If you, like I,

are faced with these questions daily, maybe you also stumble through the dark looking for an exit that does not exist. For the remainder of eternity we are captured and imprisoned and one's reality remains in excruciating despair. But in this mental and physical pain I remain with a smidget of wonder. I wonder if this meta system's oppressive prison box contains anything but prejudice and racist logic.

Inside the prison box my life is debilitated by many things. Almost indescribable things but the worst of it is of the physical nature. When felt can only be interpreted by my senses as pure torture. A constant head pain and sudden onsets of a crippling vertigo. Vertigo can be set off by either military style electromagnetic wave weapons or broadcast wifi functions. Lumps of code initiating an anonymous system inside your body which uses your own bodies stored energy to either electrically shock the brain or pass waves of energy over the balance area of the brain. Sometimes two fists suddenly take a firm grip of the brain and twist it violently. All cruel and debilitating and something behind it all so treacherously evil one is deemed to be mad when forced to explain.

"Biohacking is the future of humanity, with each thought trackable when converted into a simple text node and this kind of connectivity has paved the way for remote viewing which has the potential and server resources to reach all living rooms of the world. This kind of surveillance turns our warnings with Brave New World and 1984 into mere smoke screens to what really was to come, and our current obsession with security and password protection into the joke of the millenium."

Over the course of life I had come across many different characters and there was one character type that always intrigued me. Snoopers; those that would go through another person's property or room and snoop. Managing construction sites we came across this type now and again but curiously I had noticed with some snoopers, stealing in fact was a miniscule part of their psyche and what they were up to had to do with so much more. Some never even tried to conceal their misdemeanours, behaving as if the people they did not know deserved it. This was their chance to get something back and over a perceived enemy called the stranger.

There are clear differences in those that would and just won't. The wonts are simply not interested and can never truly understand those that would, but it is with certainty that these are the types that get a high or even sniff panties while using a remote viewing tech.

A place where all ideas and plans are snooped upon and as consequence ideas are stolen with all conscious plans now subjects for sabotage. All under the (BWSW-Snet), black widows spiders web, skynet. An extraordinary treachery that lays the deterministic path to one's inedible end.

A pathway laid in betrayals into where your universe controlled imprisonment feels no less than just that. A drifting in space, confined in a dark six sided box, still consciously thinking and feeling the physical pain enforced by a skynet. No more sunlight and sandy beaches or even freedom to breathe the air of choice. The essentials from the creators’ of nature's world are now also stolen from you. Either way, if I were to escape it would be for these reasons: to find a world that is not centered on the lie. A world that has peace without guilt and to live is one's own right. To some this maybe the world as it appears but if all this unerringly were what ‘life’ ever was, does one have to forget the hidden world now illuminated. For a little curiosities sake you can observe the inhabitants who watch the shadows on the wall and those that now look at you through vague, weary and sometimes spaced out eye’s. Sometimes with a content radiating from their souls they look as if you are a past flickered shadow on the illusionist wall.

Via significant incident shifts varying in intensity my conscious being against all will was thrusted into the meta modern cultural changes and illuminating many of the horrors of the unknown. The unknown, all that stuff that people are afraid of and a risky strategy is this. To pretend the seas are not rising while all is well on the Titanic, a cowardice I see a lot.

One such shift includes an off world type shaming, that esoterically may have been organized from birth and from the minds of a collective neoplatonist outer stratospheres earth. Following all shifts life now is alien while alienated and continues are too many to describe torturous methods that daily are constant. Torture now only seems like a continuous and regular reminder, ‘for us variants this world is out of this world cruel and messed up.' They may have come at you with evil's scapegoat theory, the theory when analysed with one's own opinion will catch up on all and make things much, much worse. Evil is never long satisfied and to satisfy its insurmountable hunger the Ouroboros snake devours its tail to finally eat its own head.

They may have come at you with the devil's oppression and the romanticized version of The Book of Job. In the original story, Job's life, wealth, wife and children are never returned. They may have announced the universe's law, cherry picked from the bible with sins of the father. 'Behold fellow collectives and elites take stock, he may be a good fella and innocent but the law is the law of the universe.'

The combined methods unveiled in an awakening are like a granite conglomerate over many years cemented together for purpose: the forming of a matrix of pain. The 2001 A Space Odyssey monolith magically appears in the room along with the sudden violence of a brain therapy and shock treatment. The exploding neural network is super-fast in reconnecting but not before the feeling that one had just quantum travelled into a universe’s parallel dimensions.

Travelling to the other dimensions leaves one totally isolated from others, suddenly talking a little bit cryptic, mythic and jiberish. To you others appear more like faulty androids and almost disconnected from their former selves, full of lies, evil and contradictions. A behavior in people that had announced itself periodically throughout one's life, is now only constant. Messages from the unknown are suddenly death threats threatening, arriving with just impossible tasks and a quick introduction into valley and hill crossing where in the desert most will die. While you search for your next Sysiphis hill to climb, find the others. Sometimes the crossing of dimensions and into the desert is achieved via the most violent of accidents.