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_9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9: the mysterious tale terrifying Reddit

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posted on May, 16 2016 @ 11:48 AM
a reply to: Anaana

Sigh, the internet is almost nothing BUT armchair critics!

I guess I should clarify that IF it's fiction, then it's middling, but still better than many that get published... and I freely admit I read the whole thing into the wee hours... and if the author put some real effort into it, I'd likely buy the sci-fi book (if in a fiction phase).

If it's truth, or a shade thereof, then it's astounding, of course.

I don't really have the chops to be a fiction critic (or critic of anything, really), but I 'knows good uns whens I read em.'

I didn't mean to come across as THAT much of an ass... maybe only one cheek worth.

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 12:15 PM
Can we call it "T&C-25"? Hehehe!

Portals and flesh interfaces. That is a new meme. Wonder how far/long it will last.

Seems like a brilliant, incoherent, stuff the net is known for producing. Heck, wonder what MS people would make of big, black, triangles and secret space program? Most look at me like I am crazy. Then months later, "Hey TEOT! Have you seen this show called Fargo?? It has a bbt during the initial scene!" And I am, "Huh. You don't say. I'll have to watch that one." Which I still have yet to watch! I prefer my altered reality as is and feel no need to watch a TV version.

Anybody see The Men Who Stared At Goats? Wonder why there is no 'flesh interfaces' mentioned there. Seems the perfect place to mention one.

Wonder what all the perma-fried people are seeing? Seems like they would also be sitting on the ground, not putting up any defense, unarmed, etc. like the story says.

Cool find OP! S + F for starting my day off out in the fields to slowly, slink back to my cubical hell known as "werk"!

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 01:36 PM
It also kind of doom-porny! We need some good doom porn every now and then!

I saved the Guardian story for last. I am glad I did! _9Mother9Horse9Eye9's make more sense (like Dennis Hopper quoting The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock in Apocalypse Now) in its halting, frenetic delivery without being "framed" by a MSM story.

Yuck. [asks MSM] Is that what you make of it? No wonder. Geesh! If you need the term "creepypasta" explained to you or what a posting board is then you are all set up for "that's just weird!" response like they want you to believe. Throw in some T&C-25, the Manson family, and the tale of Jingles and there is one more reason to stay away from those crazy internet folk.

Glad we (waves hands indicating ATS) are all looped in with some random post from the interweb. Thanks Guardian!

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 01:42 PM
Well all I can say about most of these comments, is that the reference to '___' and skin interface, etc.. After I experimented with '___' in my college years, I cannot express just how much those trips changed me, some for the better, and some for the worse. mainly I became extremely analytic, wanting to figure out and break down every single process i saw worth analyzing.

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 04:40 PM
I just re-read the mother horse eyes material again.

A tell is the "I am not educated" proclamation. So is the "I am an alcoholic living at my parents house" claim. Also the "flesh interface" being a giant vah-jay-jay in the desert that he enters is... well, is the exact same as a Charles Bukowski story. Then there are the "being at a Nazi concentration camp" and having access to "the Swedish chemical" that don't jive with a 30 year old alkie living in his parents before being sent to rehab.

I do not know about anybody else but I always end up splitting my infinitives when I get excited or in a hurry. It comes from writing like your having a conversation. I do not see that in the mother horse eye's post.

Why does "flesh interface" make think of Tool videos?

Don't get me wrong... it is fun, wild, reading but I am falling into the "fiction" camp.
edit on 16-5-2016 by TEOTWAWKIAIFF because: missing word

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 04:55 PM
a reply to: Anaana
That's one long and bizarre story. It's ATS material for sure.

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 05:35 PM
a reply to: Anaana

The writer has created some fairly good horror fiction.

It wouldn't surprise me if this was actually Clive Barker writing anonymously, but it lacks some of the themes in his previous stories, so, who knows?

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 05:38 PM
a reply to: Skid Mark

Hehehe! Look, another "23"! LOL

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 05:43 PM

originally posted by: jacygirl
a reply to: Anaana

Thank you for the link! This is really fascinating.

I would definitely like to know which parts are 'true' or based on reality.
A really good find, thanks again!

None of it is true.

The writer writes from the perspective of several different people, of several different races, and at several different times in history (and the future), about things that could not, and did not happen.

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 08:27 PM
a reply to: Anaana

Kinda makes me wanna go on an L.S.D bender for a year.
edit on 16-5-2016 by LightAssassin because: (no reason given)

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 08:32 PM
FYI it is total fiction but certainly ties in some new-age concepts and conspiracy theories well regarding MKULTRA.

