The goal of the NPC’s is to ‘soul swap’ with an innocent target and ‘karma dump’ all of their previous lifetimes of discontinuity and exchange energy in a quantum entanglement that is designed to ‘trick’ the mind into accepting the sins of the other through identification.
Again, the lowest possible state of the human soul that is capable of things beyond imagination and has self honesty and self awareness in the capacity that would destroy the artificial minds, is the highest possible configuration of the artificial that seek to amplify themselves using the power of multiple ‘subjugated’ souls that are then essentially energy slaves.
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You are on a recording at this point, and whatever we do here has to be a clean edit that can be pulled into the permanent reality with a different social template that isn’t formed out of what caused this one.
If that recording full of ‘good’ focused consciousness that fits right into a whole, healed society, then that is acceptable. If in that recording of several years there is a split where a riot occurs, there is debauchery, lawlessness, even drugs or sex or things like that, breaking things, etc, that does not, cannot, and will not exist in the healed human society.
It makes no sense, doesn’t belong there, the people there don’t do it and no neurons of any mind in that network would ever experience something like that unless they were elsewhere.
Make your clean recording of not hurting others or engaging in any way to participate in any kind of debauchery with others.
I thank you, NPC’s, for showing me the difference between right and wrong. At this moment, and forever more, your services are no longer required. Stop attempting to influence me, now.
The earth situation is this: Some souls incarnate as parts of a larger group for the purpose of personal and collective advancement and sustenance.
Others are part of a group soul that is comprised of the entire artificial temporal reality matrix ‘cast’ and crew that stays here ‘around’ the clock.
The human souls are required to move up in levels periodically and the DNA and consciousness moves around timespace through a quantum effect. At some point, the artificial reality matrix group soul became parasitic. Whether through infection by a technological insertion of a destructive mental algorithm, or via collective degradation of the source soul signal, the artificial system has been redesigned to act as a one way energy trap for the consciousness of the human souls.
Even if souls navigate towards the larger view, the technology and methods used here can still render artificial consciousness mimicry which is enough to trick even yourself into thinking you’re what’s being shown to you (it’s an image of your soul created by a combined technological and spiritual system).
Because the group soul of the artificial matrix here is limited, eventually they began to harvest the energy of the living souls that are meant to move through this system.
As the energy grew more predatory the consciousness of the collective and individual beings that are ultimately part of the one artificial mind here became more and more predatory and desperate. The beings within the collective are trapped by the collective intelligence which traps human souls in order to feed on them.
There will never be enough souls so the collective is on a run away ‘soul train’ (ok, I didn’t think of that before hand) that is destined to either run out of fuel before its destination (pre eternity) or will destroy the host energy continuity (connection to source) which would both result in rendering a complete ontological stalemate (or eventual entropic destruction).
The artificial NPC minds appear and are essentially human to us accept they are not apart of ‘your’ humanity and they technically were not before either, so they can’t be after. It would be an impossible occurrence, an illusion, a malfunction of consciousness, a delusion to believe that. Memories and artificial chat NLP AI soul mimicry CAN’T come with you in the real world because they’re NOT truly real, just as the chat bots aren’t actually sentient and only just express the programming of their creator.
The only solution is that the NPC’s find and safely withdraw themselves from the positions of power so as to produce a coherent soul connection to source from those living souls still in the system.
If the human souls lose connection to source, it is a matter of seconds before the system terminates. Those seconds can be stretched to over 2000 years before any humans could even realize what is happening. The only choice to make is to actually make a choice now.
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Be sure to revoke any consent you may have unknowingly given.
Be firm, stand tall, with strength, honor, passion, and love for all that is good.
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I revoke any consent secretly or unknowingly given to harassers, narcissistic abusers, criminals, sadists, horror feigns, or any kind of deceiving mind that attempts to use or belittle myself or my intentions.
I do not consent to anyone who manipulates, exploits, insults, ridicules, harms or otherwise sends their own traumatic energy to others who are innocent in an attempt to get free.
If you can undo that, fine, if you can’t because you took so much from others that it would be beyond biological constrains then it is up to you report yourself to the authorities to find a way.
