Electromagneticuted Piracy

Claude Joseph Vernet

It would be a trip to sit in how it feels being someone who goes any direction anyone points with a single reassurance that it’s government guideline. I can’t remember when was I first alerted to the fact government is compositions of the small writings that we don’t read when we want to get over the contract with. The overall paternal image of some wise fatherly protectiveness was tainted long time ago by the sly authoritative players who power trips every first chance they get with anyone. Be it invading the personal space of a beautiful young girl, to open humiliation of someone in his/her own peers, or to exercise one’s diligence in stare down those who won’t wear a mask as if they are the brewer of viruses, whilst standing in the crowd, transmitting the new biotechnological hatred. Everyday I can find an example, and reason to be thankful, that I haven’t found enough audacities to do the wrong thing& humiliate my soul with the right reasons I can trick myself into becoming. Does that mean my sobriety will remain as simulations of artificial facts are out to blend into our realities as biological informative system? This is where I remember I was not aware until I was aware. However long this awareness last, the beauty, and eternality of all that is good, and righteous will have us all as witness. This in my conception, is how hope works. Not that we know a clear way forward, not that we can grip certainty to an outcome, not that we observe the dynamics of fucked-upness in the S&M power plays of psychological dynamics rigged as social appropriateness before our own eyes… but the miracle that we have survived centuries of such obvious distortions, and still we are seeing it unfold, both in ironic, and tragic beauty of luminous luck having an eye bruised by our own physicality as human beings.

The technological/informative advantages allow us sharing the data far faster& wider than any history we know of in our own lifespan, does that mean things are any worse than what it really was before any of us had a way of cognitively decipher all the undercurrents under power of words? What is the real process to dive deeply within ourselves and find the aspect within that isn’t sinking in the overwhelming weight of tides? Where is the actual system within ourselves? How long do we stay in the indecisiveness backed by future fears and past trauma? Do who we are, what skin colour we are, or what beliefs we have really come into such importance? Having witnessed how we can all betray one another in personal convictions of what we believe is true; we are all shell-shocked in just how fragile the terms& conditions of oneness really is, no matter how many times we declared it’s the very key that will solve all problems caused by ego fragilities we each battles with. Stagnations are pulled into the clear water we cultivated for external appease, we are asking ourselves questions all the time, what do we treasure, when we combat all that others prioritise? Can the true keeps of spirit be easily destroyed by false flags for battle? If so, what can be spiritually commenced, and conceived ultimately, given by highest force?

The glories and gores of victory play out it’s bloodthirsty faces in mankind throughout history. The need to destroy, the need to win, the need to be the righteous have served far more generations than the original meaning of faith itself. Will we fall under another lifelong spell of unconscious brutality through the ancient magik of blood rituals backed by newfound languages of biblical power? We got to ask ourselves… have we convinced ourselves to see thing as how it really is? Will our hearts flutter with the certainty of dynamic inhalation as loveborn, or beasts we were told, and trained to become? Fading between all metaphysical boundaries of configuring neurons, the signalling sparks of wonder firing into the space beyond constructed imaginations… I can’t help but taste an artificial flavour in my every thought, when our formless presences are led by emotions tied to a loveless god that demands for fractured attention to conduct prophecies written by people we’ve never met before, digest concoctions of unknown substance so our fears for death can be eased with new assurances “proven” by people we’ve met before, as science. The strange combination of naivety and faith to that which requires critical thinking is quite evidentially where the trains are running off tracks and we, as human beings, became the broken rails on our own detractions of ancient forests, disrespecting our own personas as eco activists with endless disposable masks… subject our consciences to a special blend of embarrassments that are easily activated by the next news that trigger us into another response.

The crusaders we became in the cybernetic web of mental sphere echo layers of past& future through the reverberating effects of minds& ripples of time, the bodies we are as containers of informative symbiotically sequence and merge subjectivity& objectivity by lull of superimpositions of the dynamic pulls we were shaped to being between all known& unknown. The pathways contract, and expand through states of pain and surrender, in spirals circuiting constricting beliefs& inactivated components undergoing transformations.

The self is always in a state of turning in and out of time, thoughts and emotions can be used as mirrors in the halls of dynamic maze, but the subjective slings of characteristics in dogma will inevitably surface in reactivity to the constant demands for leading catalysts whilst true essence of self bridge between the thought/mindful transformations. The self observations we acquire in comprehensive transparency gives a certain vulnerability that trigger mass into diverse states of emotional instabilities that no one explanation or resolution can solve. The cognitive capacity to the inevitable aftermath subdues personalised dissonances into intermittent internalisations of seeming conflicts, transmute fields of diverse oppositions for potential neutrality that stabilises certainties in pockets of practical knowledge that transpire in neurological carnivals of all unfathomable culture differentiations enabled by biotechnological interpretations of human brilliances. Can this be utilised by negative forces if the majority do not come into conscious awareness of how we behaves accord to one’s own subjective assumptions? That has been demonstrated by repeat rehearsals of apocalypses in different degrees, in just how susceptible human are to the chaos of superstition, or the selective power surges of gossip through informative components. How easy will we rise up as responsible pillars of individual awareness that seek no console from artificial productions in time? This in my current observation, is intimately curious, as my disposition is compositions of challenging contrasts, and I can detect a certain logical apathy to rise behind the extraordinary emotions that one has to internalise. Here I understand how my mind seeks the peace and escape of acceptance, where the severe conditions of reality is still overwhelmingly incoherent, yet glitching as interfered receptions from the network resulted in one’s own turning within. For no answer or direction in particular, just plug back into the infinite and let the artificial realities entertain the same old extremities as always.

