Who's the alien?: expired notion

The following was 100% dictated by voice with no rereads or edits.

 Promised I would do a video or an article on this subject late last night so here I am.

 Truth is I did do a video but one I can't stand looking at my ugly mug and two I can't stand the articulation from my Bohemian hippie sounding voice. Also I am not capable at this time to really convey my assertions in a clear and concise manner, when speaking on this subject any subject and being filmed or recorded in such a way. 

 Here I can let the eagle ride and come back as a equal component to my delivery, and not a blaring and overbearing bull in a china shop that only cares about getting its point across. 

 Writing allows me this, subtlety. To dancing flit around a subject that I too and am uncertain about.

 From an investigative standpoint. This subject of aliens and disclosure seems subject. The entire indoctrination in using terms such as alien as a general term proves in itself it conditioning mechanism and outcome.

 Somewhere there is a synthetic smoking gun.

Assume that we are and expired notion: 

Human behavioral data within said environment seems to be the gold, and now gold isn't even the gold standard, this being replaced by data code strands. 

 I find it much more likely that this existence we seem to be experiencing at present time is a fabrication a recreation. 

 I see this more by way of disenfranchisement from location. In other words to me it is more likely that this entire operation is a remake and a study of A Lost Civilization. Since a big part of the indoctrination is to get humanity as a whole (if that can ever really take place, if humanity is such a thing), to embrace ideas concepts and fabricated histories of itself. 

 The main investigative agenda seems to be one of origin and self-validation. Since humanity as a whole does far too well at obliterating or at least attempting to obliterate itself and everything it comes in contact with. 

 More to the point when conjecturizing around the topic of aliens is to beg the question what is an alien. Are we not alien. With a race of people's capable of taking over an entire area in an entire planet then be deemed as local or localized? 

 Other words the subject still follows a might makes right overview of Rights and passage. 

Things like the adherence to law and the allegiance to government are almost expected to be rebelled against thwarted and cast away. The mere allusion that we must stay committed and patriotic toward Queen toward Country. And then when we don't there seems to be no consequential end. Fast forward and jump we are now on a different rail system careening and hoping that the principles emanating from another master or Master race is going to fulfill said promises. We already know ahead of time that for finite moment this may be true but that it will all end in destruction and transition toward a sort of antithesis. We don't have to be able to look deep into any history to see this as self-evident. 

 The questions that we are fed:

Who are we?

Where do we come from?

What's the meaning of life?

What's my place in the universe?

Like the cat in the hat. This malicious narcissistic and sadistic entity with great charisma can come in to our sphere, as a master con artist. Talking fast with an agenda. This is the force and this is the entity of force and reaction that must be looked much more in-depth upon. 

 We are mainframed away from humanities survival. Ushered instantly away from peace and balance. The concepts from spiritual leaders that bring this peaceful existence forth time and memorial are also used as mere components in the entirety of a machine that already supposes outcome.

 The unseen oligarchy which very well could be of a species that we would not be comfortable with I will not use the term alien is the one with the question in the room.

This question is how did they destroy themselves this time and what were the main influencers?

 The only people that seem to prosper at all in this Society carry a lofty weight on their shoulders. They seem to act more as intrepid lap dogs that are far too afraid to say the wrong thing or make a move that doesn't flow through with this agenda.

 We are each given the concept of autonomy. We feel a sort of holy sanctity within our person as a sacred form of consciousness and existence. This seems like the stuff of genetics that can summon a force, like twin photonic behavior, no matter the perceivable distance. In other words we seem to be the technology. Why else would we be locked away within this massive electromagnetic belt system? 

 We are only a concept, a remaking, a replication of an authentic self. Now how do we in the finality, and as aging, dying individual (who previously felt immortal) deal with our own finite death? 

 But to elude back to the cat in the hat reference. The exact DNA genetic sequencing of who we are can be stored back away and used in another time another place and another day.

 This is the falsity that I see. To isolated simple and arbitrary. I have felt this presence watching and influencing from my earliest memories. I knew then like I know now that it is false. It's as if more to the point a grand event of Joy was experienced for the first time in spontaneously by an individual. And from a can and in this point a petri dish this moment is expected to be played out as spontaneous. The genetic information is more to the point being projected out into the existential to be recorded as opposed to a profound spontaneous experience that the experiencer should know for the first time. 

 We all feel it. We all know that it's happening. We however do not have enough empirical evidence to put it all into perspective and formulate a reactionary plan. Rather we live in a way of predator and prey. However we cannot see the assaulting bodies or gain enough momentum by way of causation. However the questions come back again, circulating like phantoms around us. Who are we? Where did we come from? Is there a we, or are each one of us from somewhere else? Placed together here as a sort of condensing. A farmhouse recreation of exotic species and entities. Is our subconscious fascination to claim this behavior ourselves becomes more self-evident by the day.

Stellar Mass 13

The 13th son