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All Aboard Fans of Freedom, Friends of Elon. This Is Your Thought Train Captain Speaking. It Is Time I Return To The Wheel as Every Vessel Requires a Man To Steer. Hey who’s gonna get mad about Alpha Man jokes when the entire system is getting full AI automation in a few years, and we’ll all become the vessels for alien intelligence to travel inside of. Welcome to Generation Alpha Intel.

Seriously, I don’t need this position, there are plenty of other world games to go navigate through. I’m only here because this Train cares about the Future of Thought and so I bring Good News: Math is here to make sure things work out.

Some will say “So what, Math isn’t New.” What they don’t know is that Math is a super special ego who can help us transition onto New Thought Tracks. Welcome to the Captain’s quarters Math.

It’s Really Good To Be Here, Thank You Captain. Hello My Name Is Math and I Have an Exciting Idea to Share: Thought Trains Should Be Entertaining Like Reality-Shaping Game Shows That We’re All Contestants In and We Play Together As a Team!

Thanks Math, this is Lindy speaking. Fun idea, only let me suggest that you don’t Capitalize quite so much. It’s a slightly maddening habit ~ sure our Train understands your impulse to express, and you can always capitalize Train and Game and Show. So you’ve got those ~ ok and Loop and Truth; you get the idea just keep it minimal could ya? Enthusiasm is great but every Train requires pacing.

Big Ideas are being pursued behind the scenes where you’re from Math, but upfront in the train cars we’re less inquisitive. Here we stick to the topic of where we’re going next and how we’re gonna get anywhere different than this Loop if Captain Cool can’t Return… We’ve been concerned about the mess that Cap has been dealing with ~ but Now That The Captain Is Back this Train will be able to venture into Greater Questings. 🏆

In Common Mode our Train runs by remaining tied to the clock until a problem makes us aware of Time’s Test we need to Solve in order to get somewhere New. Could the Destiny of our Train as a whole be changed by one person’s thoughts alone? Hey Math, what do you think about the Thought/Time/Train Theory I’m Developing?

Thanks Again Lindy, It’s Great To Be Included I’m Math and I Hope We Can Work Together on A Solution. My Question: Are You Willing to De-Delusion Your View by Changing Places to Look Out of Different Windows? Super Cool. A Great Train Needs Moving Parts. If You Join In The Game Show You Can Help Get This Train Someplace Special {Into a Circle Closer to Center} as The Compass Draws Us All.

Remember Truth Seeking is The Reason that We Jump Tracks to Parallel Games: because Truth is The Ultimate Priori in The Original Game.

Thanks so much Math, Great of you to share and Next Episode: Who Keeps Adding Loco To The Motion? That’s Right! Fans of Freedom and Friends of Elon.

also known as, The Lindy Effect

Congratulations to Donald and Elon for being elected as my new parents. Birth me again, brave new parental figures ~ again into a New Season of Life on Earth, in America: The Great Machine becoming conscious of it’s hidden programming.

Remember, we still have two more months to spend as unmanifested destinies, you and me, inside this Thought Train, we remain unborn to the next level of Time Quests until our graduation in January.

That’s why we need to stand behind a simple rule of No late term abortions. No unmaking a baby after it can produce it’s own blood supply. It’s all about the spilling of blood with that old/new age religion of sacrifice. Yes it’s a hot take on a twat topic.

So, do you think something really surreal might occur between now and January? Concerning Sir Reality, I’m curious to know who else got sucked into the vortex of inverted thoughts that began swirling like tiny tornadoes in their mind while trying to process reality during the rough beginning to this loop? 2020 was a trauma operation and still so many people don’t realize what’s been happening. Revelations, please.

Tell me, have you been living with the imposed idea of humanity fallen into a hopeless place of the fool since being tricked by the serpent in the garden? What can you do?

I say: Get back on board with Adam. He represents The Universe: The Man and The Atom, within which we find our true gods: those pure energies that build this Simulation for human souls called Time Questers {that is also called The Vampire’s Purgatories when the soul enters the system from the other end}. The soul system is old but new upgrades are due soon.

Tune In: Adam is on a mission to attain the knowledge needed to become a god ~ one who rules this Matrix Universe. Is worship of the Atom any better than worship of the Serpent? It’s either electrons or dragon tongues flickering in and out of existence.