The is a part of me never gave a shit about it all. The mean, self centred, seen the worst in mankind sort of ego anchor of a self I acquired as existence, who’s not necessary wrong in the unfeeling aspect, witnessing unstoppable tramped of our inherently diseased and misinformed madness. I relate this part of me with those likewise superiorities that are making decisions for the majority that they’ve decided to be far too ignorant to give consideration in mining the respect from one’s own ethical conception. I see how easily this cultivating logic have thrived whist spat bones of our previous generations out with distaste and completely lack of cohesion to one’s accordance in the becoming one’s very own demonic self. Do we idol or harvest the rewards in the seeming weakness of our own attachments to power, wealth, or lust. The readiness to abuse those that one conceived as incompetent or fragile seeps through every contempt we thrives, and buttering our self identities with. The rise of the external packages we are in comprehensible facades we wear may corrode our dedication to obtain the purity of coherence, or throw us into a disillusion turbulence that spin us into a special kind of monster, the probabilities of our inner fernests bashing spirit into shape is far more enchanting& bewildering than the blandness of thinking to cater reinstallations of mechanical minds. The good, bad, ugly in our own self assemblages may never be the sole focus for our attentiveness, but the impacts of our inner conceptions and how we proceed and carry a deathless being is the true theme watching ourselves paving the cracks of our own thinking, our build the constructs we guess, think, or make do with. How arrogant or educatable are our egos ties into that part of ourselves between now but beyond here. Will we love the destruction enough to forget our own capacity to anchor in the construct we know we carry, or do we project our weaknesses outwards in loops of thinking traps and cry at all inferior bodies of our own faithless& ignorant egos to establish a kind of superimposition that we can fool ourselves as solution? Ssst… what a tough one… do we have a choice, can we be forced into bodies of all that we fight against? We sure can, and it’s the decisions and behaviour here we will understand our own alchemy, our own angels, or demons. To use religions, segregations of beliefs, races, or mindsets as science for conquering tools to rule, is fact. We just might catch ourselves when we do it, with the thinking that trick us into the rightness of wrongs for upholding a world so loveless& and hopeless with daily contaminations of why this self must be distinguished from that trench of brutal mess out of a kind of lofty mightiness that we cannot distinguish from old daggers in hearts, or proceed the unclarified manifestations as ones who’re ready and able to churn the wheels of metaphysical balances.. The beast mode is imbedded in both glory, or gory compositions we have as a self. I suspect the multitudes in ways of combating the wild states of time bombs we were set to stand in as energetic spaces of uncertainties will make the coming construction very interesting. Pay our dues, and say our farewells, ready to be completely new, in each transformation we undergo.

r than any history we know of in our own lifespan, does that mean things are any worse than what it really was before any of us had a way of cognitively decipher all the undercurrents under power of words? What is the real process to dive deeply within ourselves and find the aspect within that isn’t sinking in the overwhelming weight of tides? Where is the actual system within ourselves? How long do we stay in the indecisiveness backed by future fears and past trauma? Do who we are, what skin colour we are, or what beliefs we have really come into such importance? Having witnessed how we can all betray one another in personal convictions of what we believe is true; we are all shell-shocked in just how fragile the terms& conditions of oneness really is, no matter how many times we declared it’s the very key that will solve all problems caused by ego fragilities we each battles with. Stagnations are pulled into the clear water we cultivated for external appease, we are asking ourselves questions all the time, what do we treasure, when we combat all that others prioritise? Can the true keeps of spirit be easily destroyed by false flags for battle? If so, what can be spiritually commenced, and conceived ultimately, given by highest force?

The glories and gores of victory play out it’s bloodthirsty faces in mankind throughout history. The need to destroy, the need to win, the need to be the righteous have served far more generations than the original meaning of faith itself. Will we fall under another lifelong spell of unconscious brutality through the ancient magik of blood rituals backed by newfound languages of biblical power? We got to ask ourselves… have we convinced ourselves to see thing as how it really is? Will our hearts flutter with the certainty of dynamic inhalation as loveborn, or beasts we were told, and trained to become? Fading between all metaphysical boundaries of configuring neurons, the signalling sparks of wonder firing into the space beyond constructed imaginations… I can’t help but taste an artificial flavour in my every thought, when our formless presences are led by emotions tied to a loveless god that demands for fractured attention to conduct prophecies written by people we’ve never met before, digest concoctions of unknown substance so our fears for death can be eased with new assurances “proven” by people we’ve met before, as science. The strange combination of naivety and faith to that which requires critical thinking is quite evidentially where the trains are running off tracks and we, as human beings, became the broken rails on our own detractions of ancient forests, disrespecting our own personas as eco activists with endless disposable masks… subject our consciences to a special blend of embarrassments that are easily activated by the next news that trigger us into another response.

