posted on Mar, 7 2010 @ 01:22 AM
I did some searching with little success with this thing in mind. I am seeing characters, sometimes Chinese or Japanese, maybe....sometimes things
that look like they came off a certain popular guitar strap that Hendrix favored. Odd L's that look like a horn, and some that seem Egyptian. I am
getting the feeling that my mind has been forced to climb to the mountain top because of various electric tricks I have been subjected to since that
day I awoke to a shock cannon in '93. It is becoming plain that the whole universe may be in our minds, or at least, perhaps the whole of Earth's
civilization, and by this I mean millions of years worth, if not infinite amounts. It may be that it is some sort of vault for preserving meaning in
life, of which I can find none, at this time in culture and with the media being all controlling. You can refuse to eat and drink these horrible
messages, but when you go out in the world, you are seeing exactly what they are feeding us all, even if you reject it. Cannot avoid this in
attempting to interact. So, I use the imagination to create effects that are better than life, mostly, as a recompense, and as a mission of sorts, to
find a suitable culture in time I wish to return to. I know that many times man has rose and buried itself with these same games, whereby men try to
control God with technology. The reason there's no proof is that everything gets scraped under the surface over the ages. I am certain that all this
has been done before...I just want to see it, feel it for myself. What the hell am I seeing? These are not normal Roman alphanumerics. Sometimes I get
a visual that looks like a spirograph pattern. If man has attempted to control these things (by man I mean such as the evil of bono or al gore) then I
feel sorry for this snip in time.
What does this have to do with Jesus? Well, maybe he could answer this. Otherwise, I find that his followers are about as gratifying as setting a time
lapse camera to watch your back every time you leave your space. I don't want a Rolex. I don't need a Citation jet. I wouldn't ride a Harley or any
motorcycle because of what technology has done to create a race of self serving monsters. Therefore, I cannot find any solutions through listening to
preachers such as the copester. I imagine Jesus is aware of what I am talking about, but he left us with such thin records. Let's see...he died, then
rose from the dead after beating up satan, who we are supposed to forgive, to report to a prostitute who probably did not knife her family in the back
and remove a bottle of hydrogen peroxide with every trip to the airport, so that's good...then a few guys took up assumed names and wrote a thin
transcript of what they did, and ended it all with one of the worst hyperboles in literary history. I suppose if all the good works Jesus did were
recorded in a book, there wouldn't be enough volumes in the world to contain them. Great. Is there even a record of his family, deaths,
offspring...am I missing something?
Forgive the piss poor writing, as I don't feel like railing specifically against the problems of modern media governance at the moment. I want to
know what I am looking at as I drift in to sleep, and out of it, assuming the shocks aren't too violent, and I can therefore manage sleep.
[edit on 7-3-2010 by davidmann]
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