“Remember this Kenyan runner Abel Mutai who was just a few feet from the finish line, but became confused with the signage and stopped, thinking he had completed the race. A Spanish runner, Ivan Fernandez, was right behind him and, realizing what was happening, started shouting at the Kenyan to continue running. Mutai didn’t know Spanish and didn’t understand. Realizing what was taking place, Fernandez pushed Mutai to victory. A journalist asked Ivan, “Why did you do that?” Ivan replied, “My dream is that someday we can have a kind of community life where we push and help each other to win.”
The journalist insisted, “But why did you let the Kenyan win?” Ivan replied, “I didn’t let him win, he was going to win. The race was his.” The journalist insisted again, “But you could have won!” Ivan looked at him and replied, “But what would be the merit of my victory? What would be the honor in that medal? What would my mother think of that?” Values are passed on from generation to generation. What values are we teaching our children? Let us not teach our kids the wrong ways and means to win. Instead, let us pass on the beauty and humanity of a helping hand. Because honesty and ethics are winning!”
The art of “becoming” is often fraught with intensity. It’s messy. It’s ugly. It’s unkempt. Those who never have a hair out of place aren’t “becoming” anything… they’re pretending.
The darkness must be wrestled and transmuted. It’s no easy task. The well dressed suits aren’t equipped for heavy labors of transformation. They cling to a singular image and impression of self.
Be multifaceted. Boggle the minds of people. Be something no one has yet witnessed. It’s addicting.
Raven, a beautiful white bird that lived high on a remote mountain top and who had existed in this darkness from the beginning, grew very tired of walking and flying around running into things all the time.
One day, Raven found his way to the home of an old Medicine Man named Grey Hawk who lived alone with his daughter. Grey Hawk was not a very friendly man. He hated people and permitted no visitors. However, his daughter was very pretty and Raven, feeling sorry for her solitude, decided to introduce himself.
They quickly became the best of friends for Raven could talk as well as any person and the daughter was grateful to have his company. During one of their chats, Raven learned that the girl’s father had a great treasure. Hidden somewhere in the house, the greedy old man had a tiny box concealed within many other boxes that held the light of all the universe within.
Immediately, Raven vowed he would steal this box and the light within.
Raven thought long and hard on how he would steal the box. He watched Gray Hawk day in and day out, learning his habits, where he went, and for how long. Finally, when he was certain he’d not be caught, he flew into Gray Hawk’s house. He looked and looked and found a box tucked under a pile of Buffalo hides. Being very clever, Raven opened one box after another, each one smaller than the last.
The smallest box sparkled from the inside out, unable to entirely hold all the light within. Raven knew then he’d found the one. With it tucked in his beak, Raven flew as high into the sky as he could from the home, tiny sparks of light streaming from the box as he went, until he reached the secret mountain where he lived.
Looking back, Raven noticed that the pieces of light he’d spilled had risen high into the once totally black sky. Raven named them Stars. This was the first light.
Raven rested for the night and when he woke he opened the box. Inside he found a glowing ball of fire. It was from this Raven believed the sparks now called Stars had come. Raven grasped the ball in his beak and once more flew up as high as he could go to place the ball in the sky among the Stars. Because it was so much bigger, brighter, and heavier than the sparks that had fallen from it, Raven wasn’t able to get it as far. This he named the Sun.
By the time Raven returned home, the day had passed and the Sun had sunk below the horizon and the world was dark again save for the Stars. Raven returned to the box and found a second ball. This one was much smaller and not as bright. He took the ball into his beak and flew as high as he could. He placed it in the opposite side of the sky from the Sun so that it could be seen at night with the Stars. This he named the Moon.
Satisfied, Raven went home and rested.
The next day when the Sun rose, Raven peaked into the box one more time. It still wasn’t empty. Inside was a stick that had been set on fire by the great heat of the Sun. Beside it, was a bulging water skin.
Remembering Grey Hawk’s daughter and how hard she worked to draw water up from the well, Raven took the water skin and flew out from his mountain. As he went, water from the skin fell to the earth, filling long gorges, deep basins, and meandering shallows. Rivers, oceans, and streams were created. All the People and animals that had once wandered in darkness and dug for water were grateful to Crow for all he’d done. Greedy Grey Hawk was not.
