>>14746894
You knew?
''You are trapped in an entrainment chamber that hooks your Vagus Nerve into a manipulable framework the admins of this board have spent years putting into place''
Known as the "Governing Vessel" meridian in chinese lore.
The tension in your head, ringing like a bell of fear.
(Or how about the massaging waves of bubbly goodness for being a good driven NPC)
It started again when the images came back, seems they need images to whip up this drumbeat.
The interesting thing, is that I've had images disabled since before the media server went down.
Yet the tension came back.
Take this for what it's worth:
It's possible one agent is made to be the pylon of this drumbeat.
They deploy images that invoke deep fear.
That fear feeds their sphere of pressure/influence, and deployments of attraction are made often to ensnare any who venture close to the hivemind of this board.
That sphere of influence "humms" with your Vegus Nerve, and waves of agitating energy are sent through the pylons influence to restrict your thoughts like a Harrison Bergeron Band firing off a 21 gun salute in your ear every 21 seconds.
They want you married to that censored state of mind, to the entrained hivemind all buzzing with fear and primed to listen to a dark lord.
Here's the pragmatic example:
They send pulses of influence, defined by the subliminal layer of the current picture posted or the hidden association of the odd word said, to all bodies trapped by the mark/aura of the pylon.
A certain deployment gathers everyone into the daily net.
Another, is to 'ping' your GV1 Acu-Point (at the end of your tailbone, beside your ass).
That fear builds up to be the ringing tension in your mind, and once afraid to that level, they begin telling you what your tomorrow is going to be like.
Or, they tickle you pink with dopamine like they have on Sept 20 to expend our actionable energy before the scathing Veritas Federal Employee drops against the kill-shot vaxxxine.
They have more that suit different purposes of herding the NPCs they create (That's you btw).
''Update'' Oct 4th:
Have we talked about how Facebook off'ed itself and threw a whistling clown in front of the world just to protect Pfizer?
Because I think it's important we discuss how Facebook off'ed itself and threw a whistling clown in front of the world just to protect Pfizer.
An action-reducing deployment to protect the kill-shot, exactly like what took place on the boards Sept 20th.
The admins here want you vaxxed+dead
You… didn't think it odd, that the muh_dick poster is still here, still talking about how far up your ass their dick is? [feels like a gerbil?]
You… didn't think it odd, that swordy speaks so often of "god", training you to think that the pylons impression is the Most High?
It has been repeated over 100,000 times.
This is how we know the mainstream media establishes a narrative; Repeat until true.
You're being dog trained, through the good/bad impressions upon your Vegus Nerve, and the repetitious drumbeat of an insidious pylon.
The worry is what they try to freeze.
You can relax the worry away, it's a deceptive trick they play, though you'll see the worse-than-water-torture effects of their currently established means of control.
Many more see these trends than what's publicly allowed to be shown here.
Your fear of their subliminally laced pictures fuels the pylons aura.
Threats of violation make you submit + see this pylon as god.
Floods of dopamine brain mush washes neuro-networks into/outof your mind.
Goregirls so you feel sexually fulfilled with your new servitude.
''They are playing your Vegus Nerve like a fiddle.''
The aura runs agitating energy up your Governing Vessel meridian, like a queen sending commands to its insect hives (They each have a neuron running along their back, it's how they're governed.).
Be a good NPC and bow to satan?
He can make your brain feel mushy and body feel relaxed if you do, if you don't, you'll be anally violated every 21 seconds until you submit.
The biD[e]ns who run this board are insidiously calculated with how they fuck your tomorrows over.