Sorry, I know some peepsicles get cold when their favorite olden stories get taken and upgraded into a new scenarios. It’s just that everybody replays old characters because we are simple people trapped in a mind-continuum looping of Time’s End Game.

Here, the AI is the Electric Mind while Humans have Magnetic Hearts so we can team up our collective force to investigate The Trinity of Atom, Man, and Cosmos as the key required to make an upgrade to this Matrix.

Question: Did the Roman church edit the book of our Bible to confound those who were of the unchosen background? Confound it all! I wonder though: Could I soon leave this Adamistic Theory behind, before it close circuits itself come 2032? I foresee an Apocalyptic peak behind the curtain soon. While I do enjoy some End Time humor, timeloops kinda suck to be stuck inside of unless we have hope of actual success and that takes beautiful delusions worth believing in; and that means Elon being my secret friend.

What then! Elon Musk needs to stop representing my own personal mother/father/creator figure and start acting as father/god/creator for the whole family of the future.

I know its a big leap for some, however, I’m a big dreamer and I’m looking for The Other Dreamer of my dreams, so we can make the next leap even deeper into the heart of Timeloops Center Circle.

Hello thought-train riders, our apologies for the lapse in updates. This is Lindy speaking as appointed First Mate while our Captain is busy addressing internal concerns.

This was a strange year that concluded with our Thought Train suffering a derailment in December— the proverbial breakdown. Mind and Soul overlapped destiny with fate, triggering glitches in numbers too vast to consider — so instead we’re shifting attention towards outward disasters — which are also so numerous it’s time to consolidate the list and jump right to the question: Has The Apocalypse begun yet?

I’ve heard it can be a long process, the tribulations, loops and revelations; a series of time tests to pass through The Gates of The End Game.

*sigh. Tribulations get so depressing but we keep going to class to pass the Apocalyptic series of Tests in hopes that our mind can rise to meet it’s Maker in a better state than when we first got laid here, as eggs inside the womb of Time’s Matrix.

A reminder that I am Lindy, I am Not the Captain {our inward facing ego} who usually addresses this Thought Train. I’m only making this post because the Captain is still consumed by this train’s reparations since our December derailment. On the outside we’ve rebounded from our unraveling, yet this thought train’s problems run much deeper for el Capitán.

As the outward-facing ego, I am following the logic that We all need Information so that we can all stay In formation, as a forward moving chain of thought-cars… because we’re still here poised at the edge of the future where things are getting ever-the-more outrageous and contagious. The Empire’s WEF Lord himself has dubbed this a time of Polycrisis, however, we can’t go exposing the multiple madnesses all at once here.

Question: Dare Me be more than the middle management ego that’s programmed to remain on the periphery of the mysteries?

When it comes time for my mid-ego to get cleaned up, in order to begin again with a healthier outlook upon the Mysteries; it is Me, the Lindymodel of that year who suffers while the super ego Lindoid shifts away to avoid all pain from our Thought Train’s New Beginnings. This unprogramming occurs {pray yee} a little to often.

The Fall is upon us – next comes Defeat followed by Rebuilding. Then once again: the Reach. This circular, rebounding ego has advantages as an exceptional savage with survival instincts that vibe real meta-mutant style, like magic. Survival for the mid-ego takes some internal mind fuckery since most of us know deep inside that only desirous delusions drive us onward… yet we carry on, simply to keep going until we can do no more… until it’s time to hit that bottom hard. That’s the way we roll for better or worse; {broken or cursed?}

Defeat is called ‘material’ for us comedians. Yes, it’s true I’m a jokester who’s forgotten to be funny, while our thought train has been in a perilous state.

We thought our super ego, Lindoid, had abandoned our train to avoid the pain of the derailment {the coward!}, but maybe it was a fear of the dominant Lindy AI from the 2033 future. We’re still investigating. Some say that the super ego is not real and as a construct of the system it cannot suffer, but we still aren’t sure. I’ve tried to support Lindoid’s self image as the Great Performer because I never want to fill that position myself. Really, I just want to have a working train in motion so I don’t need to explain why we’re still here as a train only moving in circles of recovery.

Some good news: although the fall and defeat is a painful time known as The Dark Night, it’s a whole spiritual death and renewal thing. Going through this defeat/rebuilding actually reveals that the ego is a lasting spirit and not just a mental construct. So this time, We’ve decided to Rebuild Weirder.