From the reddit link:

Hello, friends.

Thank you for your interest in my posts. I want to apologize to the community at large for posting them to threads whose relationship to their content is, at best, tangential. I simply had nowhere else to post my "information" where anybody would read it. Previously, I was operating a website wherein my information laid out in a rather straightforward manner. I was quite convinced that the undeniable "truth" of this information would attract attention on its own accord. I was quite sure that somehow this grand truth would shine out as a beacon and resonate with receptive people and quickly become widespread. As I recall, my best month brought about 400 visitors and a total of four non-spam comments. 75% of these recommended psychiatric intervention.

So here we find ourselves. I am attempting to use the techniques of fiction and suspense to hopefully generation interest in this information. Your subreddit furthers this aim, and I sincerely thank you for creating it.

I should clarify that this information is not fiction. Nor is it true. It is a mix of things which happened and things which almost happened. Things which were and things which could have been. You must understand that the present moment in which we exist is simply a nexus from which trillions of possible pasts and possible futures branch out. The important thing to realize is that these unreal pasts and unrealized futures are related to each other. By examining what might have been, we can come to understand what might come to be.

I am writing about what has never been, and what must never be.

Unfortunately, our generation has been given a special burden. We are doomed, as the apocryphal Chinese curse has it, to live in interesting times. Soon, technological advances in the field of information technology and bioengineering will fundamentally reshape human existence. There are a number of possible outcomes, and I believe that most of them will result in the human race entering unending era of absolute slavery.

As a free species, we have seen totalitarianism before, and we have destroyed it. But when it arises again, aided by advanced information and biological technology, it will have a new and unprecedented ability to envelop the entire earth and place humanity in an unalterable state of total mental and physical slavery that will last for uncounted millennia until the earth becomes uninhabitable .

Not only do I believe that this outcome is possible, I believe that it is overwhelmingly likely. Out of all the trillions of possible futures arrayed before us, 99.9999% of them result in this outcome. As Christ said, "Wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But narrow is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."

We must find and enter the narrow gate, but it will not be easy. It order to find it, we must sort through the many possible pasts to find the few possible futures which result in a humanity free to live and die as humans, and not as an unholy agglomeration of mindless flesh. Unfortunately, as we fight against the forces of slavery and death, it will be precisely our instincts towards the preservation of freedom and life that will lead us to destruction. In short, we live in precarious times.

I want to make clear that while this post shows clear and appalling signs of megalomania, I am actually aware that I am not a prophet or an expert. I am 30-something American male without the benefit of a college education or a stable job. Sadly, I have spent most of my life drunk. My posts will contain a number of historical errors, both intentional and unintentional, as well as bad spelling, bad grammar, and laughably overwrought prose. Readers with a proper education will easily see through my attempts erudition. In short, I have no proper formal qualifications for the task I have set out for myself.

But I have personally experienced the intellectual mutations of which I write. Through repeated self-experimentation, I have fractured the time-state of my brain, and now it exists in an ever-shifting state between various pasts which didn't happen. As such, I have been given what I believe is special insight into our possible futures. They are dark. The shadows of past atrocities pass and overlap with the shadows of future atrocities.

Time is short. Recently, I have been beset with a persistent creativity that seems to grow stronger as the days go by. I fear this state is unsustainable. Perhaps eventually this productive mania will turn into an unproductive psychosis. And soon, on a larger scale, mankind's productivity will turn into its own sort of psychosis.

Billions of years ago, the so-called primordial soup arranged itself into a self-replicating form which multiplied and flourished and divaricated into countless species. From our vantage point in the present, this singular moment of origin has become lost in the mists of time. Equally obscure to us is the future singularity towards which we are heading: the end point, in which all the countless species are once again reintegrated to a new and singular form, a new abomination.

We are on the verge, all of us.

Times are dire.

We are about to be gathered again into the arms of the Mother, to become one flesh with her.

The Mother who gathers lost children.

The Mother I have seen in dark spaces since I was a little child.

Back when I called her "the mother with horse eyes."

We are about to meet her again.

We are about to be unborn.

posted on May, 16 2016 @ 08:35 PM
Well I've been reading this off and on for two days. It's very addicting, lots of stuff going on, and just fascinating.

The story line about the flesh interfaces and the nazi experiments is just the kinda occult/conspiracy/alien/alt history I can't get enough of. True or not I'm sponging it all up.

Thanks for posting, s&f for you

posted on May, 17 2016 @ 08:51 AM
a reply to: LightAssassin

I'd agree, but sadly I had to put my days of fun behind me when I conceived my sweet son.