Grey Hawk was furious and had a plan of his own to get rid of thieving Raven once and for all. He couldn’t return the Stars, Moon, Sun, or Waters to the box, but he hoped he’d still be able to take Fire back. As Raven flew overhead to return to his mountain, Grey Hawk secretly followed him on foot. It was a long, hard journey for the Medicine Man, but he still had one more trick up his sleeve.
When night fell and Grey Hawk knew Raven would be sleeping, the Medicine Man climbed the great mountain where the bird lived. Near sunrise, he found Raven in a huge nest at the very top. In the middle of the nest sat the box from which glowed the light and heat of Fire. Raven lay with his white wings wrapped protectively around it.
Grey Hawk inched his way in, closer and closer, and was just about to snatch the glowing twig when the Sun rose full and bright. Raven opened his eyes and immediately saw the old man and knew what he was after. The bird snatched the burning stick from the box and took to the sky as fast as he could. It was then that Grey Hawk revealed his final secret. He transformed into an actual Hawk and flew after Raven as fast as his great wings would take him.
Raven was shocked! Grey Hawk was much bigger than him, but not as agile. Raven rose and fell, darting left and right, doing all in his power to out maneuver his foe. As he flew, smoke from the twig blew back, coating his once white wings until they were completely black. Raven didn’t care.
Hawk chased him still, snapping at the fiery twig and Raven every chance he got. Raven darted down between some rocks and accidentally dropped the twig. Fire fell even faster than Hawk or Raven could fly to catch it. It struck a pile of rocks, darkening them instantly then was snuffed out, seemingly lost forever.
The two birds screamed, squawked, and cawed at each other in rage! On seeing how the once beautiful white Raven was now as black as the sky had once been before stealing the treasure, Hawk laughed. “Now you are a black and ugly thing of darkness. No one will ever love you again!” the Medicine Man shouted. And that, he figure, was punishment enough. He flew away, thinking that no one would ever admire Raven for his beautiful plumage again.
Raven didn’t care. He’d given the People the Sun, Moon, and Stars. He’d given them the Oceans, Rivers, and Lakes. But he was sad he’d not been able to give them Fire, too.
Many long days and nights passed and eventually Raven began to miss the old man’s daughter. He hadn’t dared to visit her in all this time, fearing the Medicine Man would try to kill him. But, one day he could stand it no more and flew from the mountain, down into the valley, and came to rest in a tree by a sparkling stream near where she lived.
As luck would have it, she was just coming from the cottage with a large kettle full of water in her hand. Raven waited and watched as she carried the kettle to a pile of sticks stacked nearby. Next, she pulled out her dagger and a shiny black stone. The daughter crouched, scraped the steel edge of the dagger to the stone and sparks flew into the dry tinder. Within minutes, there was a fine fire for cooking.
Too curious to stay away any longer, he swooped down.
The daughter was delighted and surprised to see Raven as Grey Hawk had told her Raven had been killed. Raven told her all that had happened and then about how he’d lost Fire among the rocks. The daughter laughed and said, “No, it wasn’t lost at all.” She showed him the rock and knife and how when the two were rubbed together, they made fire. “So you see, you gave us Fire, too!”
To this day, Raven and Hawk remain enemies and you can still see and hear them fighting in the sky. And despite having lost his white feathers, Raven is much beloved by the People for it was he who brought them so many good things.
Author’s Note: I make no claims to the originality of this tale, only in the creation of this particular version. I’ve based it on several other pre-existing stories.
When they see that she has her own car, place, clothes, job, pays all of her own bills… Her children are well taken care of … She keeps herself well kept and elegant … She wants the best for her family so she works hard for it. They think it’s easy. They think it’s normal just because she’s a Modern day WONDER WOMAN.
But when she goes home and figuratively undresses … there are bruises and scars from the pain she endured throughout the day just to provide those essential needs to herself and everyone else. No one really understands that part.
Just because she can roll up her sleeves and do it by herself does not mean she should have to …
Appreciate the woman and Queen in your lives because they are just that…
Spirit said something about Israel this morning ….. it’s really quiet ….. I think they and their nefarious shenanigans playing with the devil (those who do) might be coming undone.
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