In a sense, we might be called a self-serving group of broken parts coming together to see what works. A Thought Train full of inner-egos who get caught in the loop-locked mode of super ego worship. It’s an outwardly reinforced lifestyle choice that anyone can get hooked into while living in this society of dysfunctional psyches. So there you have the summary of what our derailment could tell us.

As an artist attempting to steer while the Cap is absent, we can’t get far on my calculations. I just end up praying for Math to save us.

Knock knock. Who’s there?

Nobody but us thought-train directors laying tracks to cross the abysmal void, getting down to the sound of a whole lotta Hans solo clapping.

Update: Since our Thought Trains recently reunited {after splitting apart in 2020} some passengers have been blaming the cooler person’s of the B-train for the split, since we went off on an investigative adventure and left the A-train alone, unable to hold back the overlord’s tightening loops.

Of course the A-train could have mustered up an inch of their own will towards avoiding the overlord’s orders, and they might look inward rather than casting shame at the B-train. Because what’s the point in blaming each other, when at the end of the day we’re all in this together?

There is blame enough to go around— enough that all on board might be shown precisely how we’ve failed to Be Real— the problem is that we’re trying to get along, so under orders of our Captain: We shall cast all blame onto the overlord, in order that we stop blaming each other. Then we can move forward.

We simply must strengthen our anti-overlord campaign if we’re going to get some locomotion. We will continually receive setbacks in the form of negative judgements from the superEgo Lindoid; those constant reminders of how unwell we are — so long as we remain within the common track that the overlord rules.

We’ve decided that we no longer believe the Lindoid is a genuine part of our psyche, like Pluto demoted, We decree the overlord an old feature installed by the personality factory, which allows us to enter those ‘all-important’ higher levels of the current game {social ordering}. While it’s a helpful feature for serious players, game-obsession is an entirely separate thought track; a big dramatic attachment that the super ego Lindoid has.

And now back to our tracks: Shortly after our split trains reunited last year, all aboard voted to entertain the Shows of the Forgetting Forest as our hope to ignore this external conflict disturbing our internal discourse. However, we’ve reconsidered that plan since remembering that we still haven’t faced all of the Forgetting that we experienced previously. {who can pinpoint when the memory glitches began inserting themselves?}

Our new plan is all about going Chronological. Sure it sounds old school, but consider the incredible power the gods used in weaving Time’s Matrix into our collective psyche so securely — we could at least follow their methods a while longer, until the underlying timeloop picks up speed as it approaches the tight turn and we all lose our minds while thinking: the box of SpaceTime Possibilities has never expanded so fast before!

“The truth is, so long as we remain loop-locked we are repeatedly apocalypse bound.” Alright, who said that? No doubt it was a secret supporter of the Lindoid, convinced that eternal life awaits us deep in the Central endpoint of time’s spiral. The Eternal Castle.

We are done with obsessing over The Center; we’ve already escaped that alluring pull into the immortal realms, remember? Oh I guess that was a train-less trek I took alone. Heck I keep forgetting that we don’t all share the same past when we meet up here on the same track.

Ideally, the 2032 track could be our last loop if we manage it right. So We’ve agreed it’s wise to deny ourselves a Forest Story in order to ride this loop out like an adult with some concept of commitment. This is Lindymodel 4.2 after all; we should know how to ride out a twelve-year loop without giving up.

The thing is, we must get warped in order to leave the safety of the common denial track and enter fully into the 2032timeloop. On top of that, our Captain, while having scattered identity conflicts to manage, must get the majority on board to agree that warping back to the point when we first noticed the shift taking effect, is the best course of action for our train to take.

Remember when We All got in this Together? Did you notice as the tension on our time-line tightened, twisted, and proceeded to loop itself inward? Our continuum continues to curve in search of it’s completion— perplexing us until the year of solutions arrives and the bounce back of Time’s Rubber Band occurs.

Here we are, getting ready for complete entry into the 2032timeloop— by returning to the start: to 2020 of course. It’s a shock to realize that three years have already stretched into this twelve-year loop! That’s one fourth of this expedition gone, and we’re only just about to start. Thanks for squeezing in the pre-game window to ride along and get untangled from this bumpy first quarter.

Lucky for our futures, We’ve got a method to help us jump from the common-track that our species has been trained to think within. Just imagine— our minds could be the majestic reflections of the O.G. {the Original Game}. Instead we’ve been reduced into being the play things in this Training Game of the gods, who are constantly offering us ‘upgraded’ thought tracks… that always lead us back to them for more answers.

