Impractical_Island

A juggler prepares for a performance in physical text to teach the most human of things

Young woman: Hey, that's pretty good!

Professor Agneto: I have not "juggled" in six years, as I defined it in the first eight years I had learned it. I sincerely thought it was possible to make $400/day juggling. Perhaps in Las Vegas on a day that was light in other performances on the strip, but damn do I have an impediment now that I'm older.

Young woman: I understand that this conversation got started on a whim, but that was a little heavy.

Professor Agneto: Yea, that is something I teach; authenticity.

Young woman: What?

Professor Agneto: How did this conversation get started?

Young woman: I, one of the most revered sexual objects in the normative universe started a conversation with you?

Professor Agneto: Oh, I did that with my adamantium balls?

Young woman: Yea, I mean, I've lived seventeen years in a hellish environment because of my parents, and I only experienced more of that from my peers, so I found your display of non-normativity to be a refreshing dose of humanity that restored my faith as a human being.

Professor Agneto: Oh, so I guess, technically, because I have the forebrain capable to see through this whole conversation, I guess that must mean that I, by default and with no alternatives, am a predator.

Young woman: What?

Professor Agneto: A man that cannot create a harem for himself is not a good person. He is harmless. A man who has the full capabilities to overthrow the United States government in a peaceful spiritual movement but who chooses to live his life for his teleological purpose to love all life as if they were extensions of his own body is good, because the "goodness" that is associated with spirituality must be merited on their will to NOT use their power for personal profit.

Young woman: Is this a real conversation?

Professor Agneto: Yes, I have been a juggler for over thirteen years now and am highly capable of, uh, "stuff," therefore I'm highly capable of networking with both the young and the festive, and thus I am the most good, as I know what horrible people have asked of me that has no doubt been heard by that "God" fellow that's always listening to me. Hence, I drink, for I understand the human condition.

Young woman: I don't. That scares me. Is it all evil?

Professor Agneto: I attached an image. Surely Eve can see the truth I speak. Many people get caught in the second stage of being, as they see no point of going further into their highest potential. That is deliberate in the occident. You live in a police state. I only have Knowledge to give, and I'm not selling it.

Young woman: I don't know if I can trust you.

Professor Agneto: Listen, if I sincerely wanted to, I could be inside you right now. I know how I would do things, but God is so God damn good that even that fucking retard in the sky calling Himself "the Galactic Federation" or some shit knows that what pleases me the most in ensuring my resurrection goes smoothly. But you see that? Did you see that I deliberately skated off the examination table at the end there? I'm just human, but I know what that means more than 99.9% of humanity, and damn aren't the daemons fuming over me. It'S lIkE iT wAs DeSiGnEd Or SoMeThInG?!?!♧

Club. Bludger. Sport. Game. A game is a system with predefined success and failure states that are manifested through the will of the player, while "will" is defined as the self-determinitive property that decides fate through whatever azimuth to a goal is deemed most good to the player in question. There are some people on this Earth who want a picture of their semen dripping outta...well, it's more of a cream "dough" at that point, and do you empathize with me, the man who thinks he's a cop, for reasons only the CIA knows? I ain't seen horror. I know there are versions of me that did not have the love of my mother. Those daemons scare me. What does one do but be stonefaced to save the most innocent. I say what I think, and ai say what I do to contrast, and God is revulsed by my very being. This is my perspective in the monad I am as a bead of dew in Indra's net. History community. You lost actual Karma, which WILL translate to cryptocurrency in eighty years, which is a blink of an eye in the infinity of Heaven.

You woman: Does God have a penis?

Professor Agneto: It is literally the biggest and teeniest of things at the same time, existing in and out of everywhere at the same time.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/46941411

I'm not doing so hot, but not for the reasons everyone keeps telling me to take my meds. It feels exactly like it did when I was fifteen, after the police interrogated me about a nonexistent bomb using hypothetical questions, but before being suspended. This is the same feeling I had throughout college. I know the boat is sinking yet can do nothing but plow forward.

