Not entirely surprised to find the participants in the psychforum
are reading my posts, but offering no response.

so many seem Unable to conceive an appropriate response,
mutely legless for innovating a positive development of themes postulated.

This mute bewilderment is a pervasive weakness in the contemporary intellect ;
fixated, as it is, in the tramtracks of routine self-obsession.

But that is certainly Not True of the pungently brilliant *mod edit*.
Neither mute nor bewildered, he, who so unusually shares my perception of morality,
has stonewalled my offer of collaboration.

Suspicion and Cynicism come to mind as hypothetical explanations,
and his [?] social experiences give solid grounds for such a defence.

But underlying those dismissive defensive mechanisms . . . a contradiction.?
A contradiction that I defy, using the ancient seer’s technique of “controlled folly”.

For me, innocence is a boon to my enjoyment of life.
Not something to sneeze away, if one knows the nurturing value of happiness.
{sounds of distant sneezing}

Innocence is not merely naëvity and ignorance ; innocence is the catalyst to an open mind.
One of the meaningful paradoxes that have enriched my life.
Innocent and innovate – how curious that they are semantically related.

To hold a world-weary expectation of interpersonal betrayal is prudent, but melancholy.

To be aware of the horrible morality of the times,
yet defiantly innocent within ugly circumstance
is a form of controlled folly.

Choosing an impeccable folly, rather than a reasonable folly.

Why not ? Reasonable follies are what you all are complaining about.
You know it’s absurd, your reasonable folly,
but are nevertheless unable to step away from
accommodating the Ugliness.

I defy the ugliness – Big Difference.

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Futility is corrosive, which explains how my happiness is increased by remote solitude.
I refuse to spend my energy, my creativity on futile activities.
Futility is an energetic expense that I refuse to squander my motivating ideals upon.

I am not composing essays for the psychforum to vent bewilderment or seek co-miseration,
but to share my victories over the stupidity of socialisation, that endless ugly peer-pressure,
so that others may benefit from my hard-won insights.

Sadly, it seems the mental soil of *mod edit* is as barren as elsewhere.
Despite the urgency of their need of a way out of painful bewilderment
the forum participants are staying away from engagement with my disclosures in silent droves.
Magickally uninterested in what works for a fellow-traveller in a world of irrational dissonance.

Rather peculiar, don’t you reckon, that my offer of solutions to emotional pain
is treated with silence.
A silence that tells us what ?

Oh yes, silences can be read, and silences can be interpreted.
Not a great leap, to notice the threads around a silence.
A handy skill, if you dislike being robbed . . .

I am puzzled, that even the incisive intellect of *mod edit* is silent
at the prospect of escape from the tormented prison of futility.

This un-posted silence is living evidence that everybody is cowering from Forbidden Knowledge,
afraid of the cruelties that the mudshadows impose upon the defenders of mankind.
{see “The Active Side of Infinity}

Saddened, too, to see such a rare opportunity,
a forum peopled by those who imply they are looking for answers
sincere, yet driven by some dark impulse to Don’t-Go-There . . .
. . . that heartlessly sabotages the synergy
of collaboration between men.

I can catch and kill these parasites, these impulse-tyrants.
Shredded one today - first in months.
But I cannot overthrow all of them alone.

It takes more strength than I possess to change our energetic environment
Locally, yes, to some extent.
But the momentum...

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When anybody assumes that I'm mad [usually after I say something they've never thought before],
it is entirely reasonable to draw the conclusion that their noxious misunderstanding
is an example of Freud's projection.

Funnily enough, it takes little time in my company for literally EVERYBODY
to hear something they've never thought before.

That's because I am a shameless innovator, habitually looking for paradox and discrepancy.
and unHoly Proud of my extra-ordinary achievements. {Rasberries}.

By exploring ourselves, we come to own a bigger and more definite sense of our identity.
I think many who feel troubled are merely stuck in some mental habit about themselves.

I have lived an adventurous life,
not by deliberately choosing ordeals like climbing to mountain peaks,
but mysteriously, by ever-yearning for Novelty.

