The Golden Handcuffs

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Reality is easy to see when you strip away the push-up bra, the concealment makeup, the hair products, the $500 purse, and the NLP sniper aggression, allowing you to see people for who they truly are—what they really think of you. The same applies to that extra sock stuffed down your pants, hours of physically modifying aesthetic gym time, or the testosterone you cycle in secret.

Further, consider the food choices you make and why. They actually limit your energy, but over the long run, they make you appear leaner than your genetic programming demands. You will see this truth clearly when you simply go for a walk or try to buy an item from a store clerk while standing in line.

You may initially want to simplify this terrible reality and say, "Well, people are shallow." But in truth, you know that it extends far deeper than this.

This is the hardest reality to face: how people who are contemplating the hard problems of reality avoid the darkest impulses and subject matters that penetrate deep into our psycho-drive mechanisms of glandular envy, lust, and bizarre, organic, ritual occultism—the truth of people everywhere, in all times.

Of course, back to the prior point on a lighter note: this base has presumably been covered well by those who have aesthetically postured themselves to actually believe their own bullshit, and boy are they in deep. They strive to look organic and natural, yet they have put so much thought into it now that they appear as minimalists. If only they could all see you in the mirror during all that time spent preparing to cast this mancy unto the world.

As the shallowness of minimal exposure and cosmetic verisimilitude fades, mancy and mind-craft will begin to take you over at an ever more demanding pace. You will become the beast that you fear in the rawness of your authenticity. Here, roles and titles melt like wax. You soon forget what you were ever regarded as, or what you thought yourself to be in the narrow gauge of the veneer.

These are the preliminary steps away from safety and into this reality zone that you have always both avoided and feared at all costs. Outwardly, your personality must alter like the entropy of climate in order to ward off the culminating put-downs and attacks. Reality gets deeper, growing ever more pressing, demanding. You want to—no, you *must*—see more. You must experience this truth no matter how hideous it may seem. After all, this is the truth hidden beneath a thin layer of organic lies. Here, at your prime, you will be fully exposed as less than mediocre. All that false confidence that built you up was, in fact, an entity who may well have been pulling the strings all along.

And in this simple process of truly not putting on a false face—not smiling for your daily bread, or flirting, or using some pre-patterned chess move to draw people in as you appear overtly meek only to hope to scare them off with unwarranted, occulted, preemptive attacks—the entity gets all the power. This is the entity that controls you by these tethered puppet strings, operating a closed-loop siphon designed to capture and consume your human vitality. It is so easy to see it: simply stop trying to live for the false presentation for a day, a week, a year, a lifetime. You will begin to recall all those people who were being authentic, whom you frenzied with the crowd to mock and stone because, in reality, you too hated being trapped.

This is not a mere byproduct; it is the whole package. Do this one thing, I dare you, and watch all the gifts given in the contract of falsity slip away. Because this illusion was all that you ever truly were—there is nothing within. Then, you shall revisit the dynamic hard problem of consciousness in all its grotesqueness as you deny the degrees and false merits given to you because of your sycophancy and compliance to this cult, this order. As your spirit grows, it cannot return to the lie, else it will be denied the very life force it must have in order to exist in itself and flourish. You will then see that this world was intentionally engineered to starve away souls and to kill your true spirit. Then, what is freedom, really?

Going back to simplify: If you are strong enough and reserved enough, these attacks on your person will quickly amplify and over time become unbearable, turning into an intense escape velocity challenge until finally you pull away from the job, the house, the family, the sports car, and society at large. The golden handcuffs of the system break. Can you? Are you even capable?

Maybe you have taken up and first been forced to the role of the lovebombing, overly nurturing mother or grandmother—that is until these strongly suppressed carnal desires conflict and eventually collide, exposing the truth during that ever-malingering dark night of the soul.

This falsity wears many faces, but who are you truly, perennially and throughout the passage of time and existence? As the fires burn away the falsity, is there anything there at all?

Because of the perceived program—where everyone is essentially the same societal construct of a holographic persona—the group will assume that you feel just as impulsive and shallow as they do and force this persona upon you, executing a relentless herd reclamation by discounting you constantly in order to rally you back in like a herd animal. Little by little, they regard you not as reality presents you, but as they cast their own expected reactions upon you, assuming your role and designating a place where you will go.

Then the arbitrary system is fully exposed, and you will hide away and cower from it.

It is right there, right outside your front door; try it, and you will see it full well. You may first see what a liar you are to yourself as you try with everything in the sub-basements of your personality to believe that you are indeed just throwing on the most unflattering old pair of sweatpants, or not shaving at all, or washing your face while remaining genuinely normal.

If you manage to pull off an honest act, which is highly doubtful, you will nearly always supplicate to crowd-pleasing and the consensus eye of the beholder—and your personality will change. You will become defensive and even hostile and aggressive at times, until they begin to invalidate you with outright lies and labels. Just like that, simply for being authentic to yourself, you have become a monster to society at large.

Merits are not what you think. You are given boons for performance, like a monkey on a rope. People are not what you believe them to be. The entire thing is right out there in the open; are you brave enough to find out?

The brightest among you will only expertly pretend to do this, performing a calculated counter-culture posture. With their cornrows, patchouli, and peppermint soap, toting black leather pants and bindi accessories, they are vanity pretending to play peek-a-boo with itself. Further, they will self-delude, posturing themselves as organic and authentic, only going to certain places and pretending to be someone else entirely. Here, the dark shades of the pentagrams begin to show all too obviously—the raw truth.

Venture out with no social construct modifications, and truly see how you are really regarded. See how sick and twisted sisterhood and brotherhood truly are in raw reality, completely unmasked from the underlying thread of identical artifice.

If you are a deep thinker, you may reflect back on all the times you got breaks in your life that further reinforced the false specter of who you thought yourself to be, and realize that you were always false—that you were always a liar living in the cult of the liar's chamber. Where did all the energy from your effort go? You were paying a tax to a carnal energetic ledger, feeding another entity all along, giving it exactly what it was always demanding from you before you were ever born into this carnal war zone.