Freed from the clutches of fantasy

Summary

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Freed from the clutches of fantasy, dreaming, and superstitions I can now appreciate my oneness and uniqueness within the cosmos. I am in harmony with all universal frequencies which is the nucleus of existence.

Lights and reflections have absorbed me into its frequencies of sounds, colors, and truths. Here, I can accept knowledge on its terms. I do this without superimposing my assumptions into them.

I freed myself from the coils of cultural stagnation. I questioned what people taught me, especially those who want me to see and experience the universe through their lenses. I have risen above the willful blind. I have also escaped from the willful foolish who want to cradle me into their narrow graves with them.

It is difficult to obtain freedom within a world built on lies. Obtaining true knowledge is becoming increasingly difficult. What is true knowledge? Will I accept what the evidence tells me? Or will I choose knowledge based on a preconceived opinion instilled in me from childhood?

I know that there is a biological difference between a male and a female. I recognize that those are two unique entities. They are separate within the universal frequencies of existence. This understanding is regardless of what the misguided are trying to tell me.

Freed from the horde who are eagerly rushing towards their slaughter. They are doing all that they can to bring it about as quickly as possible. I am one with life. I am one with death. I have sense enough to know that the planet Earth has always undergone climate change. It will continue to do so as long as it exists.

He is mistaken. The buffoon says that I am because of what I have. Crafty subliminal imagery misleads the wise. It is perpetrated by those who hold themselves aloft from the thoughtless horde. These individuals hate everyone and everything.

The works of the destroyers of minds are clandestine. Their mechanisms and machinery are well in place before a potential horde member is even conceived. These destroyers are found in the foods that we eat. They are in the liquids that we drink and in the air that we breathe. They exist in all the frequencies that constantly bombard our bodies. They are infused with think suppressant codes.

The back yard is overgrown and unkempt while the front yard is an Immaculate conception of attention and care. Why is not the back yard as flawless as the front yard? Who knows and who cares, that is not the point. The point is achieving consistency in housekeeping.

It’s also about where you draw the fault lines of good housekeeping practices, clone work, and distinctive construction. I imagine that the front yard is an Immaculate conception seeded from on high. I envision the back yard as a heavenly rebellion cast down on my property. We have the evidence of what is seen. We also have the evidence of what is understood. Which one of these housekeeping is possibilities true?

I am free. I have the luxury of analyzing the above scenarios. No dense cloud of indoctrination interferes with my quest for knowledge. My quest for knowledge tells me something interesting. The front yard carries more self-esteem than the back yard for the homeowner. This is as simple as a male can’t produce an egg. It must have an egg produced by a female implanted into it.

Freed from the clutches of a whitewashed view of the world, I can soar into the multi-universe of consciousness. Even its chaos has rules, structure, and purpose. The recently mutated conventions are trying to diminish the fundamental. They aim to make an absolute seem trivial.

I am free to know that lies shout louder when exposed. They are unwilling to fall away gracefully. If you can call all the harm, ignorance, and death that lies have perpetrated a graceful surrender.

The rapture is happening right before our eyes. It is a rapture of the mind into a higher elevation of thinking. It is not the religious nonsense that so many people are looking and hoping for. Some are even working for it by supporting certain people. These people are nothing more than identity thieves.

With freedom comes discipline and self-control. Recognize nonsense when it hits you in the ears. Do not become full of yourself. That is what the whitewashed sepulcher does. They think themselves to be the ultimate definition and source of knowledge.

Freed from the clutches of fantasy, dreaming, and superstitions, I can now take a realistic look at myself. As I discover myself, I realize there are a lot of things about myself that I don’t like.

That’s okay because I have the freedom to work to change them for the better.