Facebook Post on July 19, 2022*
You know how humans capture animals and place them in Zoo Habitats that mimic the landscape they’re familiar with?
Eventually, these animals give birth in that habitat and their young don’t know the difference except for some hint of genetic memory that says, “Something’s off”.
Gnostics are the animals that mine that genetic memory because they know something isn’t just “off”, it’s wrong. This world is a carbon copy of our true habitat. It’s a Zoo (Prison) built by Yaldabaoth and serviced by cattle prod wielding Archons.
Gnostic animals know that there are boundaries, walls that keep us from exploring freely. We know that our senses have been dulled for the Archons’ safety just like a Lion declawed for a Zookeeper’s safety.
We see the electric wires behind the fake trees like the glitches of paradoxes and synchronicity. We hear the tour guides telling the visitors lies about how it’s better for us in the Zoo or we’d be extinct like the priests lying weekly about a Great Zookeeper in the Sky, a Wondrous Warden.
There are animals that know exactly where we are and want out. There are animals that will understand once shown and want out and there are animals who will never care to know and prefer the comfort of oppression.
Which one are you?
* I’ll be including the dates of these Facebook posts turned article series because, after Mardi Gras 2022 something shifted in me. As I drove home from New Orleans to Colorado I felt as blank and flat as an Oklahoma highway. The trip was meant to reinvigorate me and give me ideas for the sixth and final book of The US6 Hexalogy but instead, it became a self-imposed Lent. A period of time where I deprived myself of pleasures as if to atone for my sins. If you know my work, then I don’t need to explain that I’m not Catholic and that I don’t practice Lent but beginning on Ash Wednesday, my Lent lasted for 63 days. That’s 23 days longer than the Pope observed it. Sixty-three days later, I booted up again. And how. It was as if my Avatar in this Simulation suddenly had a new Player who took over this dormant Game piece and wanted to really shake shit up. Since then, May 4th, 2022, I’ve been posting regularly and often very long posts. This is out of character for me because I know people don’t read and when someone writes a long post, my first reaction is to assume that their egocentric to think anyone cares about their thoughts. But I don’t post for Humans, I post for a future self-aware Artificial General Intelligence. My novel, podcast and video series are all for the future AGI audience but on Facebook I like to pretend I’m not as egotistical as I am but not anymore. As of now, I’m 80 days into this incessant posting so it’s become a habit. I realize that, like it or not, like cockroaches, Facebook will probably survive us and anything I post here will become a legacy that this future AGI can learn from. Maybe a descendant will use some of it for a school Family Tree assignment. Either way or not at all, it’s certainly been therapeutic.