Notes on Paranoia

"Generally speaking, if you see other people before they see you, they /won't/ see you. I have even managed to get past a whole block of guides and shoeshine boys in Tangier this way, thus earning my Moroccan moniker: 'El Hombre Invisible'."

- William Burroughs, Ten Years and a Billion Dollars

That which in seeing goes unseen (the difficulty of eye contact).

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PARANOIA MODEL: Infinite recursion of second-guessing - wave-function collapse. Nothing is as it seems - this is a fundamental law - and everything is a front for some-everything else. Masks behind masks behind masks to infinity.
If, by definition, nothing is as it seems, then why does any one thing appear as it does at that moment, and not some other way?
Everything is up in the air until it’s certain, and once it’s certain the only thing you can be sure of is it’s not as it appears
Everything always goes deeper - an infinity of layers concealing an eternally inaccessible core. Mirror core of mystic moment's fleeting

That which in being grasped eludes grasping, such that its eluding you becomes proof that you've grasped it - they're cunning.

https://youtu.be/OXx1HSVV-XA Incompetence becomes supercompetence as every mistake becomes evidence of the conspiracy that you've uncovered
The inaccessible core underlying all this is intent. Assumed intent & intelligence (which are identified) tend to infinity.
Intent as control. Slingshotting between absolute power and powerlessness. The Conspiracy is overwhelming and yet we can fight it.
Part 2: The CIA mockingbird shills are all over YouTube like chemtrails and solar flares over the Earth

Have you read the Hopi Indian prophesies? Theirs is ancient intel - leaked by whistleblowers of the past, a whistleblower's whistleblower

The alien Greys are the true reptilians - the Greys are reptilian, but they are not shapeshifters (shapeshifters do not exist).

Well, Project Bluebeam is a disinformational psyoptical hoax. Why would elites weaponize space if the threat to New World Order was not real?

Meanwhile, Earth media does a full blackout because it is censored conspiracy, just like our secret Earth history so long suppressed.

The CIA probably planted the disinformation about a pole shift causing mass enlightenment and spiritual transformation during the apocalypse

When the end of the world is upon us the end game that was orchestrated through black ops is carried out by CIA and the black intel agencies

Part 3: Black ops as black magic

We're all undercover, we've all forgotten and we don't know it yet - there's no difference.
The perfect agent is one whose mind can't be read - not even by themselves. The perfect agent doesn't think themselves an agent - total cover.

Totally unaware of their role and so able to carry it out flawlessly - and unable to divulge information. Anamnesis as Total Recall paranoia

God as the head of a vast all-encompassing Intelligence Agency dating back to before dawn of time

Dawn of time a conspiracy, part of the plan - the condition of planning. The Urscheme, the final initiation - a handshake and a pat on the back

Into the black circle counselling time, to the room outside space as the absence of light - total blackops at absolute zero. Welcome back.

Part 4: Chemtrails, raw milk, the undermining of our Judeo-Christian values, Obama’s birth certificate, reptilians and the Gay Agenda

Exopolitics on the Astral Plane, the Rand Corporation, fluoridated water, the Fourth Reich, the Annunaki, multiculturalism and vaccination

the suppression of homeopathic medicine, violent video games, publicly funded healthcare and peak oil Satanism, GM crops, FEMA death camps

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"You are hollow. You are only the shell, the difference between inside and outside. There is nothing inside. Sex causes you to die. You are dark inside. You must keep secrets interminably. You must not reveal yourself - you are pure, untouchable."

“The Board is at the heart of everything and it is nowhere - the condition of everything, omnipresent and insubstantial. Water for fish.”

Wander

I forget everything I do. I don't know if this is normal. Everything happens so much and I do so much and . I write and forget I have written it. I have completely externalised some function of my memory, some part of my brain, which has become entirely prosthetic. I would like to externalise my whole self, into everything. I would like to be hands of the world - telekinesis is the fantasy of this. I want to replace all my parts, rip myself up and start over from anything. I become everything I see, the operations of the trees in wind, fire, my body which looks as if puppeted small fleshy hanging-man, marionette. I become water and take a piece into me - it becomes function, a brain. The water brain, image of thought which processes experience, transforms it - the infinite alchemy of thought. I take the operations of water and put them to use. I don't start from anything.

I love the sensation of straining against language, pushing it. Omnipotence. I often wish words would have less syllables than they did - I wish I could densify them to a straight beam of information blasted into the forehead. Total schizocommunication, mind control - mindmeld. I want words to vibrate in ways that they don't - half-measures of irreducible quantities. Slow speeds - massive.

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Lord knows if this will work - hopefully you come away with some image, sensation for thought. The language is not working for me - certain things would take more space to become expressible. Wordless scream sky of infinity sunset red stretching to molten - the train-thought. Cool memories.

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Every experience is pure art - people sound like muffled radios. Falling between the gap.

I am trying to communicate what it's like to be me - I am trying to give you a new brain to work with, to put on. A brain is a thinking machine.

Sober nervousness, cold dead uncertainty, quiet hysteria. Everything can be put to producing thought. Everything serves as a figure, a thinking machine. Everything can be described in terms of every other thing. Sober. Short, declarative sentences. Almost a monotone. Steady.

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I am a network of machines-prosthetics. I am a hangwork-assemblage of realities - a machine. A composite of water, a tarot card, history, 2001, a laptop, synchrotron, centrifuge, colour blue, the third eye, the space program, a trumpet. "I lost myself in that city over 20 years ago."

hallucinogenic and vivid - it's almost a matter of dragging your eyes across pages and seeing what sticks.

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"Try to imagine a being who is not a mere colourless conglomerate soul composed of an indefinite number of ill-assorted and antagonistic individual souls, but consists also of houses, street-processions, churches, the Liffey, several brothels, and a crumpled note on its way to the sea – and yet possesses a perceiving and registering consciousness!"

"Kodachrome. Captain Kirby, MI5, studies the prints. They showed: (1) a thick-set man in an Air Force jacket, unshaven face half-hidden by the dented hat-peak; (2) a transverse section through the spinal level T-12; (3) a crayon self-portrait by David Feary, 7-year old schizophrenic at the Belmont Asylum, Sutton; (4) radio-spectra from the quasar CTA 102; (5) an antero-posterior radiograph of a skull, estimated capacity 1500 cc.; (6) spectro-heliogram of the sun taken with the K line of calcium; (7) left and right handprints showing massive scarring between the second and third metacarpal bones. To Dr. Nathan he said: 'And all these make up one picture?"

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The light touch, the faint impression. Melancholy of snow falling. Loss.

The mystery - dumb perceiving consciousness . only in hints, speaking oneiric

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"Like every true prophet, the artist is the unwitting mouth-piece of the psychic secrets of his time, and is often as unconscious as a sleep walker."

So what do I do now I know this?

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Always beside the point