For many months now Vikid had been following an internet celebrity by the name of Andrew Tate.
Tate was a Self Appointed Hero, not much unlike Vikid, except Tate had a different vision fueled with fast cars and lots of dosh.
To get a good flavor required many hours. So Vikid posted a sample interview, 3 long ones he knew but with Tate, nothing less would really do.
(For content like this, Vikid always recommended headphones and x2 the speed. )
Anyway, Vikid wasn’t really interested in weighing what Tatey said. His readers were grown up and could make up their own heads.
What Vikid wanted to analyze was the playing field. How people constructed reality and what powers they yield.
Tate was a warrior, in every sense of the word. He boxed for a living and now he fought online, for the minds of nascent men. He promised them freedom and success if they followed him.
(For a small monthly fee of course)
Like Socrates before him. He was accused of corrupting the young, so had to be banished from all platforms. Yet curiously these days, rather than hemlock, banishment meant more interviews, bigger appearances and greater fame but you had to be a wily coyote which wasn’t so easy.
It’s as if The Doom encouraged such action.
The Truth being that it was all a big game, they wanted you wrapped in.
The real question was, “What do you want?”
Vikid had spent many years chasing items, when chance he took him and he found non-duality. Or it found him? Actually the question didn’t even make sense in the state he was in.
Buddha had spoken of desire. It was a ruse, the desire itself was the issue, not what it pointed to.
Perhaps you wanted riches, to screw many bitches. Some wanted fame, others wanted to remake the world, to help the poor or just have a loving family. Others hid behind the curtains of philanthropy, charity and religious philosophy.
So Tate spoke the truth about many things. He had superior intelligence, there was no doubting. With that, he had built an empire of free-flowing cash but as Vikid looked upon him, he didn’t see class.
Private jets, Lamborghinis, hot ladies and parties. But to what end? Educating masses? Humping numerous cute asses?
He thought,
“Don’t get me wrong, it sounds like a dream but if I think clearly that’s exactly what it is. Ephemeral bullshit, a high maintenance life style - perhaps good for those with the disposition. Living at the speed of light. Looking over your shoulder with every encounter.”
The more you had.
The more you wanted.
This was Universal Truth
that couldn’t be understood.
But Vikid had to give Tate his due, fighting The Doom, head to head was heroic entertainment. That’s why he was famous, he lived high risk everyday. Russian Roulette with live bullets.
Vikid had nothing against that, it deserved respect and for that purpose, he was raising awareness. Power to the Fellow DOOM Warrior.
However, Vikid had another mode of attack to offer.
That was to surrender the game to the Lord.
To let be what is & give up the fuss.
Surrender the Game of Desire.
Surrender to the Game.
Surrender from the Game.
Set yourself free
By letting it be.
Unlike the Buddhist crew, you need not any guru.
No books, no systems, no vegan commandments, no gym membership or pilgrimages.
Nah, none of that. There was nothing wrong with Jesus, Krishna or Deus. On the contrary Vikid was humble to these. Great teachers to follow but ultimately one had to forge their own destiny.
Just for Vikid, he no longer had any.
He just floated, one moment to next. Always learning but to no avail for,
nothing was learnt that wasn’t already known.
“Ah! Too much talk, claptrap and nonsense. Don’t bore your audience, fool. Everything is as it must be”, he thought, “Can you see that?”
Tatey Tate, Whitty Titty.
Just play everyday,
And watch it go crazy.
The world’s theatrical whim,
Just settle with that,
You will surely win.
“Hmmm… not a bad verse, a little terse, still need to up the game. Willy Wordsworth is the aim.”, he laughed.
And that was simply,
The Vikid Truth.
If the 3 hour interview was too much for you, try this: