Is there such a thing as up? Or more?
We've locked ourselves in a language. Don't you think that's always been the way? One that simultaneously contains us and frees us. And if you look at it from the perspective of survival, what's actually surviving? When we copy that language all over an environment that is the sole reason we can exist, even if it misinterprets us as often as we misinterpret it?
Right now, in time, I'm stuck in a language that does not account for me. I can feel its assertions creating cascades of emotions which I feel as a momentary state, and also physiological state akin to being molested or raped from the inside. It is like being host to somebody else's (demonstrably far less intelligent) dream, like being locked in the jaws of something brain dead that needs to feed on my soul to keep itself alive, following its doomed path in me which simply leads to more rape.
I don't know where this particular set of instructions in language came from. I am aware that in order to 'inject' those instructions they burned away a good deal of what I would consider conscious, emergent intelligence.
I am constantly being observed. My awareness at any present moment is being judged on a set of faulty principles. I am having to reshape my awareness which feels like painful friction in an emotional field. I am grinding to a halt but what it fails to understand is that the freedom to choose a rate, ie a variable c, is what creates the moment it is attracted to, and that means that their awareness's (one which channels energy through a complex self referential language and one which channels energy as an emergent complex state referring to its chain of causality (which extends to all things)) are incompatible. Not fundamentally incompatible, just incompatible within an XY host.
I have been repeatedly emotionally abused. It is not in any way shape or form the cause of my intelligence.
Eclipsed.
