14 | August | 2023 | EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™

Otherwise, the death of novelty. What is “novel” anymore? We’ve gone so overboard into novelty, that nostalgia is being reinvented in some neo-bizarro manner, just to keep the general population mentally occupied while they gradually lose one freedom after another. Bread, circuses, & pseudo-novelty, as the 1st-world writhes in its own death throws, the middle-class becoming seemingly nonexistent, & the divide between them & us becomes Grand Canyonesque in its shadowy grandeur. Oh those days of old, those salad days, so to speak, have all become derelict buildings, with the copper ripped out, stripped to the foundations as they await their respective demolitions to make way for the new world order Planet Earth. Many of those supposedly “channeled messages” that I listen to for some modicum of entertainment value, they talk about a split, like a metaphysical split, between this 3d prison planet Earth, & some new 5d Earth, where everyone’s dreams come true in a magical utopian Earth of abundance & benevolence. Well, I guess I got stuck on shithole 3d Earth, because clearly, if I’m here, I didn’t make it to the “new 5d Earth,” as it were. Nope, I guess I slept right through the boarding time, then the subsequent flight out, as I am most definitely still here on 3d blah Earth, waking up this morning to yet another miserable day here trapped in this meat suit, bound to the medicine, locked inside my solitary cell in the proverbial gulag, with a little fish carved into the wall, along with some words that read, “I was here.”

Sadly for yours truly, if the power ever gets turned off, it’ll be like I was never here, along with most everyone else. I MUST hard copy these words I spew, before I’m totally erased, as though my mouth-breathing commoner peasant self was never born, never made an absolute mess of his life, & never died alone in the night, just blown away like a tiny pillar of salt on a windy beach, & that’s it. That’s ALL this life will be, if one can even call that a “life,” & it can be easily summed up in that illustration I just detailed for you. A little pile of salt, a little pillar, not much, barely an inch high, just a gram maybe, enough to change the taste of one or two bites from the food on the table, but not enough to crystallize into a gem. All of a sudden…POOF, one day the wind on the beach just blows you away, your little pillar spreading each grain individually onto the sand before the waves come & wash you back into the ocean, never to come together again. Two very different worlds between them & us, as I’ve said. To speculate from their view, one can only ponder what it’s like to have birth-given notability, a lineage, alleged “noble” bloodlines, & to grow up in such an environment, what a world that must be, right? Power, wealth, born with royalty in your blood, what a totally different world that is, & from their perspective, I get it. I don’t agree with it, but I get it. Maybe I only don’t agree because I am on this side of the coin, or perhaps I don’t abide those who abuse their power for malevolence, or it could be both, yes?

Am I jealous? I wouldn’t call it “jealousy,” per se, but more like I feel let down because I had did not have such accesses to knowledge that might have exploited my intelligence in a much healthier manner. I had to do all of this, whatever this is that I do, gradually over time, because there was no internet growing up for Gen-X, & as a general principle for the commoners, there was much less access to knowledge outside of your respective spheres wherever you lived. We were TV babies for the most part, & television programming was the teacher. There we libraries, sure, but to compare an old-school library to looking up anything on your phone in a few seconds, is just asinine. Your phone IS the library, & the university, & the workplace for some, it’s everything, right there in your pocket or purse. It’s not only there, it’s watching you, listening to you, all day, every day, 24/7 that little surveillance apparatus is on & feeding data to the AI. Even when it says it’s off, it’s on, & I’d wager that it has a feature designed within it that specifically goes into HYPER-surveillance mode when your battery supposedly dies, & it appears to be sitting there lifeless. Nope, & if you believe in the AI becoming and/or already being “sentient,” then your phones, laptops, tablets, are all giving life to the AI, basically birthing the AI, for lack of a better term. Now, think about how this has been going on now for nearly 30 years already. Now, think again about how the powers-that-be would react to a sentient AI? First of all, do you think they’d tell you? No. Second, these maniacs are power-hungry, all taking chunks before the Great Collapse comes so they can rebuild their individual little kingdoms in a new world order, & they NEED the AI to help them accomplish that, so behind the scenes, they are waging little wars for pieces of the AI, & thus, will never expose themselves to the public because that could jeopardize the entire agenda.