And novelty has obliged by dropping me in the deep end of I-Know-Not-What,
again and again . . . pretty-much the moment I get the new view worked out.

Sometimes a new subject is in itself an ordeal,
like I did a Bachelor of Engineering, starting at age 30,
innocently not-knowing that 80% of the curriculum is Applied Mathematics.

I have long had an antipathy to the whiteman mathematic
{I admit that it sometimes brings an excellent outcome},
but for someone who models the world from the 2nd Attention,
for most of my practical applications, mathematics is a tedious and uncertain method of reasoning.

To get that Engineering education I wanted,
which was to form a foundation for my ambition
to begin human migration to a new country, the High Frontier,
to live in earthlike habitats in space, with self-regulating independent communities.

One attraction being that when dwelling in an O'Neil Cylinder,
communities of like mind can live in a social framework
that is tailored to nurture their special interest.

Being outside Earth's gravity-well has a profound effect on consciousness.
Robert Anton Wilson leaked the dynamite information that part of training as an astronaught
involves sessions with the dissociative anaesthetic, Ketamine,
so they can learn to function while literally spaced-out.
{See his encyclopaedic "Cosmic Trigger : Final Secret of the Illuminati"}

An outstanding piece of innovation by Gerard K O'Neil
that has been curiously ignored by public intellectuals, politics and corporate opportunism.

Back then, I reasoned that it would be engineers that make it happen {it's that kind of task}
so I sweated blood to work with this foreign language of mathematical thinking,
while in parallel modelling the concepts in their abstract relationships the way I usually do.

An ordeal of mental work that had me working myself to exhaustion 6 days a week
just to keep up with the curriculum.

What the Toltec call "Silent Knowledge" has been in my range of awareness far back as I remember,
and for me, that kind of insight is the muse of the Inventor.

When at age 8, I advised my father of my vocation, to be in inventor,
his immediate reply was "Don't be silly, there's no such thing anymore."
Thanks dad. The reflexes of an article-hole, and the mind of a cockroach.

Curious thing ; After 10 years of experience in a variety of engineering workplaces,
the arduous career of project engineer evaporated.

Globalisation had come visiting, and with it, cheap labour in China.
Why manufacture locally,? when you can have 10 times the Profit Margin by importing.?

Self-sufficiency and Excellence are nothing, compared to profit margin.
. . . . . . . [Capitalist article of faith #1.]
End of career.

Start again. New ordeal.

Somehow, the next phase on the warriors' path was to fulfill
an intent I had previously formed whilst a paramedic.
I "discovered" a talent for healing, which sounds harmless enough.

But it soon brought me into conflict within a different workplace.
In healing, the attacks...

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Have read a bunch of posts, and offered my perspective where it has relevance
Not much engagement in replies, strangely enough.
Like nobody is willing to actively explore my spacious Reality Map.
{with notable private exceptions – and a resilient public artist of goodwill, the sweet Riccola}.

Like ordinary people, the bewildered have no stomach for getting off their mental tramtracks.
That is how I’m interpreting the threads here.

What I am disclosing is like a teabag,
steeping quietly in the cherrypicker's Too-Hard Cup
of bitter-flavoured truthfulness.

This is the crux : the postings on this forum are focussed on our Mind’s Discomfort.
To think the insight is Too-Horrible-to-be-True = Error
. . . : the tramtracks of habit are what hold you in Discomfort.

An interesting Subject, a juicy lead for our motivated Detective Work.

STOP.
That reflex-thought you just had . . .
What is its mood.? Where is it pushing you ?
Back onto the tramtracks ? regardless of Who you Are. ?

No wonder you grieve about your wretched lives, your wounded pride.

Mental TramTracks restraining us from matters of grave importance . . .
. . . an insult to our toughness and humanhood.

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In a dynamic universe, we humans are unNaturally Fixated
in an obsession so intense, so demanding
that nobody can grasp and measure an unFamiliar idea for its CorrecTness

Not to make Too-Fine-a-Point of It,
the whole of mankind is mentally crippled by a secretive mind parasite . . . This is Not a Joke.
Not a futile Game.