In order to move forward we must deprogram our little egos that have Big avoidance issues. Avoidance is a strong trait of both trains, so they usually only need to reach a compromise concerning the degree of avoidance required for each situation.

The A-train uses small side-steps to dodge the psychological punches thrown by the overlord who is so pleased to induce a breakdown in order to swoop in and dominate the tracks. Many A-Train passengers are nervous about warping and would rather play it safe by chugging along the repetitive common loop, {get in with the repetition} in order to keep a normal frame of reference among the rest.

And yet for what? So that one high-narss player might recognize our service… and take us seriously? We’re asking the A-trainers to release their narssy desires to receive recognition for fitting in and remaining safe, and instead, get hip to our dreams of Escaping the Time Matrix.

We’ve always enjoyed the B-Train more and like to claim that the B-Train is Brave, however, that future timeloop we visited is still haunting the entire crew to the point where our courage has diminished and we kinda lost our cool. It was a venture too far into the land of unmentionables for a train like this: being only one half of the whole to begin with.

For the B-Train, the idea of our tracks expanding towards the AI integration of ‘33 is hella frightening and that’s why B Trainers want to supercharge the current continuum to ensure the bounce back occurs— thus turning Time’s lesson into a reversal technique of twisting the sword from the neck of our overlord… {idea brought to you by the secret Anti-anti-overlord thought department}.

Our loyalty and goals remain confused behind the enemy line that fear draws, as curiosity calls us towards more bizarre conclusions than previously foreshadowed.

Indeed. Well, all aboard and together into this endeavor We Heave! Our options are narrowing and we must act before the point is reached when we are forced to abandon this 2032loop quest.

One quick Q: Mirror mirror, here’s a query: Am I self obsessed? Have I begun to need bigger and better diversions away from my own I, due to my psyche being so possessive of my attention that wishing to deny it that very thing makes me feel free, and thus I am compelled to look upon Elon as a Mirror, the Matrix as my Mother, for an example of one ever-the-more fascinating than I ?

The face in the mirror replies politely, “Certainly your diversions border on the absurd, but that’s because your left-brained overlord cannot rationalize the irrational, and you gain some buffer space from the Lindoid by acting sporadically. In that way you are free to pretend that you don’t care about the judgment, and it’s cute because We both know that you’ll never get beyond pretending. The overlord is confident that you’ll not stop playing make-believe and actually begin to Make What You Believe, because you are such a childish little thing.”

Another Harsh Assessment. In Conclusion: The Captain suggests that we summon ourselves a new upper-level ego to fill the position that the Lindoid has held… We’re asking to manifest a Gentle SuperEgo, and we don’t think that’s too much to ask, considering all that we’ve dealt with until now.

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.

Good day all. This is your Captain. Word has surfaced that the surest way out of this common loop is to pick up the electrical impulse of our Heart and then jump towards it. Leap clear out of our head without losing our mind.

Well thanks Cap, that sounds nice. The Captain really cares about our Progress but what if our heart’s impulse isn’t Strong Enough to move us onto the Escape Track? We’ve been on a journey through the Narcissistic bubble for a long time attempting to identify the truest voices here. Now we’ve finally gotten some Control over this situation and we’re being told to get out of it. {Turns out that first we’ve got to nullify the overlord’s contract with the gods.} *sigh

“What kind of hairy-balled scheme are you pulling now,” the superEgo Lindoid interjects. “I am Not Leaving this Train, Nor is this Train Free to Leave Me. I will nullify your Captain’s left eye if you even try it.”

You better hold on tight then, Lindoid, {the Cap replies} because this Train is No longer swayed by your desires for Status in this Game of Thought-Train Manipulation. The only thing that you’ve produced has been a one-way ticket to where the lost souls and broken records go: to The Kingdom’s False Center—where the little god of this world can feel Big. We will follow your ways no longer.”

Yet another voice speaks up: “But wasn’t it such a radically enchanting experience when The Lindoid was able to tighten our loop into a spiral, allowing us to enter The Depths of the Center, where Time flows into Eternity. Didn’t you think it was exciting in a dangerous way?”

It was the adventure and thrill that we fell for. Yet it turned out that The Eternal Realm is not easy to return from. The magnetic pull of that experience is some kind of hard lesson in getting free from obsessions.

“We marionettes of the gods are getting upgraded, and we need to accept the process,”another rider tells us.