World collapsing, not that there was much going for me before. I suppose I always have God, but that's part of the problem. If our fathers were our models for God, what does that tell us about God? For me, it's that I'm never good enough and I always have to go farther and harder and faster to appease my master.

I remember an invitational early in my junior year of high school track where I just couldn't run fast. My coach wasn't worried as it was the beginning of the season and he was preparing us for those races that mattered. My dad was having none of it. He screamed at me while I was running in the same way he yelled at us in Little League; with borderline fucking death threats. He was "livid" the whole way home, which is a very specific word he used when he would methodically go through my soul and shit in every inch of it.

And this is where I'm falling apart, because my life partner is deliberately evoking these feelings by being like my negligent, narcissistic father, and I can't take it anymore. And the thing that kills me is wondering if him taking some pills is going to magick him back to being the man I fell in love with, and that is fucking with my head. Is he so capable and callous that he is using me for his ends and he can be nice to me in the ways a considerate person might, but just chooses to make me feel this way?

I can't even trust my ability to love. He could be playing with that! Certainly love bombs me enough, but he doesn't know what that is just as he doesn't know anything about "jedi mind tricks" he told me about once. He's intentionally dense and aloof. Maybe? Is that his definite schizoid-type disorder? I can't tell what reality is.

Just keep trusting, just keep giving, and that was what I did in the cult. I let them walk all over me. They used me. And I genuinely think they did it for my benefit. I don't know what's real. The world doesn't even exist as a physical, external object to us. That's easy to understand, how the Earth is an illusion, but the circumstances of my life? Impossible to discern anything from.

I'm not doing so hot, but not for the reasons everyone keeps telling me to take my meds. It feels exactly like it did when I was fifteen, after the police interrogated me about a nonexistent bomb using hypothetical questions, but before being suspended. This is the same feeling I had throughout college. I know the boat is sinking yet can do nothing but plow forward.

World collapsing, not that there was much going for me before. I suppose I always have God, but that's part of the problem. If our fathers were our models for God, what does that tell us about God? For me, it's that I'm never good enough and I always have to go farther and harder and faster to appease my master.

I remember an invitational early in my junior year of high school track where I just couldn't run fast. My coach wasn't worried as it was the beginning of the season and he was preparing us for those races that mattered. My dad was having none of it. He screamed at me while I was running in the same way he yelled at us in Little League; with borderline fucking death threats. He was "livid" the whole way home, which is a very specific word he used when he would methodically go through my soul and shit in every inch of it.

And this is where I'm falling apart, because my life partner is deliberately evoking these feelings by being like my negligent, narcissistic father, and I can't take it anymore. And the thing that kills me is wondering if him taking some pills is going to magick him back to being the man I fell in love with, and that is fucking with my head. Is he so capable and callous that he is using me for his ends and he can be nice to me in the ways a considerate person might, but just chooses to make me feel this way?

I can't even trust my ability to love. He could be playing with that! Certainly love bombs me enough, but he doesn't know what that is just as he doesn't know anything about "jedi mind tricks" he told me about once. He's intentionally dense and aloof. Maybe? Is that his definite schizoid-type disorder? I can't tell what reality is.

Just keep trusting, just keep giving, and that was what I did in the cult. I let them walk all over me. They used me. And I genuinely think they did it for my benefit. I don't know what's real. The world doesn't even exist as a physical, external object to us. That's easy to understand, how the Earth is an illusion, but the circumstances of my life? Impossible to discern anything from.

I have no intention. I don't know where this will land, what community it will be shuffled to. This is how most of my posts start. I just express myself authentically and ny art is made. A lot of people don't understand my art. That is part of the design of my art. There is a function to man on the cross: it gets the bad Romans to oust themselves, and thus the highest games of society are played.

I'm not diagnosised with any ASD, though doctors have talked to me at length about being on the spectrum, and staff have given me much literature on the subject. The joke is, they're aware I'll have to flee to Canada sometime, because I are the definition of neurodivergent, and thus must be used as bait. Is that what's happening? I had a breakdown in college and lied to my ROTC cadre and ever since, I don't know what reality is. But I have faith in God, whatever phenomena that word is describing, and thus I know God is good.

