Hi Cledwyn,
I love your writing.
So eloquent, so reasoned, so persuasive.
Truly, nobody does it better than Cledwyn.
I agree with so much of what you say, that it delights me to read your thoughts.
Confirmation of one's perception happens so rarely in my life,
so it has a very poignant meaning to me to find a somewhat-like mind.
Thank you for sharing your insights, and for making them so poetic.
You blow the doors off Leonard Cohen, man.
Being a lifelong Contrary, my offering in reply must needs be to identify areas of looseness.
It is something I have grown into, against great adversity . . . universally disliked for what I am.
To do the work thaat seems to be my destiny,
it is necessary to adopt specific characteristics of character and behaviour.
By earthling standards, I am really weird.
But without my fierce defiance of being manipulated and deceived
it would have been too difficult to defy the abstract manipulation and deceits
that trouble visitors to this forum.
I am obsessive about the truth, and it drives people nuts.
No matter how I smooth it over with artful courtesy
people are shocked by the degree of dissonance behind the niceties.
Reckon this is due to subliminal communication.
I’ve spent a lifetime learning how to read the invisible world of ideas,
and, in every encounter, to read the source of ideas.
Meaning, effects, ramifications, veracity, fit with crossreferences
all that is going on while someone is trying to have a chat with the Cruxx.
And they pick up on it.
I am satisfied by the evidence I have of telepathy.
Works fine, but requires a fair amount of functioning in the 2nd-Attention
which is relevant to some who visit this forum of enquiry
into dissonant perceptions and behaviours and the origins thereof.
If the human race survives, future men will, I suspect,
look back on our enlightened epoch as a veritable age of Darkness.
They will presumably be able to savor the irony of the situation
with more amusement than we can extract from it.
The laugh's on us.
They will see that what we call 'schizophrenia' was one of the forms in which,
often through quite ordinary people,
the light began to break through the cracks in our all-too-closed minds.
. . . R.D. Laing, The Politics of Experience, p. 107 [1967]
It seems that everyone is subliminally aware of the 2ndAttention,
and folk get spooked by my habitual scrutiny of everything and its meaning.
They become self-conscious, embarrassed, dumbstruck . . .
their sense-of-identity goes into panic.
Most people cannot enjoy the level of engagement at which I operate.
As soon as we initiate mergence of consciousness, they start freaking out.
On the outside, it’s business-as-usual, but on the inside, they are spooked.
See a lot of defensive behaviour, followed by distancing.
For just being what I am – the Cruxx.
And my obsession with truth is just one of a bunch of spooky attributes
needed for the field in which I work, the engineering of dark matter.
Long story involved in working with dark matter,
but, briefly, one such as I disturbs some of the local wildlife.
They feel threatened when I remove an implant, or disintegrate cousin Fred.
They resent me interfering with their predation on my client.
Life and Deeath type resentment, because I’m messing with their food supply.
For me, I got the works, the full treatment, everything they could throw.
Takes a special kind of personality to withstand the forces these species have specialised in.
People sense that I am not a civilian, not a one-of-them
they read it straight from my beingness, the will, the intensity.
Automatically they want me to be somewhere else, but dare not say so.
Always a spectacular misreading, all too often a tragic Freudian Projection,
in which it seems I evoke their greatest fears of exposure.
And the greatest fear of those who prey on mankind is Accountability.
So accountability is my business with Them.
They really hate it – an eternity of unAccountability leaves them totally unprepared
for an examination of their account of interpersonal transactions.
And doing what they hate is a pretty good tactic for opposing an enemy.
So there’s this energy around me – of accountability and sudden disExistence.
And people are trying to get a chat going, so they can talk about themselves.
Major dissonance, man, especially when I leak a bit Forbidden Knowledge.
And eventually, society really did spit me out, like a very Sour plum.
Yet, despite this weird “Social disAdvantage”, I am free of depression.
Can anyone explain this ?
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Paradox is where thinking gets most interesting.