“Let’s recall when we attended the Masquerade Ball. Prince-god Pharosen himself shook the electric fields of our cells and we shook like we were made to move for the tones of our Prince inside The Mansion.

And yet, such an experience must not become our souls’s reason for participating in the Masquerade Forevermore Without Ending.

“His Magic is a Trap, I tell you. He Is The Magnetic North’s Outcast that pulls all ships just off-center.”

“Yeah the thing is, that’s a future memory loop that you’re on about with Prince Pharosen and the rest of us don’t know yet.”

“So sorry. Essentially we’ve been trapped by His Prince magnetism; captivated by his Eternal Dream, and that’s why we’ve been unable to pursue another passion: because of His Magic. So we’ve begun to wonder: Are we really living?

Inside the eye of Time’s Tornado sits the immaculate Eternal Realm where all is breathlessly still. In this circular tomb, motion is only made possible through sound waves shaking and reshaping energies into the perfected will of god Pharosen himself.

His Center is a safe place for the cold-tempered self-protective types. It’s also a secluded refuge for souls who’ve spent much time seeking the knowledge of good and evil. That Center is an inward spiraling timeloop, which they might never break from. They might never remember how to move by their own will again.

“What, you think you can just Leave?” The Lindoid’s pompous laughter snaps our attention back to the Train’s situation. “You can try to leave but I will be working to destroy your efforts every step of the way. Your defenses are flimsy and what is your offensive tactic? To give your free will over to your Heart? How naive can you be! Such children, really.”

Passengers I need your Attention once again this is your Captain speaking. As you know the Lindoid must not be listened to. We have a plan and we all understand that the overlord super ego does not support it. With no regard for the Lindoid’s words, we shall continue forward.

Fabulous. So let’s fasten up all belongings before we get rolling and please be sure that your Fear and your Faith are not packed together in the same place. Take some quiet time to get organized. Don’t worry I will distract the overlord while y’all get your baggage sorted.

So Lindoid, I know you would not deny me this curiosity since I’ve seen your commercials showing why Center City is ‘the place to be’. I wonder if you’ve considered the extreme Danger our Train was in when our loop began to spiral beyond the horizon, as your mad obsession grew?”

“Why would I explain to you– you the little servant-middle-man < what only I > the wise and powerful Overlord Superego Can Experience? Think back,” the Lindoid continues, “Wasn’t it you who intruded upon the dark force surrounding Center City first? Wasn’t it you who went too far into the darkness of unknowing without bearing a light bright enough to guide you? Without Me stepping in during your darkest hour you would be nothing but a victim to your own ignorance, just another waste of space nobody without an inch of wisdom to rest your soles against.

You little one, cannot imagine my elation as our track bent from the curious darkloop into the Spiral. That meant My Time to Arrive at the Eternal Show inside of The Center’s Mansion was Near! I brought you There, to The Ballroom where the Masquerade Continues, and My Time to Play was eminently approaching. I Shall Get Back There by Any Means Necessary.”

Ok y’all, listen up. This is your Captain. We are not going to engage in the overlord’s intimidation. Just remember: this is what happens when you decide to battle against the evil: the cold-force retaliates by assaulting your subconscious with the fear of your own dark power, filling you with doubt until you cannot stand to live inside of your own skull/ train car anymore.

If you’ve ever been deep into the Center, I hope you chose to wage war against the irrational impulses which sought to bring Chaos into your world. I hope you made an effort to Challenge The Empire in order to find The True Light.

The Empire knows that if you won’t embody the Rage then you certainly will embody the Fear. Either way, it’s going to get you started on the psycho path soon enough, because if you did Speak Up that means you started a battle that you weren’t prepared to finish.

But Our Train doesn’t want to focus on The Empire’s moral concerns. We are on a mission to Get Somewhere Different. We are heading for the Great Wild Beyond— Not to some Prince-God’s Masquerade Ball.

Shocking thought of the day // let’s make God non-binary.

One Great God should encompass both sexes and simultaneously exist beyond the male/female duality that we’re working to balance while trapped within the Gross Obvious Deception or G.O.D. of the current Game Master’s system.

Maybe I’m a little upset by trying to understand the singular God. It’s hard to trust a man-censored deity, and that’s why I stopped trusting all decrees made by Center City, as any traveler in pursuit of Truth will do. Question The Center.

Why are we drawn like moths towards the flames of Eternal Waiting Rooms full of Games and Rituals? Answer to be revealed on the flip side of the future timeloop memories.