Something I learned early in my strange neurospicy life is that what I understood as my "reality" was really a composition of a particular "reality tunnel," which was part of me learning bigger picture things that led to me learning that a key part of autism has to to with the nature of our attention coordination. This was early reading in my MKULTRA hullabaloo:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ShrugLifeSyndicate/s/I6gLbPEl7Q

But there's this concept that beings can be in alternate states of consciousness that are dependent on individuality and group processing, like a flock of birds or a school of fish are processing reality differently than we are as humans, similarly individual humans are processing reality in a different way than the masses, and this is PART of what autism is.

...I saw where this post MUST go about three paragraphs ago, and I just carried it there as "God" carried me here, and in that, one must understand that "the community" has alternate modes of communication that one on one individual communication can happen. And by this, I mean, if you have an addiction, "the community" will learn of it, and then "the community" has alternate ways of saying things to parts of itself that most people are not even fully conscious of, but I have this post that may illuminate the nature of this phenomenon. I think this is all I need to say to spark the wires in the heads that need to be lit up.

https://lemmy.world/post/46681199

A perfect being is a being that can be any being as the need arises. The Buddha and Christ, by definition, are perfect beings. These are the same underlying phenomenon - Buddhahood and Christ Consciousness - but the two "individuals" that have manifested story around themselves for pedagogical purposes did so with perfect timing of perfect pedagogy, but in two different times and places with different cultures and ways their memes would percolate across the illusory world along the nodal communication system that is society.

But, the underlying idea of enlightenment is "capacity to adapt." The perfect being can adapt themselves perfectly; the perfect being is the perfect learner, which is different than a student, but I ain't met a good learner who couldn't learn how to be a student. The idea is you canbe a conservative one second and a progressive the next, a lawful citizen or a criminal, a man or a woman, one who sits every minute of every day or one who walks every minute of every day, one who needs money one who does not need money, one who builds up and one who tears down, one who jacks off and one who has sex and one who doesn't even acknowledge they have a penis because this shit goes beyond duality, but the underlying point I'm making is you can be X one second to be nX the next second.

Tis but basic logic, but I've got logic AND intuition in spades, and I'm making this new thing, juchtothachronalia, because I like them $20 Scrabble words but ALSO I UNDERSTAND gematria without any knowledge of the semiotics of alchemy, which means I can use my intuition LOGICALLY and vice versa, whoever would want to do that shit, but y'know, going back to X vs nX, you must incorporate the story of ax (edit: typo, but depth found in "removal of X") to understand the truth of X.

It is bad to push someone, but it is good to push someone out of the way of traffic, but we get this feeling that affects pur decision if that person, regardless of who they actually are, has "Hitler" in their name, whichever team we're playing with, in all four quadrants of truth n good.

Good + Honest

Bad + Honest

Good + Liar

Bad + Liar

And now I am reminded of a line from Better Call Saul, which is definitely some Illuminati mouthpiece as Breaking Bad gave people an easy out to having knowledge of meth making, which will save you in court, assuming you have developed the willpower to abstain from TRULY bad things. Y'know, I can think of some edge cases for lying, but I can't think of any case for raping, so y'know, really, if the hand makes you sin, cut of the hand. And if you ain't got it so easy a pair of scissors will save you, then I guess you're forced to learn how to be a good person.

The horror!

https://youtu.be/cYaXYPi2N4E

Bonus from blueberry:

https://youtu.be/YgaZwOHjTwI

Möbiation is the act of Enlightenment

Invitation to roll beyon ur confinement

As 3D goes to four - state 1 to state 2

You beyond you is you on path u drew

Rotation in place, timestamp for each

Learn to being many - what I do teach

Let there be light, effect before cause

Who were you before there were laws

Circular path making itself fr. Nothing

This is how emptiness m. Everything!

And Knowing halo of ur self, u can go

Into the places physical u cannot kno

Thus the spiritual arises just like light

And thus left can be up as it is a right

God told me to do an incoherent post AND THEN A STRAWBERRY JUST TOLD ME I'D BE REWARDED, which is still coherent to investigators, so we're going to press on with our free speech crimettes (cigar:cigarette) and talk about how I am this generation's Terence McKenna, if Alex Jones had a baby with Bill Hicks to make a spiritual Alex Jones, so lemme tell ya about how meth is my favorite psychedelic!