To break free of Doctrine, by silencing the chatterbox that hoggs your AttenTion . . .
is it asking too much ? from us Desperados-of-Discomfort ?

Do you trust your seeming-self to be on Your side – as is the spirit mind. ?

but Consider : your thinkbox is manipulating you . . .
. . . observe, collect evidence, assess.
Decide this issue on your own research.

Don’t agree Today.
Way too pivotal a subject, to decide it on mere Faith, a momentary impression.

If my assessment of available evidence is correct, this is an issue of Life-and-Death consequence.

I may be wrong on this, but my investigation shows that the source of our pain and fear
is coming from the Outside. {which is good news = easier to fix}

Pain and dysOrientation - imposed by a predator that feeds on emotion ?
An “intelligent” [ie adaptive] Predator ?
holding influence over our thoughts and perceptions . . .

Memories and emotions bubble to the surface, steering our mood into dark korners.

Your Sincere Wishes have precious-little influence on what is remembered ?
Little influence on the gloomy mood and compulsive self-criticism.
Have I got it right ? this description of the “Internal-Dialogue” ?
and its Destination ?

The internal-dialogue steers our Mood !
This is a fact to keep in mind, as you face the time-river of events.

Facing events - Not as a complaining slow-drowning Luvvie -
but as a Ready-For-Anything biting, gouging, ferocious Warrior.
“Mess with me, and win a memorable Life-Experience – might be your Last. Grrr”.

Thereby putting a price on Stealing your Life-Energy.
Setting a price of HIGH RisK . . . discourages cowardly opportunists.
These things of which I speak are parasites. Not warriors.

Cowardice is a great weakness in them, the MudShadows, which I verified by experience.
Brawling with their Food is not to their taste.

So I morphed into a Beserker Restaurant . . . Come and get it, ArticleHole !
The past few years, the parasites take their meals elsewhere. Heheheh. Grin.

That cowardly weakness {of Desiring Docile Food} is the motive for their Secrecy,
is why they blindside the minds of mankind – with the parasite’s own fearful cowardice -
with strategic manipulation and Forbidden Knowledge.

The people visiting this forum are subliminally aware that their Self is disrupted.
Have ...

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As an accomplished Perspectiveer, I came to think an unusual thought . . .
Maybe, other decent and innovative people are similarly misconstrued as schizophrenic.

Maybe, in a forum of schizophrenics, somebody might notice that I know whereof I speak,
notice that my postings can clarify understanding of common follies.

So, I'm giving you a look at myself, in the logic that maybe here are kindred spirits,
whereas the supposedly-spiritual, supposedly normal [ie supposedly sane],
cannot so litttle as to get onto the same page.

The old way, of considering before reply, is gone.

Innovating an artful and constructive reply to a disclosure is shouted into submission
by domineering religioneers who insist on their belief, and talk in worn-oute cliché . . .
and who wish a pox on independent research.

Gaps of silence are unwelcome among those who are wanting to be praised.

The whiteman belief that conversation is held aloft by a stream of opinions is primitive.
Real conversation is conveyed in meaning, in ramifications and a developing perspective.
Somehow, meaning has been bleached out of our daily treadmill.

How is the loss of nuanced meaning occurring ? Important question.
Strategic question.

As an Engineer, my reflex is to engage with any problem, hunting innovation.
Not appreciated by the unTalented Conformist, though . . .
Innovation makes them look idle shyte by comparison, which is what they do – Compare.

Self-obsession has only one external reference – the other humans they encounter.
So they compare themselves {no matter they are demented – denial takes care of that. NoT. }

An articulate person who does not submit to being handled, who forcefully refutes nonsense,
is an Alarming event in their “Ruler of all they Survey” phallus-wagging phantasy.

a Soap-Opera-Crisis, but no thinkable cause - only an aggravated Cruxx, glaring.
What was his Meaning ?

Panick beckons with desperate Lust.
Mental meltdown.

Oh dear, did Cruxx say something stupid ?
Or merely meaningful ?

