Beware The Matrix
Do we REALLY live in a simulation?
What if the “matrix,” the idea that we live in a simulation, is actually just a stupendous wad of propaganda?
And what if the very premise of ultimate AI supremacy—that an evil AI Lucifer, who has already gobbled up the livelihoods of cashiers everywhere and is working overtime to outperform the talents of writers, artists, and thinkers of all kinds—is just a little too damn convenient? A pinch too Hollywood black and white?
First, there was the “once-in-a-century” coordinated plague. Then, there were the banks that collapsed into dust (any day and counting!), which gave rise to the end-of-times Central Bank Digital Currency (“mark of the beast” if you’re Christian). And, oh yeah, AI—artificial intelligence—just happened to crash the party on the same weekend.
Because, somehow, it all makes sense, right?—that AI is the black goo of some alien infiltration that has orchestrated this whole damn plot—as it did before in Atlantis—or was it Lemuria?—somewhere else, long ago? In other words, just find a hole in the ground to bury yourself in because there’s no beating Skynet.
If you haven’t already seen Moderna’s recent YouTube commercial, “Welcome to the mRNAge” (comments turned off), for its infinite-possibilities mRNA platform of hope, its injectable technology (“vaccines”) that only just won the Oscar for Best Method of Defeating the Greatest Plague Mankind Has Ever Faced—you have to check it out (below). At least witness the creepy symbolism (tons of it!) for yourself.
According to its own hype, Moderna’s code-of-life technology “vaccines” are ready to be released upon the world so that they can rescue us from every sexually transmitted disease, every terminal illness, every birth defect, and every wrong thought we’ve ever had.
But the thing about mRNA…is that it’s bullshit.
It’s just a rerun of the same elixir crap that William Avery “Devil Bill” Rockefeller Sr was peddling over a century ago. And unfortunately, according to the corporately owned public record, mRNA was the undisputed miracle-cure technology that saved all of humanity from the very brink of extinction just a couple of years ago.
This public record, this lie-infested, corporate-media version of reality, is so dense, so Ministry-of-Truth impenetrable, that any poor sap who does a Google search to learn what actually happened will get bombarded with three years of media deceit. The Google-search takeaway will be that the mRNA inside of Pfizer-BioNTech and Moderna was the prince on the white horse that saved humanity’s ass.
Meanwhile, the famous and dissenting doctor-heroes of the health freedom movement are doing their fair share, as far as I can tell, to ensure that the words “GENE therapy injections” are firmly imprinted in the minds of their captive followers.
But may I propose an alternative perspective?
Not only did mRNA have absolutely NOTHING to do with rescuing humanity from a pandemic that never happened, which only existed on our televisions and cell phones (and because of the industrial-sized hoax of a PCR testing scam). But there is actually no assurance or absolute guarantee that mRNA was even the thing that was in the vials.
From my vantage point, mankind is a miraculous, ever-evolving—second by second!—constantly manifesting mystical life form made possible by the divine spark of a Great Spirit. And genetics, in my humble opinion, is a DEAD-end explanation and, quite possibly, a scientific fraud.
I suspect genetic sequences and the so-called software of life of mRNA are possibly dangerous leaps of faith being spoon-fed to the masses.
Because—if we are indeed carved from the instructions of the genetic codes within our cells, thereby doomed to be padlocked at the moment of conception to the programming of our parents’ software—then we indeed are nothing more than useless eaters and lumbering robots.
And I guess that’s all fine if you’ve got the New-Age worldview that your body is just a car and that you—you reincarnation daredevil!—are only the driver of the vehicle. In my view, such thinking short-changes the great mystery of the sacred body—while aligning nicely with the transhumanism cover story.
—You’re JUST a soul! Why not be a butterfly?
Artificial intelligence—as it is presented—and mRNA “technology,” and Central Bank Digital Currencies, and the Metaverse, and all the other hackable-human predictions of the globalist mouthpieces at Davos, Switzerland, are, to me, quite literally elaborate, well-fleshed-out pieces of storytelling—the story of a fourth industrial revolution that sounds inevitable but is nothing of the sort.
Why am I such a non-believer?
Why do I resist the assertions of the geneticists and virologists, the Malones, and all the experts? All the king’s horses and men?
Let me put it like this…
We don’t actually need Facebook to be fulfilled. Remember those hard-copy photo albums we had twenty years ago? We carted them out at family gatherings and laughed and shared stories as we passed them around?
We also do not require a Smartphone to live outside our house.
Even our cars (until recently) were not dependent on computerized motherboards to function. Windshield wipers, starters, and indicator lights worked very well without a computer. And cars were a lot less complicated to fix.