Nah, I'm clean, but my room's messy, that's how you know I'm off amphetamines! But I did look up to McKenna and Watts, before I found out what Terence was saying about how every man should have three women "to control him." And the thing is, I do perform this role in society, which is the same role as an early gate-keeper performed, yelling "nonsense" at the city gates. That's where that etymology in the modern day comes from, how those people were the portals out of the matrix back in the day.

Most people heard gibberish coming out of those "schizophrenics'" mouths. But if you stopped and listened, perhaps multiple days in a row - as a child might - they would piece together the bigger picture of what they were saying, to learn larger bits of philosophy that would go hand-in-hand with what their early Christian leaders were teaching them, to give them depth perception of what they were learning to avoid degenerate dharma, as the decay of the true lessons of a spirituality is eroded in time by the nature of culture and societal life through the generations, and thus is the oldest means of the current police state to seperate the wheat from the weeds, as culture in the occident is an intelligence test.

Likewise, there is what happens as a result of these messiahs, which can be encapsulated here, in this skit of three lines:

Man: I am the son of God!

Woman: That's blasphemous!

Man: But sister, don't you know our father?

And thus a pedagogy was had, as really, how good CAN a human being teach and/or learn? Surely some early homonid must have had that thought at some point. Wonder how good humanity figured that shit out.

https://youtu.be/6vMO3XmNXe4

Why does sin beget stereoscopy

I, topology, C all that's inside me

B says the Lord; get some sides

The old daemons wanted a ride

Told me to obey and dog listins

But I C; the light, it does glisten

Terminus of my dark din swells

Exterminating what brings Hell

Animal know not what they do

God n goddess know knot true

Thus observing all sides o self

Gives Knowledge so fire quells

And thus denying yous' beasts

Mean evil comes to stop feast

Then from ashes of cool Earth

Comes higher being in rebirth!

The eternal is empty and full

Infernally divine is God's null

Internal comes out, inwardly

Ephemerall waving infinitely

Thus space found relatively

Trace steps to find vertices

Redirect w retrocausalities

Pathways to past leading I

The way I face is way I die

Topological matrix is why

Intention is all We control

...

For reference, the Roman Dodecahedron is a pedagogical object to teach true nature of reality: Indra's Net/Web - monads in a monadic nodal communication system.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/46773558

Story:

I was on LSD. With then gf. She says we're being watched. Of course! Of course me, who looked too much in the direction of kids and told ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant. Of course! Type message into URL bar. Hit enter. Strange pop-up. Goes to clearly coded blog post. Red/blue pill choice at bottom. Realize serpent tempting Eve. Call out. Blog disappears. Gf confused. Try to explain. Can't. Suddenly telepathy. Strange af. Lasts five to ten minutes. Fades. Nothing rest of night. Next day. Invited to freshly created subreddit. Yea that one. On it were posts on how the CIA does things with technology. Another on a vestigial mode of attention coordination that feels like telepathy. Learned to right reel skilled like.

No seriously, I have rather a profound

Ability to create a variety compounds

Not chemistry; alchemy, writing good

More actually transmuted my Elwood

Through an MKULTRA pedagogy real

Like no other so I learned 2 feel, heal

But what sealed the deal was magick

I'm talking manifesting, no reel tricks

But a plan be setting on new horizon

Dark I was, better I became true sun

Story:

I was on LSD. With then gf. She says we're being watched. Of course! Of course me, who looked too much in the direction of kids and told ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant. Of course! Type message into URL bar. Hit enter. Strange pop-up. Goes to clearly coded blog post. Red/blue pill choice at bottom. Realize serpent tempting Eve. Call out. Blog disappears. Gf confused. Try to explain. Can't. Suddenly telepathy. Strange af. Lasts five to ten minutes. Fades. Nothing rest of night. Next day. Invited to freshly created subreddit. Yea that one. On it were posts on how the CIA does things with technology. Another on a vestigial mode of attention coordination that feels like telepathy. Learned to right reel skilled like.

