Nothing can stop what is coming. Nothing. - Q
DARK TO LIGHT
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Nothing can stop what is coming. Nothing. - Q
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Information Poisoning is a catch all description for cognitive impairment resulting from Information Operations. Information Operations, aka IO, psyops, are the methods and tactics employed in non-linear war against “enemy” populations.
Entertainment is not just entertainment, it is adult education and the principal mechanism employed by nation states to reliably influence social behavior.
Digital entertainment media are a critical element of national security infrastructure. The content of entertainment exerts significant, predictable effects on human behavior and belief systems. Entertainment directs popular attention, either lends support or selectively subverts social issues, fosters unity or division and incrementally enhances or gradually constricts collective cognitive capacity.
"Entertainment" is a general term. We might say “that which fascinates.”
Information Poisoning is found throughout nature. Organisms will exploit perceptual biases to evade predators or to attract prey; some species practice deception on many levels.
The Paussid or “ant’s nest” beetle forges chemical signals which blinds the ants, its prey, to the beetle’s presence among them. The Paussid beetle eats the ant’s children and lays its eggs in worker's bodies which it paralyses an injected toxin it also manufactures.
Predators exploit perceptual deficiencies of prey, or of host civilizations, they are parasitic on.
Predators can be of the same species, or as with the Paussid beetles, may create the appearance of being so.
Normally we consider the eye reliable. Unless there is a reason to suspect forgery, we’re usually willing to accept the signal we receive from our eyes, even when it comes over a known insecure, anonymous network like the POS internet. Our enemies are stupid, but they're still as smart as Paussid beetles. Do you think they might employ similar tactics?
Note that the beetle injects false information to deceive the ants inside the perceptual loop of the ants, by synthesizing their chemical language. The Passidae are living organic chem labs, able to synthesize many chemicals, not just to make themselves invisible to ants, but to make the ants voluntarily work for the beetles and remain blind to their own exploitation by the enemies living in their midst.
We trust what we see in the mirror.
We assume what we see when we look in the mirror - that's us.
We see TV and movies and think
yeah that's also us
but it isn't
It is fun-housed
To make us appear what we're not.
To conceal what we are
And what we can be
We conform our self- image to their distorted media caricature
Our susceptibility to false image and tendency to conform our behavior makes this one of the pedo-cultist slavers favorite tactics.
Have a great trip POTUS
There are coded messages in our DNA source code now. Still not properly deciphered but known to be present
DOITQ!
The Natural History of Elephants
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is that the true black meat?
Child stealing rings operate world wide. Anon has encountered the in the Peruvian Amazon - here, a witness talks about what he saw in the Guatemalan Highlands.
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Want to know what happens when C_A backed pedovores run a country?
Here's what happened in C_As Baltic state bailiwick.
SHILLS OATH
I am satan's shill. I believe nothing, I will say anything. I have no values, friends or family I will not sell into bondage forever for food and for feathers. Dollars will buy me. What can not spend I will burn in an ashtray or shove up my ass but I must have dollars. Give me specie. I am satan's shill. I demoralize myself. When I finish the blow I take five xanax footballs and pass out on rental furniture. Asleep, I dream I'm awake. I am satan's shill. My stridulations are filtered. My mockery, my despair, my anguish, like my coming and my going, pass ever unnoticed. I am satan's shill. One day I will vanish like the knot in a shoelace. I am satan's shill. A petty criminal, a peeping Tom, a canvas for others tattoos, a repeater, an NPC.
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Movies and Television are where the dreams come from which are projected on the world by every human consciousness. Changing the content or ritual dramatic formula of dramatic entertainment changes the elements of the dreams we project on the world.
It is possible to destroy the world by destroying consciousness; slowly, incrementally degrading our minds over time. This create unthinking mind slave to the dream reality. Half our country is effectively enslaved. Call them by whatever label you chose but they're victims of Information Poisoning and related induced trance.
Information poisoning is real.
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Bad information does damage.
In higher information density environments, it's critical that information be of the utmost possible purity, ideally, error free. The relative error state distinguish such environments, one would imagine.
Imagination is where the abstract meets the material realities and the two may interact. The Persians called it the Mundus Imaginalis and viewed it as an environment between the real and material and abstract.
Only if you know the world is made of dreams have you awakened.
Way back when,
when men were still a novelty,
and what towns there were
were smaller than a ball park,
smaller, often, than a pitch and putt
and no one sentimentalized the out of doors;
when every man was a man of few words
because there were only a few,
and those so open ended and adaptable
that to pin them down required great force
and weighted presentation,
so there was no such thing as a meaningless gesture
and people watched each other —
but there were still, believe me, many secrets
and no one was any the wiser –
many years ago and far away
in the ungenerous badlands of a distant country
were the hot sun addled what the cold night froze
and things were rough all over,
there stood what seemed to its inhabitants
a very splendid city.
It boasted walls, fine walls, made out of stone,
and terrible tall,
and monuments, lots of monuments -
and most remarkably a gigantic king.
The city's name was Uruk, or Uruk of the Walls,
and the king was called King Gilgamesh.
King Gilgamesh had a passion for marvels –
and since king Gilgamesh was something of a marvel himself,
the men of Uruk were at pains to keep him comfortable.
For King Gilgamesh was governed by only his passions
and the city of Uruk
only by king Gilgamesh.
The story of Gilgamesh whom gods called cousin and men called king, is part of our story, with Enkindu, the wild man, who ran with animals until tamed by a whore, and scorpions, more whores of course and the monster Humbaba and Ishtar, the goddess of passion and ancient Utnapishtim
who could remember days before the flood. But it's mainly the story of Gilgamesh
who made a friend,
lost him, then got scared.
It is the oldest story.
yes
Gilgamesh: I am sorry for Enkindu that he died,
he was my brother.
And I am sorrier still that I lost Enkindu
Whom I least of all wanted to lose
and with whom I was friends.
But I am doubly sorry
that I, who have until now never lost anything
Should be stolen from in this manner,
For while I have made selections
Which are a kind of loss,
I have never before been denied.
And I am sorriest of all
And the reason I am crying is
That the death of my brother Enkindu
Has suggested to me that I'll die too
Someday
And I'm scared.