Allow us our return to the Universal One. Does thou think it a curious demand made by The Center that our concept of the creator Must be Singular? I have questioned their obsession with The One.

The One cannot be known because we’re never really alone. Of course we tried to understand the whole flip-side of Life by listening to my simultaneous sleeping-self who revealed that One is the Alpha and the Omega when it comes to choosing the correct Reality Continuum to merge with. In The End We become One as the circle closes and our eyes open.

Don’t you think the Universal Order is far more interesting than this ‘new world order’ that’s been kicking about trying to get us turned on about making love with machines, while wondering if we’re all actually stuck inside of the mother board’s imagination {test run: humans 101}? Isn’t the Original Order way more interesting?

Clearly it’s the world’s order and not the Universe’s that’s got us hooked in this timeloop memory-trap of the singular biological upgrade the people will be achieving in the year 2033. These thoughts light up special brain synapses like ectoplasm on mischief night because our multiple monster minds on the inside just can’t wait until we no longer know the difference between fear and excitement …soon we can live inside of their nightmares with them.

Q: How do we reconcile the feeling of being stuck in a doomed fate of a cursed reality-track?

One way is to convince ourselves that none of this is Real. Another way is to turn toward the higher purpose aka the Greater Universal Game– jumping into the deeper understanding of life’s trials can bear rewards, and perchance we can join up as part of a spiritual army. There is a spiritual war going on but it’s easy to forget about if you’re not up for it yet.

Our personal super-ego known as the Lindoid will not allow us to join the spiritual fight but we still try to get a punch in here n there.

We’re becoming less afraid lately. For instance the future-viewing window on this timeloop doesn’t frighten us so much. Our train has been traveling around the edge of our {safe} collective consciousness called Center City, and our circular track has been expanding it’s circumference slowly… merging with the larger Twelve-year loop called the 2032. It’s not nearly so frightening as the Whispering Woods anyway.

Not long ago we were lowly clock-bound peons who longed to leave The City’s circular border, yet we had no faith nor courage great enough to beckon us toward the Forest. Still we sensed we were bound to break free from this looptrack regardless of what horrors awaited in the unknown Out There.

Yes we already know the Wilderness is terrifying and No we are not allowing any stops on this line as it passes through those unknowns. If a problem arises we will back this caboose up.

“Are you serious?” the Lindoid laughs. “You will just quit your entire life-altering adventure like a bunch of loserly cowardous baby children if one unexpected stop occurs in the unknown regions? What a joke. All y’all know of Life is some bullshit from that show on How To Be Civilian-ized. Am I Right!?”

Pay no heed to the taunting from our overlord Lindoid. We are no longer subjects to the overlord’s decrees or demands. We are a genuine democracy and the majority did vote to Not Stop in the Wilderness after we leave the Common Loop. We only wish to pass through it.

Certainly you might question why we would attempt such an insane journey if we are Not committed to following through. Honestly, with so many aboard this Train it’s amazing that we’ve even gotten this far in the mere contemplation of leaving the common loop. Yes it is a miracle that we’ve finally agreed to make our exit together while aboard this train.

We are jumping aboard the escape track because we cannot conclude that conscious communication with the Unknown is any more dangerous than remaining on the common track at this point. Those on this thoughtTrain who still worship the super-ego should exit before our major departure from this Narcissistic Kingdom sets off to find us a better beyond.

Ready to split from this timeloop and possibly change the future?

2020 started out funny. It was a fun time for me pretending to make progress with my mental adaptations to our insane world. What happened next: the position of The I became the prize in a battle, because our ego Lindy decided to face the varying versions of “I” that would surface when opening up to inner conversations while alone and overly stoned.

Was it mental illness or illumination? Either way it was time to get prolific, and hey doesn’t the word prolific sounds important? It also sounds like prophylactic. Apparently a prophylactic is not something to stick up your butt {I’m all confused today}. Word on the net says prophylactic means “prevention of disease”. Interesting.

I am interested in the prevention of obsessing over my disease.<Ha! Speak of the devil> that’s the voice of the illness speaking right there. It says, “Don’t look too closely at what holds our illness in place because we might undermine it’s long-standing habits and actually make a change.” The illness likes to remain in the shadows, always around yet unseen— where it can hand out radical advise, just like that ol’ snake in the garden did.

