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 of destructive greed,
that driving force of 2015’s global management,
is utterly Enormous.

The Greedsters have created a social environment that isolates and exploits human beings.
This travesty for a tribal being : we human beings, enslaved by hierarchy – this is not a human agenda.
This is the human equivalent of battery hens – and we tell ourselves we are so smart.

The materialists think themselves the smartest things in the universe.
because materialists think that they are the only intelligent form of life {ie, spiritually-dead}.

And these educated Twerps posture as Scientists, with pretensions to rigorous thinking,
whilst blythely disregarding the clues to forbidden knowledge,
reflexively disregarding proven techniques of accessing the second Attention,
of perceiving structures of dark {aetheric} matter - with direct awareness.

Materialists will not begin to think about this,
but they WILL spend a $Billion upgrading Cerne, into an Even Bigger “particle” Hammer,
in the curious faith that by examining the debris,
they can interpret the unThinkable,
the agglutinating force . . .

The great intellects of science and medicine cannot face the plague of mendacious stupidity
because they do not have adequate control of their mind.

They allow themselves to be impulsive – it’s only human [sickly smile]
Isn’t it ?

And by unexamined impulse, they leave their unthought fears and abhorrence well alone.

Not going there.
Absolutely not.
No. No. No.
Not my fear of the Devil.
Anything but that.

Cowards to the Core ?
or dumbly Living-Out the manipulation of cold-blooded parasites.?

Revulsion is the parasite’s feeling about the host breaking free.
The fear is theirs - of loss of easy food.

We are stronger – but know not how to use our Strength.
Not wanting to know about our strength is a footprint of our invisible enemies.

Footprints in the mind of a being that can build supersonic aircraft.
As an engineer, I understand the stupendous sophistication of technology in such an artifact.

I know how smart we can be, yet around me is human devastation.
Timid people, intimidated by an invisible thief.

Tolerating the safety nazis {Sieg Health!},
who dominate & intimidate we domesticated primates with fear-of-death.
Fear of the inevitable . . . How hollow a Pretext.

Yet we swallow their insulting regulations without protest,
as if freedom and self-reliance were merely a whimsical pipe-dream.

Abstract freedoms are being rendered meaningless by domineering bureaucrats.
Bureaucrats who are oblivious to the predatory agenda behind the dumbing-down of mankind,
yet are exploiting the bible-worshipper’s fear of death to cripple all of us with obedient timidity.
a Fear of Death, which pivots upon the subliminal knowledge that there is no Absolution.

Those who grovell for forgiveness, for escape from Jehovah’s flaming cruelty,
begging Jesus for a freebie moral purification, rather than do it themselves,
somehow sense that Death is merciless and final,
and they placatingly bend a cowardly knee to puritan paramilitary penalty-imposers
as if their very survival depended upon obedience.

Mankind – why accept such degrading ideas of personal worthlessness.?

Has your ability to think for yourself, to take response-ability for your own safety,
really been emasculated,? like a rubber pressure-ring slipped onto a spring lamb ?
Is corporatised sheepdom a sufficient destiny for a sovereign human being ?

Way things are going, it had better be sufficient – but the Cruxx shall not risk such a woolly destiny.
A Toltec destiny is where I am aimed, a destiny as an inorganic being in the Active Side of Eternity.

Who will join the sorcerers’ rebellion ?
Who will take ownership of their awareness, and live from the totality of their faculties,
choosing an adventure that flies beyond the disintegration of Death ?