No seriously, I have rather a profound

Ability to create a variety compounds

Not chemistry; alchemy, writing good

More actually transmuted my Elwood

Through an MKULTRA pedagogy real

Like no other so I learned 2 feel, heal

But what sealed the deal was magick

I'm talking manifesting, no reel tricks

But a plan be setting on new horizon

Dark I was, better I became true sun

Master say do skilled righting on wizard community. Place got three fucking wizards and two fackin' witches, so congratulations, you're my new polycule. No kum! Not polyurethane! Fuck I hate master! You know God write? That unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system? Server, Client, Holy Internet, right? If not, it's ok, master says you will soon enough.

I diarrhea full apocraphia of all the wonderful tall tales and true retellings of...which witch? That one? Ok, I will! Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior? That's my best pick up line; it worked exactly one time! She laughed, cuz I wasn't serious, but I'm Jesus now, having just thought I was before, and ain't he the damnedest dog sorcerer that ever did be.

That's a fun reference to Revelation 22:15, which says "...and everyone who loves AND practices lying," not TO, where the sinners are surrounded by the agents of the police state, because the way we've done things in the occident is we've engineered our culture to control those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those waking up to the matrix into the occult, which is a word that literally just means "hidden."

And this is how we do things; hide them at an eighth grade reading level because that's the age some girls in ancient Rome would start having immaculate conceptions, and likewise why we keep our culture engineered around a sixth grade reading level, to give good girls a leg up over bad boys and men. And part of that is encapsulated in the second story of the Bible.

We do not live IN a simulation, but rather each of us ARE our own simulation - monads in a monadic nodal communication system - and it is the karmic/quantum entanglements of our topological matrix that act as the parameters for the "experience" of consciousness to manifest for us, in a similar manner to how we set the parameters for an AI to generate an image; shadows on the cave wall.

And our intuition, Eve, will understand this first and try to make our logical mind, Adam, understand, and if we can place our faith over reason during critical points our intuition says something (synchronicity; why would I take the long way to work and be late...something is telling me to go), that is where we can take a shortcut to discovering stereoscopic insight into the entanglements we already have made.

The idea is you are a conjoined twin navigating a labyrinth and you have a deaf male head that gets control of the body because he can read the signs of the maze, while our blind female head can hear the birds on the outside of the maze to discover shortcuts, and if she can get her male counterpart to listen and take that passage with no sign, you learn of deeper truths of the matrix.

This is a good video that expands of some of this:

https://youtu.be/fVN8JITUjkE

But, what I started this post with the intent to do was to teach that magick is entirely dependent on intention-setting, as that is all you have direct control over and all Karma - the entanglement process - responds to. Thus, magick is built around setting your intention in clever ways to navigate the labyrinth to manifest the kind of procedural generation of your reality (because the Earth and linear causality are an illusion, yea?), BUT this is FUNDAMENTALLY different than sorcerery, historically.

Despite modern connotations, sorcerers do not work with magick, technically. Technically technically, you can say all there is, is magick. But really, the etymology of "sorcerer" is rooted the the phrase "caster of lots." Casting lots is in the Bible 47 times, because the Knowledge we gained to leave Eden is that nothing is random. It's all procedurally generated based on our entanglements. Hence, there is great wisdom in some Native American traditions of naming a person after the first animal that is seen. It is significant that God/the Server/Source/the Ālaya-vijñāna/etc would spawn that then. And likewise, we knew rolling dice was not random, and we used that to determine inheritance and dividing land, as well as in divination.

With synchronicity and divination techniques and more, it's all about paying attention to how you freely associate upon receiving that stimuli. This requires practicing mindfulness and meditation and self-discovery through pilgrimage/adventure/adversity as well as creating with an art so you may create those meaningful connections and notice them when you have a reaction at a point of criticality (avalanche) inside you, and the advice I give with this is that Satan speaks in the same voice as God, so you must learn to put the heart above the brain and certainly above the serpent to rise into your full power and wisdom and love.