Hello and welcome to 2023 {the lesser version of 2032} I am the Captain, here to keep you informed on our thought-train’s situational issues: That Is: Three years ago our Brain had a plan to overthrow our overlord/superEgo. Train passengers all agreed it was time for Change, when suddenly the world-machine stopped working and we got all mixed up in the time shift that began. Maybe you noticed too.
That shift sent train cars jumping clear off the reality-tracks that society had given us to travel upon. Gone in the time glitches of 2020 – our tracks got caught between levels of awakening while the game system was upgrading — the screen began to process it’s own opinions on what it was displaying. This was not the end of time, but the reset of time’s game.
We were not prepared for this crazy shift, despite our relationship with Time already being shifty: first hating the ticking clock, as the lock on the door to our mental prison… later deciding that without Time we’d be stuck forever sensing a distant notion called Completion, with no way to fulfill its Definition.
Thus we conceded to participate within Time’s Matrix where techno-mind interference patterns are run rather frequently through our domiciles, and our neural circuits are most easily re-routed during “storms within the construct” caused by unexpectedly stressful situations.
The Storms: during a time of terror or shock, one faces the internal battle to continue on Time’s Matrix Brain Tracks: Three Options Arise:
One can switch their panic into fight-mode anger {only to find that efforts to battle against a rigged system have been futile, if not self-sacrificial, from the beginning}.
Second Option: one’s neural circuits tell them to Flee to another life-track {Mandela Effect} virtually parallel lives.
And the Third Option is to Freeze in Time, become an echo rather than to fight or switch lives to keep flowing. On this train we jump tracks. Indeed it is the middle way.
Remember: our number one rule is to keep moving. The frozen are stuck repeating like ghosts, caught in a tiny timeloops that simulate real motion. In that way they are continuing to recreate the fear-energy that the vampiric forces of this matrix ingest to keep their consciousness tuned in to the structural stage of Time.
What those vamps really should do is forge a direct connection to Time’s Source in order to balance the pull of the black hole that’s consuming the center of their extra-dimensional universe.
We wouldn’t be trying to solve the problems of the exMortals, except they’ve made their problem into ours by binding to our glitched time-codes in order to become part of a “shared-souls-system.”
Heck, if it’s not one thing, it’s just another blood drink. The exMortals need us to support their existence. They claim to have begun like us humans with flaws of free will, before their need to feed forced them to perfect their facade through compulsory behavior modifications. A whole system.
I wasn’t going to mention The Mansion’s customized nightmares for each person who enters there, in the lower Astral {Master O. G.} level, and ¥es it’s a major side-track into loss of conscience.
We must theorize about how those ancient houses of the cosmos are using us humans, as the safe alternative to actually exploring the levels of this conscious matrix through astral projection or other ‘dark artist degrees’ — because this Train is way too afraid to be so curious.
“Remember that Life is Mysterious so don’t get too Serious.” That’s some super sanity-saving advice.
Back To The Start: So with the pandemic’s world-wide dictates on the roll, our train developed too many internal conflicts to be settled. That is why the cars split into two lines and went separate ways.
The A-train, remaining under rule of the overLord continued to make small daily circles around Center without having to think about anything more than food, shelter, and your common-loop issues like pleasing other people. Secretly, the A-train was questioning how to exit the central-loop with the least amount of pain caused by making drastic life changes. The baby.
Meanwhile the B-train, the Right Sided Brain is much cooler. It’s all about escaping the common-track and going on brave adventures Beyond The Known, into possibilities.
This drastic split sent The B-Train off without any centered persons aboard, repelled far into the future beyond 2032, where the AI SuperEgo is taking over, and it’s a rather unsettling sort of ever after.
Timeloop ’33 is an intersection with the trans-humanist line dominated by the AI, where the airwaves are always buzzing with psy-tech interference patterns and Captain Elon is our parental figure trying to convince us that such a future-loop is still worth living for.
Ironically, it seems that by escaping the AI that was the Asshole Intelligence of the overlord Lindoid, the B-train ended up under the rule of “the alternate AI”– The Artificial Integration system of ’33.
Although brave enough to go there once, this train was not crazy enough to stick around in that future-station. So B-train retreated back to the common-loop of Center Circle, found A-Train there, dissatisfied by it’s lack of progress and that’s when both trains decided to join together again!
Big Things. Yes indeed. And we’ve been arguing ever since.
Knock Knock: Whose there?
A Questioner: “Dear Captain, when will you admit that we are trapped on an infinite backdrop of endlessly overlapping timeloops?”
Please be a patient passenger and pace yourself, we will make progress soon enough. As this thought-train’s Captain, maintaining focus on the task at hand, I see no reason to overwhelm ourselves with the larger {interwoven} loops issue.
I will tell you that Forever is an idea with consuming capabilities hotter than the fire in our engines, and Infinity suggests the degree where our combustion machine meets incineration.
Infinite is the realm of energy and motion. Infinite is the shape of the field of perpetual action within a closed-system that turns inside-out and then outside-in again; however, infinity is a game for the Central Immortality Agency to play with. T’aint worth the trouble for this train.
I’m sure the Question was meant to jump start our Train because we’re eager for the action to begin. It’s true, our slowass train is still circling around Center Loop Station, since our divided halves reunited last year. Not to mention {the mental rectum} overlord Lindoid keeps pretending to be me, your elected Captain, in order to divert our attention towards the Eternal Masquerade that’s run by immortal vampires deep inside the Center…
So we’re still circling while secretly conspiring to produce a unified process of thinking thoughts that get us somewhere different than where we’ve been so far.
2020 Made Funny?? 