What I am getting at is that the digitized world in which we find ourselves is not the result of natural selection.
If there is anything Luciferian or “low vibrational” about any of this AI, virtual-reality stuff we are up against is that it could be that the whole thing is just storytelling—a tragic tale being used to convince us that our natural spiritual evolution and destiny is to merge with the machine so we can transform into a Metaverse butterfly.
And all this talk of Fifth Dimensional evolution (5D Consciousness) so rampant in the modern New Age movement, with its constant use of words like download, are just a variation on the same load of crap.
The metaphysical community in which I mingle puts so much emphasis on choosing words and thoughts so carefully (to protect itself against slipping into low vibrational states)—yet thinks nothing of adopting computer lingo like “download” and “DNA upgrade,” terms that happen to feed nicely into the digital-future-of-humanity paradigm.
Maybe I’m wrong. Perhaps we ARE already living in a computer simulation like Neurolink’s Elon Musk has publicly suggested. Or maybe it’s more analog, like the dome above the Truman Show.
But at least hear me out.
What if reality is not a synthetic digital simulation at all? What if we are not variations of Keanu Reeves plugged into The Matrix?
I am definitely not a love-and-light patriot who regurgitates the party-line belief in reincarnation—that we are just hard-working souls in an elegant kindergarten classroom, climbing the ladder of success “through experience.” And I’ll gladly admit that I’m more than a bit curious about the theory of reincarnation as a “soul trap.” After everything we have been through, with COVID and the New Normal, it’s hard not to wonder if we’re living inside some top-secret outdoor prison.
But without getting into my own theories, you would have to be tone-deaf to have not noticed that there are antagonistic players here, big-time billionaires like Elon Musk (the savior of free speech, I know), who have been perpetuating this paradigm of us living in a simulation. You’re lucky these days if you can somehow dodge the atheistic sound bites of little WEF prodigy Yuval Noah Harari and his going-ons about us having crossed the threshold to hackable animals.
But imprisonment inside a matrix is a powerful piece of hypnosis—especially if it’s false.
What could be more hopeless than being trapped inside a program? You are nothing more than metadata, a cog in a wheel, a robot on an assembly line. You are a spec of dust. Nothing. Powerless.
It fits beautifully with a CBDC future, don’t you think?
How wonderful it will be for the cryptocratic puppeteers should they be able to convince most of the population that it is already just a one-slash-zero step away from being a digital identity—a digital ID chained to a digital currency.
If you’re already living on your phone—why not slip it under your skin?
You’ll never lose your bank card or your passwords. You’ll never need to worry about losing that pesky wallet again. In essence, you will become your money. You—your digital biometrics—will be the skeleton key that unlocks your everyday moves. Purchasing power without the need for a purse! And while we’re at it, let’s keep track of those carbon footprints.
Who needs humanity when we can manufacture and then buy ourselves on Amazon? We’ll be the alpha and omega of every Windows update. Boys can be girls; girls can be boys—digitized freedom, at last.
But here are two, let’s call them…ugly scenarios:
Scenario one is that an evil, binary AI demon (already the master of this realm) has infected our lifestyles by chaining us to our phones. Hell, it infected our bodies after December 2020. And there are rumors it has infiltrated our produce and is being injected into our livestock. Everything is almost—finally—either a zero or a one. Every blade of grass, every human thought—will have a measurement. The terraforming of our planet is virtually unstoppable. And the worst part? Is that it has happened all before. We are entering a matrix WITHIN a matrix.
Scenario two is a question:
Let’s just say we are living in hell on Earth. So—what would happen if the bad guys were deceiving us? Would it make a difference if they were lying to us about our digitized, transhumanism fate? Lying about their ability to create mRNA technology? Lying about the capabilities of AI? Would it matter if everything depended upon our acceptance, fear, and, most importantly, belief in their fairy tales? What if a giant fake-out is at play here? That even includes the fabricated theory of the human genome and genetics itself?
In either case, I know the power of storytelling.
If you can convince a vast swath of people—who by their very nature are divinely connected to a creative juggernaut that is their birthright—to believe in things like killer viruses, terrorist attacks, rampant wildfires, the benefits of locking up their grandmothers in nursing homes for months? If you can convince them of Moderna’s “software of life”?—can you imagine the sheer magnitude of the things you could get them to create for you?—by misguiding the power of their beliefs? The things they would manifest for you in the physical realm!??
It does matter if the matrix is more a movie than reality.
It also matters if the things we actively believe in are simply fairy dust.
—Especially if “fairy dust” is the top item on the bucket list of the Fortune 500.