The crusaders we became in the cybernetic web of mental sphere echo layers of past& future through the reverberating effects of minds& ripples of time, the bodies we are as containers of informative symbiotically sequence and merge subjectivity& objectivity by lull of superimpositions of the dynamic pulls we were shaped to being between all known& unknown. The pathways contract, and expand through states of pain and surrender, in spirals circuiting constricting beliefs& inactivated components undergoing transformations.

The self is always in a state of turning in and out of time, thoughts and emotions can be used as mirrors in the halls of dynamic maze, but the subjective slings of characteristics in dogma will inevitably surface in reactivity to the constant demands for leading catalysts whilst true essence of self bridge between the thought/mindful transformations. The self observations we acquire in comprehensive transparency gives a certain vulnerability that trigger mass into diverse states of emotional instabilities that no one explanation or resolution can solve. The cognitive capacity to the inevitable aftermath subdues personalised dissonances into intermittent internalisations of seeming conflicts, transmute fields of diverse oppositions for potential neutrality that stabilises certainties in pockets of practical knowledge that transpire in neurological carnivals of all unfathomable culture differentiations enabled by biotechnological interpretations of human brilliances. Can this be utilised by negative forces if the majority do not come into conscious awareness of how we behaves accord to one’s own subjective assumptions? That has been demonstrated by repeat rehearsals of apocalypses in different degrees, in just how susceptible human are to the chaos of superstition, or the selective power surges of gossip through informative components. How easy will we rise up as responsible pillars of individual awareness that seek no console from artificial productions in time? This in my current observation, is intimately curious, as my disposition is compositions of challenging contrasts, and I can detect a certain logical apathy to rise behind the extraordinary emotions that one has to internalise. Here I understand how my mind seeks the peace and escape of acceptance, where the severe conditions of reality is still overwhelmingly incoherent, yet glitching as interfered receptions from the network resulted in one’s own turning within. For no answer or direction in particular, just plug back into the infinite and let the artificial realities entertain the same old extremities as always.

The is a part of me never gave a shit about it all. The mean, self centred, seen the worst in mankind sort of ego anchor of a self I acquired as existence, who’s not necessary wrong in the unfeeling aspect, witnessing unstoppable tramped of our inherently diseased and misinformed madness. I relate this part of me with those likewise superiorities that are making decisions for the majority that they’ve decided to be far too ignorant to give consideration in mining the respect from one’s own ethical conception. I see how easily this cultivating logic have thrived whist spat bones of our previous generations out with distaste and completely lack of cohesion to one’s accordance in the becoming one’s very own demonic self. Do we idol or harvest the rewards in the seeming weakness of our own attachments to power, wealth, or lust. The readiness to abuse those that one conceived as incompetent or fragile seeps through every contempt we thrives, and buttering our self identities with. The rise of the external packages we are in comprehensible facades we wear may corrode our dedication to obtain the purity of coherence, or throw us into a disillusion turbulence that spin us into a special kind of monster, the probabilities of our inner fernests bashing spirit into shape is far more enchanting& bewildering than the blandness of thinking to cater reinstallations of mechanical minds. The good, bad, ugly in our own self assemblages may never be the sole focus for our attentiveness, but the impacts of our inner conceptions and how we proceed and carry a deathless being is the true theme watching ourselves paving the cracks of our own thinking, our build the constructs we guess, think, or make do with. How arrogant or educatable are our egos ties into that part of ourselves between now but beyond here. Will we love the destruction enough to forget our own capacity to anchor in the construct we know we carry, or do we project our weaknesses outwards in loops of thinking traps and cry at all inferior bodies of our own faithless& ignorant egos to establish a kind of superimposition that we can fool ourselves as solution? Ssst… what a tough one… do we have a choice, can we be forced into bodies of all that we fight against? We sure can, and it’s the decisions and behaviour here we will understand our own alchemy, our own angels, or demons. To use religions, segregations of beliefs, races, or mindsets as science for conquering tools to rule, is fact. We just might catch ourselves when we do it, with the thinking that trick us into the rightness of wrongs for upholding a world so loveless& and hopeless with daily contaminations of why this self must be distinguished from that trench of brutal mess out of a kind of lofty mightiness that we cannot distinguish from old daggers in hearts, or proceed the unclarified manifestations as ones who’re ready and able to churn the wheels of metaphysical balances.. The beast mode is imbedded in both glory, or gory compositions we have as a self. I suspect the multitudes in ways of combating the wild states of time bombs we were set to stand in as energetic spaces of uncertainties will make the coming construction very interesting. Pay our dues, and say our farewells, ready to be completely new, in each transformation we undergo.

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