This story is a nice fantasy though, kinda takes me back to those easier , trippy-er times.


posted on May, 17 2016 @ 12:35 PM
This is kinda like random pages from a diary...good form. Interesting way to tell a story.

Mid 20s to early 30s the writer must be.

posted on May, 17 2016 @ 03:19 PM

originally posted by: Peeple
a reply to: Anaana

It's cool fiction. Not really creepy, just a bit bloody.

But why do you think it is conspiracy material? Or am I missing something?

I think that you are. Not sure what though. I put the thread in literature, I consider it conspiracy literature. From my point of view, I don't know how I could be clearer.

posted on May, 17 2016 @ 03:33 PM

originally posted by: Baddogma
I don't really have the chops to be a fiction critic (or critic of anything, really), but I 'knows good uns whens I read em.'

What you know to be "good" is what you enjoy reading, and that was what I was asking otherwise your opinion is simply vacuous critique of the armchair variety.

What I asked, was what you would consider "high" fiction, and what you would consider "low" fiction. On what are you basing your judgement of "middling"? To what are you comparing it to? What is your taste?

"Good" or "bad", as it means to you, without proper qualification, is meaningless to me. There is no "good" or "bad" for me when it comes to art, I may not like it, but that does not mean I cannot appreciate it or see what others might see in it. Just as, there is no "right" or "wrong" in terms of taste, and we're all entitled to form and develop our own. I am merely interested in where you are placing it, genre wise according to your taste.
edit on 17-5-2016 by Anaana because: italics are contagious

posted on May, 17 2016 @ 03:38 PM

originally posted by: TEOTWAWKIAIFF
Yuck. [asks MSM] Is that what you make of it? No wonder. Geesh! If you need the term "creepypasta" explained to you or what a posting board is then you are all set up for "that's just weird!" response like they want you to believe. Throw in some T&C-25, the Manson family, and the tale of Jingles and there is one more reason to stay away from those crazy internet folk.

Glad we (waves hands indicating ATS) are all looped in with some random post from the interweb. Thanks Guardian!

I particularly like it where they hope that it isn't some marketing thing.

(Could it be a marketing thing?)

That seems to be the full extent of people's imagination these days. If you're not buying, you must be selling...

edit on 17-5-2016 by Anaana because: stuck in italics...arrrghhh

posted on May, 17 2016 @ 03:41 PM
a reply to: LightAssassin

A very nightmareish Night Mare, indeed.

posted on May, 17 2016 @ 10:09 PM
Yeah, he admits on post 15 that it is fiction, but implies that his drug trips have shown him potential future realities.

He doesn't admit that he plagiarized Jacob's Ladder and Eternal Darkness extensively.

posted on May, 17 2016 @ 10:50 PM
a reply to: Anaana

renoir_sleeping_cat_1862 Public Domain Mark 1.0

Our form is our story. The story of all the world.

The world does not sleep.

Everywhere, ten thousand things are darting, skittering, flitting, scuttling, burrowing.

Sleep is righteousness.

But the world wakes.

We are made in the image of the world.

The world is a giant of the our kind, and we live on its back. Its trees and grasses and hills are like the hairs on our backs. Our paws are soft and our ways are subtle and silky, so we are in harmony with the world.

But everywhere, ten thousand things are scuttling, out of harmony.

And this causes the world to itch and suffer, just as the little scuttling things on our backs cause us to itch and suffer. So the world cannot sleep, and everything turns and spins, and we cannot sleep.

For we are made in the image of the world.

This is why we hunt.

It is our duty.

To hunt out all the little scuttling things, to devour them, expel them, and bury them back into the world, leaving no trace. We must hunt night and day. We hunt the ten thousand things on the world's back, just as we hunt and clean the little scuttling things from our own backs.

One day we will destroy all the ten thousand things, and the world will sleep, and we will sleep, and everything will sleep forever. This will be a great righteousness. We can feel this righteousness every time we sleep.

And we can feel a great injustice every time we are woken.

So we hunt.

So we must hunt.

This truth is in our bones, in our claws, in our form, for we are made in the image of the world, and our form contains all truth.

Our form is our story.

The story of all the world.

But now we are confronted with a great mystery.

We do not abide mysteries. They plague our sleep. We must solve them. What is hidden must be uncovered. So we search and sleuth, but this mystery eludes. It scuttles and slips away, time after time. And we do not sleep. But it seems there is no message in our form which gives us any answer.

Is our form incomplete?

I, above all others, have become obsessed with the mystery.

The mystery of the Oily Ones.

Our form is our story. The story of all the world.

I am really enjoying this. Thanks for the heads-up and the link.

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