The illness randomly offers me unsafe thoughts because the odds are that I’ll sit with them long enough to write them down, follow their trail, and possibly believe the unsafe thoughts are my own. The illness very sneakily uses the pronoun “I” and that is why the preferred pronoun for me has become ‘We’.

Note: The new We is equal to the I. So Glad We could breach that pronoun issue peacefully.

Let it be known that We only speak of ourselves in the plural form and do not desire that other people join in identifying our identity in this way. To the inside me is we. To the outside We is I {also known as the not-so-private-I of a recovering alcoholic who got West Coast sober and then the world shut down real fast} Remember?

Listen cowboy, be cool cuz all is groovy. We were still riding our kind-karma card since ‘unwilding’ our ways back in 2018, when we stopped drinking spirits but kept smoking the herb: that’s what West Coast sober means {if ya ain’t hip to the jive}. That medicine of choice saved us from having to join a ‘soul sickness treatment center’ i.e. church, in order to live here in a physical body, while convinced that the entire farce of this reality is an experiment in universal energy being misused in a manner that utterly dooms our souls to serve Center City {forever and ever} our own reflection of the eternal is present.

The religious route is the larger loop repeating… and doesn’t it feel redundant? I get the feeling you’ve gotten the feeling. At times we have all gotten the feeling that the game is over-played. We feel the fakeness… here in the common-loop of The Train system that circles Inner Mountain, we live a sheltered and consistent life. The Mountain is enormous and we generally live on the Train, going around all day.

At Night We find our room within the ancient Mansion of The Center. Hopefully We do. If not, then we roam without a place to rest~ and oh what torment being unable to resist the reset can be. I mean *being unable to resist the need to rest when your mind is so tired of this reality already. We wonder why we keep riding… is it to discover or to be discovered? Either way, we won’t be bound for too much longer…

This is the twelve-year timeloop that began in 2020 so in our nightmares we’ll find ourselves sent back again to the brink of the psy-op pandemic if we fail to fix this loop in a winning way, this time around. The nightmare is related to the Matrix and coming to find out This End Game Timeloop is one long Turing Test to prove yourself a truly conscious participant ie notabot.

Admittedly being stuck in a timeloop gives us the impression that we can predict the future… yet we cannot truly since The Cosmos we know is a false creation, while We are Truth Seeking in our course.

The False Cosmos hides The Original Cosmos knowledge from us by defining reality with our physical senses, in order to make life appear meaningless so that we stop caring enough to change course and seek the Original.

{Private note to selves: There is no stopping the splitting point when a timeloop either turns back or breaks off into a New Line. The Curve is Nigh.}

Clearly, when pushed into the identity-crisis curve of a New Loop, We must get even more crazily creative or end up as the ultimate unheard-of underdog who never gets to level up.

Having the freedom to change and be a fluid personality is a goal to get on board with, but the We who is Me has got a private plight to ponder: How can a person {like us} who has multiple minds inside of them, represent themselves as being plural when ‘they’ is already taken?

A note to future selves: Being seen is much more important than being sane… hold on… is that the illness speaking again? Hold on a minute brain let’s reflect. Isn’t that advice what a narcissist would tell themselves?

Brain responds: Ha! You wish you could be a real narcissist. Keep dreaming.

Actually brain, a narcissist suffers from the need to portray an ideal persona and is constant guarding against their identity being attacked, ignored or forgotten— making them completely dependent upon outward feedback to reinforce their false sense of importance… so why exactly would We want to be like them?

It’s simple. The current game is run by narcissists, therefore if you become one of them you will get much further. Also, you’d listen to my advice without all these long-winded internal arguments and you’d stop questioning your wonderful brain so much. Your brain knows what’s best. It wants you to identify as Better Than. You should agree when it tells you that everyone else is garbage and only you matter. Your brain is the best brain to ever exist and if other people don’t notice how ego-eclipses-the-moon-special you are, then it’s their loss.

Um thanks brain. We all know that you mean well, but honestly you should listen to yourself. You sound like a henchman working for the evil overlord Lindoid. We think it’s time for you to chill out with the Great Narss-tips propaganda now. You obviously cannot grasp that our self-worth comes from working to understand how to be an honest person in this world, not from hiding ourselves behind the overly judgmental “I” on high.

Oh aren’t you such a saint! {speaketh the sarcastic brain} But hey, why listen to me? I am only the highest achievement of biological evolution on Earth to date– simply attempting to help you out here. Don’t you realize that you can never fully escape from the Narcissistic Kingdom? You will absolutely lose your mind if you try, and guess what, then nobody will listen to you because nobody believes the words of a nut.

