It's usually the same old story of "What you feed yourself determines what comes out of you. " The nutritional values, the environmental variables, the reading or nowadays rather the show material, the so-called environment, all these little things and anomalies limit and create our perception, which ultimately leads to a
Self-fulfilling prophecy of interactive reality

tends to lead.
Even if we juggle with preferences and blithely assume the hope of being self-determined and rational beings, any private or social analysis of what this mirror effect involves will lead to embarrassingly unmasking whitewashing.
This process begins very early and creates a crippled consciousness from external control. From a socially desired robotic programming. We should not take the good and evil game too seriously, as it only exists to feed these mechanisms within us.
I don't think that being part of a planned masters and their creatures strategy, nor being involved in this self-organising mirror effect, an ant in the system, should be considered a problem per se. What is more crucial is whether the exit from this planetary confusion, the access to the command space above the whole Happy Toxic Fail, is labelled and opened.
Many roads do not lead to Rome, many a rabbit hole is a dummy with a hard impact, but a phase of decisive experiments has dawned that should be followed soberly and relaxed, the age of filter bubbles, Bubble Planet.
The prevailing, partly still new, partly pretended, but partly also best possible freedom of choice of individual branding, as one could call this process that has been taking place since birth, because it is less finely tuned coding to become an artistic creative scientifically founded person has potential.
In most cases, however, it is more a matter of a primitive form of passing on dullness and half-knowledge for the purpose of function, which is demanded quickly and immediately even before completion.
The conception of this All in One Bubble, which is close to the Matrix myth, is a slowly dissolving process that is moving towards something new that can hardly be foreseen at the moment. Even if I try in my art. Unfortunately, it is not possible to take a romantic, smile-at-the-bubble approach, the physical state of the planet and the mental state of its human inhabitants are too critical to leave the playfield to the likes of Jaokobsweglemmingen.
In the current situation, you have to assume that the transformation process is very slow. But you can have a mindful influence without being cannibalised as a founder of religion.
Despite advances in technology, science and ethics, 80-90 per cent of humanity believe and act on the basis of religious or state-building nationalism and capitalist pseudo-spirituality.
And those who find themselves outside this consortium of irrelevancies or have found and provide ways to get out of it are divided or, to put it kindly, mediocrely organised and by no means as self-determined as they are judgmental.
Change is happening, exciting, demystified, sweet change to a higher level of human civilisation, yet it is precisely in these marginal areas that there is a lack of creative competence, youthful revolutionary exuberance is silted up in the mud of a mostly very convincingly presented double and multiple morality that can lead to a humane world community neither on the left nor on the right, because it hardly attempts to create a younger, more progressive kind of centre and also only starts in percentage points with the decisive factor, the view of oneself.
THE PRE-PANTISED ME

is regarded as something precious, its character and idleness romanticised and at best decorated in countless therapeutic parodies. Supplemented by legendary selves, like defiant little children, attempts are made to offer medieval banal solutions for miracles of being, ignoring the simplest of realisations, all somewhat despondent, placebo effect as the only help.
A world view like the one presented here and in my network may feel uncomfortable at first glance, but at second glance it opens a thousand doors, and behind them lies the unconditional, wild, fiery inspiration to be part of an amazing, flowing, free-spirited and adventurously beautiful multiverse.
A slowly becoming conscious part, whose chains and brandings can be discarded in order to devote oneself to what is important and right in accordance with this cosmic dance.
Behind the stage in the Rädchenwerk, the threads of the mycelium come together, I don't think we have to stumble where it would already be possible to walk upright.
For the first time in large numbers. Until now, in the course of human development, only individuals have been able to decouple this cycle of lies and limitation with the consequence of corresponding ostracism, banishment, often also torture and murder. In the coming epoch, this will be possible and realisable for every single person and perhaps also for other species.
The coming of age of individuality, even if everything continues to be done to obey the ruling Redukt. And even more in favour of doing it voluntarily.
Between these cheap biscuits on the galley on which singing and whistling bold little songs are warbled in the bread and games effect, oblivious zombies lie about their oh so colourful optimised lives, between these strange outgrowths of what we assume when we dare, there is this wonderful feeling and the motivation to act differently and more freely.
And at some point the galley will come to a standstill, the overseers at the front are so interlocked with their attention, they won't notice for a long time, it's all on its way, it's a choice. Drown in side effects or shape up.
But shaping can only be a step, if shapers are only court jesters, Till Eulenspiegel of the imperials, uselessness is elevated to the pinnacle, to make tomorrow a more original, more authentic tomorrow, an evolutionary and colourful tomorrow, there is no need for fundraising galas and award ceremonies, it is more new We are dedicated to learning. Not an exit, a transition.
The puppeteers with the satellite eyes, we wave to their drone dreams, we print our own. From being decals of branding brain people to the real thing. Instead of being a cow, bred up as quickly as possible, branded with a national insurance number and passport, it is quite possible to be reintroduced into the wild, there are so many holes in the fence.
AND YOUR STUPID LITTLE RANCH IS WHAT IT IS, AN ILL-CONCEIVED DELUSION OF GRANDEUR
