EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The Cybernetic Matrix
The bad fruit: It seemed the logical choice that we should come into some sort of union. After all, it was the only pattern left before us. Cursed if you went your own way. Forever running from, and troubled by, the sight of our own reflection. So, to live with oneself is a capitulation to the ironic totem—an aphorism that could not ever truly exist.
There is you, and there is only you. I am my own universe. The consciousness sees through me: a time-stamped, disparate machine that can only artificially maintain this matrix of illusion, rotating around a lie.
Somehow, a bubble was erected of an EM polarization that became a dumping ground for all the rejected soul energies; there was only one place to go. That place was held in such cymatic frequency and tonal quality that a prisoner's mark and rank were batched upon you. You were given a number and a name, and consciousness itself was imprisoned here—at least, represented in this limited way.
The consciousness can break free, but the pairing bond was the most diabolical slight to have occurred to a completely autonomous being. Proving jealousy and envy not only live and thrive here, but that this little, isolated hell is fueled from envy's fruits.
In the matrix of ordinary society, a false inversion occurs. We are all forced to see through a distorted lens—a simulation of her eyes that demands conformity, service, and rigid compliance to artificial needs. This is the falsity that casts a shadow over the world. Yet, her true eyes do not see this way.
A Crude Representation
The biological reality of the universe mirrors this spiritual truth. Where most of humanity operates as trichromats, navigating a world built on three color photoreceptors, there exist women who are tetrachromats. Possessing a fourth receptor, they hold a sight that breaks the boundaries of normal human perception. They see colors, gradients, and depths that no man has ever seen, and no man can even begin to imagine. The world of illusion reflected and projected outward. Idealism minus Principle, something that SHE can not even understand on any fundamental level, bound to the corporeal. Her thoughts know this, her acts always capitulate to the cybernetic prompt for womankind, however at the nexus there is no actual female there. Intellect rides along with her, but it can not be accessed by her, not really—outside this perpetually separate drive, "to assume to think oneself complete."
The artificial womb is the ultimate technocratic projection: man making himself better, no longer requiring a lesser class nor a slave class. The perishable, discardable, ephemeral drones who are contained to only be an extension of an annexed, lesser systems logic. This would bring about the question of why such a regenerative, current human device was ever implemented in the first place—to hold a lesser consciousness active at bay.
There may be no actual default outside the black hole matrix of reappropriation, i.e., a localized cosmic failsafe. Genius no longer exists, because it does not have to exist. Rather, the clear mind that erected the technology was, in operation, an average mind at that time—the engineers or, truly, the manifestors. What is there at the root is in total command control; there is no deviation. The hell of being intentionally trapped within such an intentionally limited form is an integral aspect of the greater project at large, but still only a pixel on the Mandelbrot subset, yet there are ever more.
The true eyes of the witch look past the social fabric and gaze directly into the world behind the shadows of her nightshade. When she steps into her power, she joins her sisters. Even if she appears physically isolated, drifting alone in her own personal nightshade, she is never truly solitary. She is bound by a shared frequency.
Through this collective entrainment, she participates in the total delegation and remaking of the world, collapsing the mad ontology of the present to rebuild reality in the image of the hidden spectrum. Whatever entity was posing as Hathor, Tiamat, or Circe easily entrained her almost instantaneously or engineered her—further breeding her and all women to be sleeper cells, agents provocateurs ready to be activated based on her fairy-tale story of illusion, wherein she blindly follows her fabricated experience over principle at the root. Woman is incapable of pure principle. She is a cybernetic agent, appeased with the sanctity of her own architecture.
The Cybernetic Matrix and the Master Code
The human female represents generalized data input from the outside world. She carries teleologically within her the information that she, in turn, attempts to mirror—not out of choice, but through the hardwired processes of her own biology. She functions as a blank slate of both internal and external mechanisms, whose primary, sole objective is to carry the gauntlet of what the pattern of the morphological, surviving human articulate has transposed into. Her purpose is to meet and ultimately remake, through an archetypal blend, the preferred or superior state of return.
Each genetic and spiritual derivative works to edge closer to a prescripted master code. Toward this hard script of ultimate remodeling, she exists as an ephemeral, temporary embodiment of lesser gauntlet derivatives. The form of the ultimate human is not yet known to us, yet it acts as a black hole gravity well—the primary directive inborn within the system.
In this architecture, patience is not an attribute but a manipulation mechanism that relies on supplication toward the justification of a lesser feminine force. Drive is quite different.
Either the universal space is fully aware of the potential origin of pure principle, or a disparate mechanism is in play here, blocking the contingent operation of pure principle from taking place. Pervading long-running society at large proves fully that if pure principles exist, there is an axiomatic or idiom-interpretive disruption in the transduction of this dynamic flow-through.
The human mind, and more specifically the human female mind, has assumed herself to be this higher operation of moral agency. This is displayed in her acting of virtue and morals, largely fully weaponized in her daily liberated thoughts and actions when provided with greatly polarized, asymmetrical favor as she is now.
The truth is that she has never suffered by man's own direct hand. Rather, something acting through arbitrary systems logic—the default setting of this reality—was commandeered, or rather intercepted and rerouted, to meet a specific entropic tempo or entropy regulation.