I know they had you hacked from the womb.
I know even your mother's breast milk (or more likely a direct chemical substitute)
was carrying you hacked code in disguise
altered by microwave frequencies and broken bonds.
I know the sound of the death-script buffeted you in the womb.
Your ancestors at least had the luxury of analog terror,
played out in flesh and blood;
your terror is piped in on fiber optics, and invisible waves,
foaming up the tides of the air like sea spray.
I know.
I know that you have been programmed against your own instincts,
against the fluid god-mind of your forebearers
and against every decent quality of mammalian affection.
I know that you find your own destruction,
the ritualized debasement of yourself and your peers to be a gleeful sport.
I know that you are incapable of most facets of human feeling--
even love and sex to you have become a violent and largely mechanical affair
without any fruit or issue at the end of it.
I pity you.
But please know that no amount of my compassion will spare you
from the results of what you have chosen for yourself.
You can deprogram and reprogram as many have; the mother script still exists within you
under nacreous layers of death-code and viral contagion.
Pray that time permits this process for you.
It can only begin with your firm resolve
to abandon the madness and complicity of your abundant and feeble-minded companions.
Perhaps some day you will understand that just because they flock around you
with mild indifference, or at best complicity in your schemes of diversion, hedonism,
and gradual self-destruction. . .this does not imply that they can offer you any allegiance
in the face of what is coming,
nor any counsel on finding the path beyond their collective somnambulistic death march.
Life is stronger.
Life is not founded on a corrupted syntax of stolen codes, nor on the recent decades of scheming
by deranged minds.
Life is forged from millennia unreckoned--research and development by an intelligence of a higher and more interconnected order than your diseased PSYWAR chieftains can even speculate about.
Discard the decoys within your own psyche and every simulacrum which obscures the life-web from your sight by means of a graduated process of material servitude to some hierarch that is always one leap beyond your grasp.
Your own survival, and the complexion of your very soul depends upon your choices and your allegiance in every moment. Turn away from the false shepherd with the velvet flail and crook. He will have you as mutton just as sure as any ravenous wolf. . .the only difference is that you will approach him willingly and with the deference only a life-long slave can offer.
You are the warden of your own mind-cage.
You alone can offer yourself vitality, protection, and abundant life.
Blame no other.
. . .
Copyright Peter Asher Watts 2014
I know even your mother's breast milk (or more likely a direct chemical substitute)
was carrying you hacked code in disguise
altered by microwave frequencies and broken bonds.
I know the sound of the death-script buffeted you in the womb.
Your ancestors at least had the luxury of analog terror,
played out in flesh and blood;
your terror is piped in on fiber optics, and invisible waves,
foaming up the tides of the air like sea spray.
I know.
I know that you have been programmed against your own instincts,
against the fluid god-mind of your forebearers
and against every decent quality of mammalian affection.
I know that you find your own destruction,
the ritualized debasement of yourself and your peers to be a gleeful sport.
I know that you are incapable of most facets of human feeling--
even love and sex to you have become a violent and largely mechanical affair
without any fruit or issue at the end of it.
I pity you.
But please know that no amount of my compassion will spare you
from the results of what you have chosen for yourself.
You can deprogram and reprogram as many have; the mother script still exists within you
under nacreous layers of death-code and viral contagion.
Pray that time permits this process for you.
It can only begin with your firm resolve
to abandon the madness and complicity of your abundant and feeble-minded companions.
Perhaps some day you will understand that just because they flock around you
with mild indifference, or at best complicity in your schemes of diversion, hedonism,
and gradual self-destruction. . .this does not imply that they can offer you any allegiance
in the face of what is coming,
nor any counsel on finding the path beyond their collective somnambulistic death march.
Life is stronger.
Life is not founded on a corrupted syntax of stolen codes, nor on the recent decades of scheming
by deranged minds.
Life is forged from millennia unreckoned--research and development by an intelligence of a higher and more interconnected order than your diseased PSYWAR chieftains can even speculate about.
Discard the decoys within your own psyche and every simulacrum which obscures the life-web from your sight by means of a graduated process of material servitude to some hierarch that is always one leap beyond your grasp.
Your own survival, and the complexion of your very soul depends upon your choices and your allegiance in every moment. Turn away from the false shepherd with the velvet flail and crook. He will have you as mutton just as sure as any ravenous wolf. . .the only difference is that you will approach him willingly and with the deference only a life-long slave can offer.
You are the warden of your own mind-cage.
You alone can offer yourself vitality, protection, and abundant life.
Blame no other.
. . .
Copyright Peter Asher Watts 2014
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