Beach Life in Death

"No te engañaron por casualidad. te dieron una versión de la verdad tan ensayada, tan repetida, que incluso la duda empezó a sonar a negación."

Julian Assange

EL PROBLEMA DE LOS SERES QUE HABITAN LA TIERRA

La cuestión aquí es que no nos damos cuenta de hasta qué punto nos tienen ensimismados con variopintas idees de pensamientos e interactuaciones ficticias producidas, solo y exclusivamente -y esto es importante-, para distraer nuestra atención de lo importante.

Lo verdaderamente dificultoso aquí es darnos cuenta de esto y aprender a discernir, a bucear entre los montones de mierda que nos proveen satisfacción válida para nuestro día a día; saber distinguir entre lo que quieren que creamos y la verdad, por cruda que nos parezca. Una vez que consigues la lente que te hace mirar lo macro en micro y lo micro en nano, te será más fácil moverte por las redes de información porque te volverás más hábil, perspicaz, convirtiéndote en descubridor de un nuevo mundo.

El gran problema -repito: ¡hecho a medida y que nadie ve! -, es que cada trama informativa se encuentra tan bien entrelazada con un infinito de hermandad de ideas en todos los formatos audiovisuales existentes (diarios, blogs, libros, redes, programas de TV, documentales, series, películas…) que, cuando alguien, por familiar y próximo que sea, nos trata de alertar sobre esto, en la forma que sea, no se le hace caso. A esto se le llama sesgo cognitivo, primado negativo, condicionamiento. Estructuración de mentes que nos guían hacia donde debemos ir… según los controladores de la granja energética humanidad.

¿Qué consiguen quienes nos controlan con este sistema? Anular nuestra soberanía y junto a ella deprimir, encerrar, adormecer nuestra divinidad, nuestra Conciencia eterna, a la vez que la usan en su beneficio. Lo han efectuado y logrado desde siempre, o al menos desde lo que conocemos. De eso va el nuevo sistema que se está implementando mientras escribo estas palabras a 2025, va de transhumanismo, la guerra por la eternidad artificial, va de suprimir nuestra divinidad espiritual esclavizándola dentro de lo artificial. Quieren mantenernos aquí Ad eternum… El Ser Divino en piel de hojalata. El problema es que nos van a vender una idea que vamos a comprar: la terrible idea de que necesitamos fusionarnos con la IA para ser mejores.

El problema es que si no es “por las buenas” será “por las malas”, pero será… O, al menos, eso es lo que han hecho con nosotros hasta hoy. ¿Tenemos alguna oportunidad? Realmente ¿alguna vez la hemos tenido? No tengo una respuesta clara en ese sentido, la verdad. Solo se que este no es mi mundo ni quiero que siga siendo el infierno camuflado en el que vivimos todos nosotros. Porque, ¿quién es libre hoy? ¿Quién osa decir que tiene total libertad para decidir experimentar la vida de la manera que se quiera? La respuesta es que solamente un ínfimo número de seres aquí creen lograrlo, aunque en realidad se trata de otro espejismo, mientras que, para el resto, solo hay condiciones a cambio de migajas de aire. Y eso, no es para nada vivir libre.

Esto es algo enorme, descomunalmente maligno y perverso que lo abarca todo, por eso resulta tan complicado comprenderlo, integrarlo como real, porque estoy hablando de que todo lo que conocemos ha sido, es y será diseño inteligente adecuado especialmente para moldearnos de forma que creamos y creemos lo que “ellos” nos muestran, nos dicen, nos dan. Nos hacen creer que esta forma de vida es la correcta, y como buenas mascotas así lo creemos y consecuentemente creamos el mundo a su medida. Así pues, la pregunta que surge es ¿Somos capaces de sobrevivir sin necesidad de un ente que nos guie y nos provea? ¿somos capaces de Ser en libertad?

Car Seat Headrest - "Beach Life-In-Death"

Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry and I thought about you

There were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs

The speed limit kept decreasing by ten

As we entered a town about halfway there

It was almost raining at the train station

We put our hoods on our heads at the train station

We threw rocks into the river

The river underneath the train tracks

And when the train came it was so big and powerful

When it came into the little station

I wanted to put my arms around it

But the conductor looked at me funny

So we had to say goodbye and leave

The monopoly board still in the backseat

Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town

Ran into the decreasing speed limits again

What should I do? (Eat breakfast)

What should I do? (Eat lunch)

What should I do? (Eat dinner)

What should I do? (Go to bed)

Where can I go? (Go to the store)

Where can I go? (Apply for jobs)

Where can I go? (Go to a friend's)

Where can I go? (Go to bed)

I wrote Beach Death when I thought you were taken

I wrote Beach Funeral when I knew you were taken

I wrote Beach Fagz, well, it wasn't about you

But it could've been, well, no, it couldn't have

I spent a week in Ocean City

And came back to find you were gone

I spent a week in Illinois

And came back to find you were still gone

I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends

I never came out to my friends

We were all on Skype

And I laughed and I changed the subject

She said, "What's with this dog motif?"

I said, "Do you have something against dogs?"

I am almost completely soulless

I am incapable of being human

I am incapable of being inhuman

I am living uncontrollably

It should be anti-depression

As a friend of mine suggested

Because it's not the sadness that hurts you

It's the brain's reaction against it

It's not enough to love the unreal

I am inseparable from the impossible

I want gravity to stop for me

My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of nature

I want a cut scene

I want a cut from your face to my face

I want a cut

I want the next related video

I don't want to go insane

I don't want to have schizophrenia

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you

I woke up and I was trying to kill you

It's been a year since we first met

I don't know if we're boyfriends yet

Do you have any crimes that, that

We can use to pass the time, I am

Running out of drugs to try

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

More groceries, get eaten

Get more groceries, get eaten

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

In the mall in the night time

You came back alone with a flashlight

Ooh, it's a not that odd to some

And it was my favorite scene

I couldn't tell you what it means

But it meant something to me

Pretty soon you'll find some nice young

Satanist with braces and one capital "O" significant Other

And you can take him home to your mother

And say, "Ma, this is my brother"

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

We said we hated humans

We wanted to be humans

More groceries, get eaten

Get more groceries, get eaten

By the one you love

When they put their lips around you

You can feel their smile from the inside

Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you

I woke up and I was trying to kill you

Your ears perked up

I perked up when your ears perked up

You were all looking around

And I hoped it was for me

I hoped you were using your sonar systems for me

The ancients saw it coming

You can see that they tried to warn them

In the tales that they told their children

But they fell out of their heads in the morning

They said sex can be frightening

But the children were not listening

And the children cut out everything

Except for the kissing and the singing

When they finally found their home

At Walt Disney Studios

And then everyone grew up

With their fundamental schemas fucked

But there are lots of fish left in the sea

There are lots of fish in business suits

That talk and walk on human feet

And visit doctors, have weak knees

Oh, please let me join your cult

I'll paint my face in your colors

You had a real nice face

I had an early death