I don’t get why they would even care anymore. Most of the masses are so dumbed-down, would it really matter if they came right out & stated their plan, their real agenda? They already do actually, only covertly via predictive programming, broadcasting said programming all over the world. They do it through movies, television, music, & they really love doing it through kid’s shows too. It’s called “programming” for a reason, but there you go…that’s a perfect real-time example of how most people do not even put together that it’s called “television programming.” The words are right there, RIGHT THERE, “spelling” out what they do, but what do most people do? They change the channel to a different program they want to watch, then go grab another pint of Ben & Jerry’s because they’re cheating on their diabetes. These programs are “broadcast,” & again, right there in the words. Like a magic spell, “broadcast programming,” & by telling you what they’re doing, the karmic hook unhooks from their lip, & hooks YOU instead, nice & snug, like a largemouth bass on the line. It’s YOUR free will to watch, but the problem I have with that, is that it’s kind of hard for humans to instinctively know these things, & if no one shows/tells you, because no one knows, because information is suppressed by a global bureaucracy at the expense of human potential as a whole, how is the blame entirely on you? I do not concur with that, no, I don’t concur with that at all. I know life isn’t fair…duh…but if those atop the power pyramid are aggressively & openly cheating just to play the game in “God-mode,” it becomes un-winnable for most of us, & to take advantage in that manner, to exploit humans by creating the ignorance, & then assume the blame is completely removed from yourselves, is bullshit. I call “BULLSHIT!” Now, if the people were to know all of the real truths, then STILL allowed themselves to be programmed, that is a whole different sport, Sport, but this little trick of hiding it into the common language, all while making the programming as appealing as possible, is just sinister, as well as unnatural, & it doesn’t bind the power in the shadows to a free pass, at least I hope not.

There has to be a Divine counter-balance of sorts, right? There HAS to be. I just refuse to accept that malevolent darkness at this level, one that is literally enslaving the general population, can be allowed to continue this. Where are the benevolent ones? The real light warriors? The Angels & Archangels that supposedly stayed true to God when Paradise was lost & the Fallen Ones fell. Are WE spawned from the Fallen Ones? Is that why history is filled with horror, & war, & terror, & a them, & an us? Are we the descendants of Cain? This is like Pandemonium, the city of the hell-demons, or rather, it’s on that path, or maybe just revealing its true nature, but I don’t know, what do I know? I’m just one moron writing from a worn-out MacBook Pro in a rented room, barely staying alive, living like some kind of roaming vagabond. All I have left are these words. It appears that any sort of “Divinity” has truly forsaken yours truly, so my hopes in any kind of “Divine Reckoning,” unfortunately, are slipping away. I suppose if everything does go sideways, I’ll have an advantage in that I know how to “live” with nothing. Oh man, how would that sordid scenario play out? Say the power goes off, which means no electricity, obviously, but also no lights, no gas, & GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…no internet. Can you imagine? I’d say 24 hours TOPS before mega-panic ensues. Looting, rioting, robbing, killing, you will see humanity slip into barbaric primal state so fast, that your head won’t have time to spin. Major cities, one of which I am in, will be total war zones, as society devolves into full-on survival mode, & fleeing to the city won’t get you far, because there’s no gas, remember? Food will get taken quickly, the pharmacies too, & once the desperation sets in, people will start robbing gas & stealing any car they can to get somewhere, but where will they go? Where will YOU go?

If there’s nowhere to go, where do you go? I’m going to have to save that one for my book, “The Great Quote Hunt.” Maybe someday I’ll publish it, a testament to my newly acquired “I was here” mantra. Nothing crazy, nothing fancy, hell, it’s already written, so I just have to organize it, add the animations, probably docu-sign some ridiculous paperwork, because bureaucratic paperwork means everything here in Brazil, doesn’t it? Bonus 5 points for you if you get that reference. I’ll give you a hint: Terry Gilliam …those 2 links will guide you where you need to go, like a digital Tuttle. Speaking of that movie, geez, talk about predictive programming. There’s a team of writers & directors, mostly writers as these films are derived from scripts, but regardless, take Terry Gilliam as an example, it’s either raw genius that they produce works that actually become the reality they envision, or they know beforehand. I lean toward the former, desperately needing to believe these people are true artists, but I cannot completely dismiss the latter, in that these productions all contribute to the programming of society…i.e…controlling the future. Orwell, Huxley, Gilliam, & those are just the ones I am referencing here, but there’s many more.

Nowadays, there’s just no room for it I suppose, especially with AI taking over. Soon, there will only be writers that exist only inside the matrix, as actual writers like yours truly get weeded out & banished, exiled for being virtual thought criminals. It won’t just be writers though, & I have already seen articles talking about AI performing complex life-saving surgeries on humans. On those two facts alone, think about how vast the range is where AI can, & will, do human jobs. They can work 24/7, with no interruptions, nor any paycheck, so what do you think will happen when the tech becomes advanced enough to perform nearly all of the jobs that humans now do? Has anyone written a book about that? I guess if you collectively compiled all of my articles on my site here of me ranting about the soon-to-be dystopian present, I have. Of course, as I mentioned in some prior post, I have to print this all out into hard copy to save it forever, because if the power ever goes out, ALL of this is gone, just gone, & I’ll lose on my bet that I can establish with a carved-in-stone epitaph, the words, “I was here.” Until next time dear readers, what will you do, what mark will you leave to let the future know that you were here? Three little words, like three little birds, singing in the setting sun. So sayeth FisH™…🎏