Technology is a left-brain force that seeks to establish miraculous powers—dark ones for the most part. It’s the left-brain mimicking and striving for the transcendence of the right brain.
For example, imaging systems that spy on us from satellites above attempt to replicate remote viewing and extra-sensory perception. The space-walk mimics the out-of-body experience. Mobile phones are technology’s version of telepathy. Television is the attempt to copy the omnipresence of god that is everywhere at the same time. Massive computers that crunch information on citizen’s personal details attempt to imitate the all-knowing, the omnipotence of god. Genetic engineering seeks the god-like power to create life; plastic surgery is the act of the aging, egocentric human, hoping for immortality.
Angelic beings in the higher dimensions have a celestial immortality; the transdimensional ghouls that are earth-bound here, don’t have it. They die for a lack of energy as we do. Immortality is the one thing they would give everything for. A human’s desire for the same immortality is in fact a ghoulish expression of our inner darkness. That is why seeking immortality drives lots of medical research, like the work on stem cells, for example. Immortality is alluring. And of course the promise of immortality is the central tenet (lie) of all organized religions.
Supremacy, control, specialness, chosen people, blue bloods, VIPs, business and political associations, members and non-members, the jet-set and the in-crowd, along with the selling of glamour, are all shadow manifestations of the would-be immortalist inside of us. The point of the “us and them” mentality is that the “them people” are lowly humans whose destiny is to die, and the “us people” are elevated humans that imagine they belong to a higher spirituality, and that they won’t die. Or, if they do die they are told they will be transported to a special heaven with other “us” people. The spiritual elevation of the chosen few is the left-brain’s attempt to effortlessly raise the ego up toward redemption and a spiritual transcendence.
Each of these manifestations of the mind of the elitist, the would-be immortal human, is fed to us from another place by the madness of the transdimensional ghouls. These are real beings like you and me; they have an evolution and an identity and they project energy to us from with their world, which is at 240° round the compass if you are facing north, and below you at a tangent of 45° downwards. What we see in our world are the pomposities of the demonic-mind that would mimic transcendence because it has lost its spirituality and become cold and evil.
The ghouls descended and lost their power eons ago, just as our human evolution is also descending gradually. For a while we may have made advances in medical knowledge, high-tech bombs and sneaky technologies that give our rulers an absolute power over us, in fact our spirituality is fading. The sun is setting on our collective soul, as we fall backwards into the cold arms of the ghouls. The only protection we ever had was our warmth and that was cleverly programmed out of most people with television.
Hundreds of millions of humans have already been abducted mentally by the ghouls, who use the abductees for heat, while they wait for them to die so their spirits will be added to the ghouls’ numbers, to enhance their world, their hopes and dreams. It’s a form of farming. Tricky ideas are projected from within the dark Second World into the minds of man, drip, drip . Television is used to help the process along. It’s a numbers game. Some humans resist and they stay warm and they say “no” and millions say, “yes”, for the elitist searching for immortality will cling to any straw. The pulse of the ghouls, their sentiments if you like, are very clever in that they play to one’s self-importance. It feels good to many to imagine they are chosen and special, it makes them feel important, the more important the ego feels, the safer it feels.
Technology could have been used just for the greater good but it became a destructive power, wielded by ice-cold humans that are indentured to a horror they know little if anything about. Eventually the microchip will not only watch our every move but it will be inserted in humans shortly after birth as the ultimate monitoring device, humans will lose their individuality to enter a drone-like existence as programmed killers for the state, in effect they will become robotic assets of warring states.
This programming is already being achieved today without the implant by brainwashing citizens into believing they are threatened by an outside force—non-existent al Qaeda bombers for example. Just as Hitler convinced the German people via the radio that Communist Reds were infiltrating society to take over the fatherland. Today the fatherland is called the Homeland—same rubbish, different incarnation.
But the good news is that although technology could eventually allow for a soul crushing existence for ordinary humans, the microchip is vulnerable to a surge in electromagnetic energy. The entire global control system could burn out in a flash. I don’t think the left-brain is allowed to grant itself transcendence, and perhaps the technological lock-down of humanity will not be allowed by the spiritual powers-that-be.
My old teacher said that at the time of Atlantis they developed a silicone implant that was inserted in the spine of citizens as a control mechanism. Strangely, he told me about the silicone chip almost ten years before the chip was invented, rather clever I’d say. He went on to say that the silicon chip of the Atlanteans was the reason why they were destroyed. He said they were eliminated by a pole shift. I have no idea how he knew that, or if my ol’ teacher was right or not, but it all sounded jolly encouraging.
Technology will become rancid as it attempts to subjugate the world, and it may succeed to a certain degree, but its ultimate fate is to falter and leave the controllers stranded.
© 2012 — Stuart Wilde.
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Religion and the Destiny of Man by Stuart Wilde