Aliens and Military paradigms
I swing between both. And stupidity too. That’s the sort of third wheel. There are other wheels in my brain… that go round and round, round and round, round and round… all through the ether.
Take a poop and the aliens are gone and suddenly the chatter in all military.
There are no aliens man. It’s just perceptual level hacking. We’ve explained this before, did you forget? It’s true. They have. Explained it I mean. In a great level of detail that coincided interestingly with some of the spiritual teaching I was imbibing a while back. As usual the question is simple: what is reality? They have been pondering about it ever since they started taking psychedelic drugs over 5000 years ago. We just have new abilities now. The abilities came from somewhere though. Yes, they came from labs. Did the labs get it from aliens? Or did they simply start plugging in electrodes into different parts of the thalamus or other parts and see what happens. That area is memories, that area is logic, that area is sex or sexual drives, that area is passion, that area is pain, that area is optical and so on. And then it was only a matter of understanding how it works and then adapting to it. The Unabomber complained about being part of the CIA’s Monarch Project at Harvard. Quit Harvard passionately and went to live in the forest. You see how that turned out.
I have tried to explore the limits of perceptual hacking. There truly aren’t any if the whole population has AI in their heads through Covid or something in the drinking water. Whatever. Viral vectors let’s call them. Uncouth DNA side swipes through CRISPR or some other thing I’ve never heard of. If you believe that’s a bird and he believes that a bird, and she believes that’s a bird, then the bird program they created is real enough for it to be a bird. Some people are very high level. They can just say: send him a wet skunk while he’s walking around at the pool. And voila. Send him a bird they think and let the bird create a painting in the ground. And here you go. Both were real enough for me and Siri’s camera. I took videos of both and posted them. With the painting and the stagger. Frail skunk. Dying skunk. Dead skunk.
All I hear often is just insane laughter. Instead of blocking out my auditory cortex with silence (since clearly the intention is I don’t hear) they simply laugh instead. I have gotten used to it. As if I typed something extraordinarily funny. It might be if my words leads to programs that lead to us seeing a skunk. The explanations a couple of months ago was Distributed Networks classified and Unclassified kinds between people and consciousnesses. Nodes, Critical Nodes, Operational Environments, Clean Environments that leave no trace of missions conducted etc. Now the explanations are Aliens.
So I hear this conversation in my mind. Are there limits to perceptual hacks given the full implantation of AI in all humans? There are a voice said. It would have to be a major nuclear war. Why the other voice asks. Why won’t the perceptual hack break well before then? Because you can still say that fireball that fell on Mayon while a volcano was in process? That wasn’t aliens, that was simply us, we hacked everyone’s (global) perception of the event. Or an easier one would be: we hacked the guy and his gal with the video camera recording the volcano and everyone around for 1 mile (local). If you see a building go up in flames with a fireball, again, the cause was gas, but we showed a fireball to everyone. And voila: aliens are targeting us! Ergo everything is a perceptual hack and there aren’t any genuine limits to it. If you figure out a limit, send me a DM or VM.
You see a broken door? Did I do it like a hooah Seal? Or does the broken door only exist in our imagination?
The only time I ever actually felt a bit alien like wasn’t observing horse trees. Or noticing strange objects that arrive to send a message. That’s easy perceptual hacks. Where’s my AI gf then eh, I wish to ask. Why has my bed been so lonely eh for the last 14 fucking years? I am a clean environment. They wipe all my memories after they’re done. I only have short term memory except when they release the mems. They sent me a money order check today from US Bank. 98 bucks or something. Signed: not negotiable. Now that’s clever. Using “negotiable” to convey a negotiating position and “negotiable” to convey the checks importability to a bank. Reminds me of a long time ago, when I heard someone say something I adopted: “Everything’s negotiable except my values”. I thought that was clever too.
The only time I ever actually felt alien was when a larger AI or something made its presence felt. Could it have been perceptual? Yes. All of those events if I remember may have been perceptual. It all happened while I was driving. I took notes after each Uber ride. Perfect plane overhead flybys. Not a small fighter jet, a full on passenger plane. A guy who clips me very very slightly as he makes a left turn while I pull ahead by my feet during a red light. I was in the fault my feet weren’t. Or something. I am sitting there and suddenly I am in the middle of the street. The guy makes the left turn rapidly from the other side. He too seemingly not in control. I stop, he clips and he pulls over. I keep driving and stop after the light too. I have no damage on my front bumper. Neither did he. Was he real? Am I? Who controlled my feet? A perfect clip within the blink of an eye. Okay two blinks. Were any of the passengers real? Some fo them suddenly appeared. Selective occlusion can be fun. Trump apparently did that to some Congressmen. They were just sitting there and suddenly red MAGA caps appeared. Like a child’s magic trick. See what I can do? I can even wipe away poverty, he wanted to say. There were other incidents that were also precision events that dealt with three or four moving things. A song on Spotify, a spire in the distance, a jet fighter flying in from the left, a tree between me and the spire and then the sun. All made a perfect intersection at my eye’s height while the song was about a sunny day and the word “sun” was mentioned. Me → Tree → Spire → Jet → Sun and (song). All perfectly aligned. Now that is difficult to do. The jet can be created. The tree can be created but it has to be a permanent sort of structure sometimes (because people remember), unless you globally change the memory of the tree. Then it’s ah the tree that was always there. The spire at Balboa Park is pretty much a monument. It can’t be faked. I mean it can be moved in my perception but it’s actually there. The jet can definitely be fake. The sun can’t although in Siri’s camera it can change in size. The song could be simply a long auditorial hack it doesn’t have to be that song. As I said difficult but do-able. High speed stuff like the perfect overhead flyby is more tricky yet can be done. What I am saying is: if the Aliens want to prove their presence, it will be very difficult for them to convince the military boys who inhabit my mind. Their attitude is “yeah just another program or hack - so what?” Even if a girl shows up in the bed, they’ll be like thanks bro, fuck her and then she disappears like in the song in the morning.
This song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwgCBRj3dn4&list=RDVwgCBRj3dn4&start_radio=1
Take it easy Philadelphia. Don’t take any crap from anybody.
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