Creatures of Deception
Like The Nag Hammadi Scrolls, The Truth Will Resurface.
“Do you know that our soul is composed of harmony?” - Leonardo da Vinci, A Treatise on Painting
At the heart of the human condition lies an open secret. Something we all know from within, like it’s etched in to our bones, encoded in our DNA, suffused with every breath of oxygen, at the very heart of it, we are Creatures of Deception.
In matters of the spirit, we call it faith. To enshrine your soul into some belief that you can’t justify any other way. For many it is the anchor that keeps them moored to the coastline of sanity. Without faith, they fear they will capsize into murky depths and take society with it.
Others make a religion out of unfaith.
They deceive themselves with symbols and make up stories based on simulations. They tell themselves that this is rational, but of course, it’s plain ol’ deception.
In matters of commerce, it is equally well known, that the current system and everything before it has been a construction. There are no rules as such, except the desperate will rob you for all that you have and the strong promise to protect you. At a cost of course; subservience and access to your children. That’s the grand project we call “education”. But there’s always deception, self administered, to save you from its full frontal confrontation.
People have been subservient for so long they’ve almost forgotten. Except you can’t, not really, it is written in your bones. They can scrub the Internet, but it won’t work. Like the Nag Hammadi Scrolls, the truth will resurface, even if it’s on your last living breath.
So now there is a new tactic - altered DNA through mRNA injections, Neuro-Silicon interfaces, Satellite Grid 5th Generation Electromagnetic Radiation, Designer Babies. Altered Carbon.
That might work. The future is unwritten. Science Fiction turning to fact. Life imitating art. It’s all in the works, ask Elon. We just don’t know how much of it is online already.
But the Soul, the essence of You, is in fact a Harmony - Leonardo knew. Already linked, a timeless One that is Many. A Standing Wave. The pluck of a string. The True Multiverse. The Source of Creation.
It is I and the I is It.
If you’re still long enough, you realize that you’re resonating with it. Already resonating. Nothing really to be done but to acknowledge it.
Then to see it in other things.
Vikid found that he now resonated with plants and flowers. He resonated very well with cats. He resonated with the sun and the sky. He resonated well with written text, stories about people exploring different galaxies.
Humans however he found difficult. With those who knew, there was no need of talking. With those who didn’t, he found them always talking. As if to fill a void. Endless talking. Conversing NPC’s. Canned thoughts. Canned responses. Entrained by some external program.
They were never still.
And that’s,
Thank you. That was enjoyable.