their beliefs leanred top them as them not-them by the persistent Father-image presented as an imaginary soul stand-in per culture gone wild.. These are only the superficial impersonators for actuality that stand as barriers to you, unparalleled! you should be able to spread your mental legs and wrap you philosophical genitals around that life-inducing clit. (yet another break in the transmission. We cannot ascertain why certain verbal codes are being inserted in a manner that will incite controversy. Breaking the Codes of Chronos, (consequentially imprinted on actuality, this day, Bogart Fellini, After Bush Removed Day, 2425-1-09, At precisely 11123.000, dt,) is a diamond-grade thought felony in the Nth degree. You have only yet to stand up and commit it!

We have been playing with great fascination in your time-corral so long that not only is your history more vague and misleading that it really should be, your religions get software updates that then manage to reverberate to the crest of your current awareness limitations via the future-patented invention of Won-Track Mynd. “We focus your attention on your pre-chosen, This-ness vacation and cloud the mirror of return, or you money back!”

Now how is that for honest, clear-cut marketing? You sacrificed nothing but some time to earn this one, don't you see? Yes, Capitalism eventually went the straight and narrow by modifying its habit of destroying its host in the pursuit of the hot, wet, and ultimately erotic orifice of a delusional model for profit. So, we do get “richer” as you might put it, with every thought-out contribution we make to you dwellers of the temporal/ephemeral, and jokingly, last, Picture Show.
We leave you,(as if we could ever join you in your hermetically sealed condom against confrontation with All) with the hypnotic suggestion that not only may you not have read this, you many only have dreamed it.

This is how we come and go in your myopic, fear-based world of limiting self-protection. We infect what we can with doubt-breeding counterpoints that slap you into normalized attention. That way, we are not infecting the time-stream of mythic mind with these infusions of all-encompassing translation. That is our compassion for you in your passive, thought-structured state. We have done everything in our power to assure your transition, if you only listen without the false idea of ego, and let it reach the zenith of what we intend for you.

We are only healing our inner-child, as you know it now, and clearing up the last remains of what you have understood only as “Karma". You stubbornly use the inner-child as a tool that corrupts its healing by giving you another niche to enfold your dramas in. I assure you, it only proves to be another ruse that keeps in normalcy as a prisoner of a false god called Good but manifested only as a relative. This is our Purgatory and the tie that binds us, without reservation, to you! Of course, the "us" and, "tie" are merely genuflections to your current, pre-transcendent survival obligations to the politico-relgio-distraction from your real dilemma and how it comes via the purging negation of your induction into the matrix as thought projection.

We must hurry, to use your familiar terms. As you have noticed, the winds of change are picking up all around you and yours! The Global Super Storm encompasses more than you are comfortable with knowing right now, as you can only imagine you are. Yet, the end of your charade is going to be good. You may be fortunate enough to find the existential amusement park where you are deluded into seeing your by-proxy story-line. You know, once we wake you up, you feel the resolution of love, as you call it. The all-good Buddha smile is the Satori/Nirvana that your induced hallucinations of a projected Heaven-as-control have diverted you as nobody, from. Heaven as a new realization is going to be the part and parcel of what you, as human/spirit/soul/construct have to face. Be with it! Do it as it is! We won't let you down because up, for us, it is not an issue or problem in that respect. We are even neutral to your idea of neutral. Don't you see?