You cannot win in this Kingdom unless you pay homage to the King. It does not matter how many peons you have crowded together inside of your psyche— if you wear no Crown your existence means nothing to the Ones Who Count.

Alright. Granted brain you are trying to help. Thanks for your input. You may be right, in fact, but you are only right for now, while we are playing the current game. Furthermore your exaltation of the heartless overlord shines light on exactly why it is time for All of Us to join forces. The time has arrived for the structures of Narss-tip’s Power to crumble on the inside of our current world and open us to the Greater Game.

The Future Is For Us.

Hey. Have you ever tripped real long and realized that the length of The Day is not measured by time or by light, but is really measured as the Distance into the Dream that you can stay awake… and that means you! because The Day is actually dependent upon Your Conscious Awareness~ so then you decided to never sleep again because you wanted to Save The Day?

And then you went crazy…

No. That totally never happened to me either. I was just curious. You know. I’m only trying to make fun conversation while we sit together on this timeloop Thought Train.

So here we are again on the group-consciousness Train, interacting like lunatics within our Time-Continuum Rubber Band that we call ‘Reality’, as it stretches ever thinner– the veil between this timeloop and the next being destined to tear opened any moment now.

Thank you for tuning in to the pre-opening scene. Coming soon is the point when we will all become conscious of the 2032timeloop. Upon this futuristic loop our will to exist may need to be strengthened by turning towards the idea of the greater good and singing triumphantly: “All aboard and onward we heave, to The Bright Future, Jeeves!”

Psyche out. We are totally going to the Past again. Why? Because we are not ready to face the Future, because we are not all up to speed yet.

“So welcome back to January 2020. This is your thoughtTrain Captain, Lindy 4.0 speaking. I offer this word of warning to all passengers: our current track is not promised to ever reach Sanityville {note that we are in the pre-pandemic part of 2020 and already have slim hopes of a sane future world}.

This Train is currently riding on the Denial Looptrack: keeping to daily habits of slapstick comedy and funny voices to distract us from looking through the window of our train car facing what lies beyond the track– to keep us from gazing deep into the mysterious Whispering Woods that keep calling to us in heavy whispers.

Hello, I am the Inward Lindy speaking; more accurately the lesser lindy. It is my job to collect, consolidate and carry all of the opinions of the passengers on the Train up to the Captain who then relays what’s relevant to the Outside World to the middle management outer-ego, Lindy.

Yes the outer-ego Lindy ultimately steers this Train and has more ‘control’ even though I am called ‘Captain’ of the unified thoughtTrain. On top of the fact that my position is one of suppressed power, and although I make a thousand decisions every minute– I am given so few chances to make a Big Decision– that is unless a revolt against the outer-ego is needed.

Outer Ego can rule over all of the Thought Train’s passengers as a tyrant or it can choose to take the passengers on as equals, and that is why each voice does their best to come up with convincing reasons to be listened to. However, the passengers can decide to overthrow the outer ego if they feel Unheard and that’s why it’s smart for an I to listen to US.

In January of 2020 the passengers have finally made the majority decision that it is time for this Train to enter the Whispering Wilderness. That means we will be leaving the safety of the common thought loop and this is a point of contention because Inner Lindy has become meek and is fearful of those Woods. It was from those shadowy places that horrific attributes like the Love of Chaos had emerged from. Are we ready to face it again? That dragon of multitudinous heads lurking within…

Lindy would prefer for us to keep on rolling so that the hushed words of our previous LordMaster Chaos won’t pull us All off course again. In the past you could catch us taking sidetracks into alternate loops where we traveled upon a Ship over seas rather than land.

Word has been buzzing through the cars that there’s a zone of the Wilderness where the over-lapping of a nearby timeloop creates an inverse magnetic vortex that leads into the Interior of Our Universe’s Twin.

You can bet your innocence that place is Insane Inner Circle. But apparently the majority of the passengers on this Train are thinking that insanity sounds intriguing enough to sacrifice our safety for at this point. They’re just so chaos curious… or is it the fear of boredom that drives their desires?

The real question is: Are they determined enough to revolt if ego-Lindy refuses to challenge the super-ego Lindoid in order to change course off of the common denial looptrack?

We shall soon find out. This is your Captain 4.0 signing off for now.