Re-assembling their disintegrated beliefs, the bully re-Assures themSelf . . .
. . . Cruxx must be mad, to have caused such a fearful alarm.
No other explanation required.

Assuming Cruxx mad . . . pisses-upon their opportunity to grasp an insight.
Nothing to understand in madness, and thus is Cruxx's meaning dishonestly erased
from their shonky reality map.

So imPossible to find a proper Conversation.
Let alone a job to fulfill Cruxx Talent . . . {laughter}

Even mediocre jobs die of political poisoning,
in a rat-race of dog-eat-dog corporate character-assassins.

Society spat me out.
And I bounced . . .

Have come to understand that [at least in my own case]
my direct and meticulous character is triggered
by the poisonous way whiteman treats Others.

My first week in Kindergarten, a pivotal decision was formed :
1) these children are barbarians : no way am I going to behave like them.
2) I am of a different species [truly, I worried about being X-Rayed]
As though, from before arrival on planet Earth, I already was sophisticated & Knowledge-able.

An invisible identity from my somewhat-inscrutable past, from my spiritual heritage,
steppps uncertainly into the maelstrom of agression and emotional madness
that typically underlies whiteman posturings of politeness & agree-ability.

Ever since, I am on guard against the beliefs of those around me.
This is not mental illness !

Those who invest in conformity choose to assume that I am mad
because they cannot reach my perspective.

With that assumption, they Choose to dismiss me as irRelevant.
Sealing off the possibility of a Bonanza of new understanding,
the fruits from 60 years of diligent research and development.

I was born an Engineer [a multi-discipline applied science], with corresponding abilities.
The teachers hated me at school ;
I wordlessly refused to swallow my doses of socialisation.
Deliberately failed subjects unworthy of learning - subjects I could have blitzed.
Even at 6yo, I passionately distinguished between propaganda and reality.

And my bewildered fellow-prisoners [oops, students] feared me,
because I could open hidden doors in their thinking.
Ugly doors, because bullies are ugly people.

Instead of socialising with boring youngsters, I read.
Tried every subject, looking for ways to make sense of the ordered vacuous-ness
that pervades all the humans I meet.

Eventually, I did find ways of making sense of circumstance,
but it was a long haul to get to where I now can disclose useful observations.

One reason it took so long to have confidence in my Reality Map
is that it differs profoundly from the consensus.

For me, that is a very good thing – because the consensus is Ugly-Wrong.
It also means that my journey into Knowledge was Adam’s Forbidden Fruit.

We humans all share similar potential, the potential innate to sprogs of our anonymous Creator.

But most are sabotaged by socialisation, by learned Stupidities - like Deceit.
Deception injures every thing it touches, it corrodes community, yet it is pervasive . . .
Tolerated by the Timid,
and exploited by those that lust for power over thee and me.

Whiteman has based their Reality Map on deception,
and they maintain the deception with dishonest {devout} conformity.
They care only superficially for the truth, ignoring the abundance of CLueS to Reality.

Instead of being humble enough to consider a different view,
whiteman insist on their right to have their opinions dominate every encounter.

Ideological-Bullying defines what whiteman does.

The book, “Indians in Overalls”, from a 1920s anthropologist, quotes an Injun Elder
“Whiteman are all spiritually dead - they think Everything is dead.”

A shocking thought, at first. But it stands up to scrutiny surprisingly well.
And it has implications . . .

We-the-Tormented are partially aware of the realm perceived by the 2nd Attention.
The torment comes from our frustrated Spirit Self – trying to wake us up.

We should live in accord with our Spirit, but are brainwashed into ignoring it . . .

Brainwashed into conforming with the whiteman's toxic meme :
“Ours Is The One Right Way For People To Live, And Everyone Should Live Like Us”
{this gem of insight was disclosed in Daniel Quinn’s interesting book “Beyond Civilisation”}
When the spirit-half gives up, and goes walkabout, the body still walks and talks = Spiritually Dead.

So, your Spirit-half is still punishing the body-half for its disobedient stupidity,
This punishment is the essence of what bothers the peo...

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