#narcotoxicity

making happiness a destination in itself is a mark of deep unconsciousness; a sign that life is off course. Indeed those who pursue happiness as a hunter pursues his prey, are running headlong into the yawning jaws of the Control System. It loves those unfortunate souls who are obsessed with experiencing pleasure, relief, diversion, recreation and release – fumbling about in the gloom for gratification, self worth and warped expression of self. This decadent impulse moves the divine soul further and further away from its spiritual destiny with every self-centred sensation that is conjured.

The Control System is well aware of this, and so it treats happiness as a narcotic; sequestering it, dealing it, cutting it and distributing analogs of it, for a small fee, through the screen.

Voluntary relinquishment of one’s own holographic imaginal palette is an extraordinary disavowal of the divine human ability to create reality. It is a deep necrotic sickness of the soul. 

Society’s role models – stars, celebrities and media avatars – are so deeply infused with the synthetic accoutrements of compliance, that they operate as strategic resonance amplifiers, loyal Control System agents committed to disseminating the uncreative cultural Trojan horse. The meme spreads: unconscious consumption displaces the human impulse for creation.

The screen of normality broadcasts the vulgar static of the old ways in an attempt to diminish the delicate harmonics of the unfolding shift. It is irrelevant what is on the screen. Whether it is a butterfly alighting on a pure white petal, or a skull being crushed underfoot, it is the emanation of unthinking submission. In this way, the seemingly passive activity of watching television is a tacit agreement to swallow that which is counterfeit. It propagates the myth that that there is an external world separate from us; that all the traditions, monarchies, constitutions, histories and democracies are valuable and somehow central to the collective human narrative.