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And I had to mark this post earlier than actual on my blog because I couldn't stand this pic to be on top of it, even once, but struth's struth girls. Listen up.
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This pdf is the most ludicrous and comprehensive expression of the gestalt of Out There yet perpetrated upon the denizens of the system of pipes, akin to Kim's ass above, and I do NOT recommend you take it seriously, but if you're going to read it, try to notice how it presupposes utterly credulous, sub-intellectual and superstitious ninnies reading it.
Then contemplate how much of the truth they don't want you to think is true is nested in it, and how many lies they do want you to think are true are in it too. How much of this is genuine? Which stripe of huckster is selling it? Or is someone both trying to be truthful and self-marginalize enough to quell their fear of being truthful? What the fuck is wrong with everybody?
This is the story across the number one alternative market. Bliss ninnies. Mental children. Some who purvey any portion or nearly all of this crap for money tune their rap to the whole-hearted ninnies, like this guy does. Some, now, just sell tickets for everyone who can afford it to come get to exchange alien abduction stories. Some take a much more scholarly approach to it, making it sound much more appealing and palatable to the actually intelligent mental children, but always needing to lace it with enough alien races and alternate dimensions to make it pay more than subsistence wages. I, of course, prefer those.
But now that I have more doctorates than I know what to do with, I can catch all their input and notice what motive drives each input. For great enlightening beings it's like walking and chewing gum. For us great enlightening bumblers, well, we need to slow considerably over certain ground that we might continue to chew gum. Once in a while we have to stop chewing and run, but mostly we keep at whatever pace we can keep steady, chewing as we go, and our little mishaps, our little slips and falls, our little fifty-foot drops off the path into the glue. This is the nature of it.
A rare human wakes up and drops all their conditioned habits at the same time. It can take a split second or the rest of your life. Still, you'd die before you gave up.
Anyway, even when gravitating to my preferred brand of huckster, I have to call myself on it or I become it, and now with all these degrees falling off their piles and too many to be framed, I have to just once in a while poke my nose back into each of the multifarious outposts of Out There to make sure they haven't switched galaxies or investment firms on me again.
So, then, but, there are confabulators out there, the ones petitioning the torsion field for world peace and free energy and glass astrodomes on the moon and really slick explanations for cattle mutilations. You can pay for just about any brand of Out There that suits you best, but it's entirely too rarely that you get it without all kinds of potential harm to your consciousness or your pocketbook or both. I just have to keep half an eye on them now.
I know I'm lazy and don't go through this shit line-by-line with all the kind of analysis you need to apply to get any worthy insight from it at all, but it isn't just that it's too daunting to have to endure that kindergarten action, it's also that it wouldn't work! It never works! The only thing that works is your decision to catch the drift and drop the consensus trance.
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