Augmented Reality, the much anticipated revolution of technology upgrades enhancing our capabilities and radically improving the human experience has failed to live up to its hype. That’s unfortunate because it has consistently lived up to its detractors worst fears. It is well past time that we adopt a term that better describes the reality we are living in. It should be an antonym of the word augmented. I put a few options into the title above. Vote in the comments.
This post is a preface to a series of posts I’m writing about Big Tech’s manipulation of reality itself. From the macro-societal level of inbred globalists, their influence on puppet governments, and their delusions of multination corporate supremacy, to the micro-societal scale of the massively misinformed and mistaken millions, the origins of their produced perspectives, and the overwhelming and unrelenting, yet individually tailored psyop campaigns that have become the dissimilar foundations of their unique individual beliefs.
Here’s Andi!
Before I touch on those, I want to lay my bias and large part of my history and existence on the table so that you will better understand where I am coming from and why I am qualified to speak on these subjects. BTW, the inspiration for this type of disclosure is at least partly due to my agreeing with El Gato Malo on the inevitable coming of the reputation economy. We all will need to get a lot more detailed and a lot more honest about why we have the worldviews we are speaking from. So here, goes.
I would know everything. If given the option choosing one of the following, omniscience, omnipotence, or immortality, I would take the knowledge because that option would give me everything I needed to achieve the other two. That is my main drive, my ultimate goal. It is an all consuming obsession that I would say clearly falls into the realm of a full blown disorder.
To frame that statement let me bring that into perspective with another large part of my life. I am anorexic. I’ve been hospitalized a few times for the condition. That’s a sad confession considering that Anorexia is the deadliest mental illness. Overview - Details It is a disorder that overrides every aspect of life. There is no decision I have ever made where I did not consider how it would affect my weight. Seriously, from the drugs I do, to the food I don’t eat, to the places I go, and the people I see, everything is colored by this disorder.
Last X-Mas I hit the hospital at 98# wearing boots and a leather jacket that weighs at least 10#s. I am 6’0 tall. Think about that for a sec… Now please understand that my obsession with eventually knowing everything has a far greater effect on my life.
Early Education-
Growing up, when my classmates were idolizing Spiderman and other superheroes, I idolized Dr Faustus.. If you are unfamiliar with the cautionary tale, Dr. Faustus is a story by Goethe about a man who sells his soul to the Devil in exchange for the sum total of all knowledge. You may have heard the term Faustian Bargain. Well, I would bleed my name into that contract without hesitation. To this day he is my hero. The only human I would follow in the footsteps of and in a way, I have.
As a kid, I would day dream of having a Faust Box. It was just an undecorated box that had the answer to any question I asked. That may have been inspired, ironically, by the schools I was enrolled in during those formative years. They were a series of ever more traumatic parochial schools. The type of places that skimp on stem* education. Where the winning science fair projects all entail finding a curious phenomena and concluding that God did it. Where the staff has a high percentage of older men without kids of their own who get to spend extended periods of time rearing other peoples’ children without any real oversight or accountability.
*Parochial schools may not prepare their students for careers in scientific industries, but they make up for that by over preparing them for lucrative careers as sex workers. (I could suck dick better than a porn star by the time I hit 6th grade, just saying. Real world skills that can be monetized…).
Luckily, I found a work-around to get an education in those shitholes. In the 70’s, the standard punishments for kids in Xian schools (who disrupted the in-class indoctrination) involved S&M style abuse and forced text transcription. I figured out in 2nd grade that If I acted out, they’d take me to the hallway where no one would see them beat me with a poorly designed cutting board, then make me sit out there all day at a desk by myself, copying pages out books with a pencil.
Did not help my popularity, but it did give me everything I felt I needed at the time. I spent most everyday basking in the warmth of feeling loved** while learning things that may help me in the future. It took me most of 2nd & 3rd grade to completely write out the NIV bible. I would have done it faster, but I had issues finding ways to “be disruptive”.
** I know most people don’t associate being assaulted with feeling loved and cared for, but many do. Speaking optimistically, there may actually be a few benefits to having a totally fucked up childhood. You could gain superpowers and become basically un-defeatable in a fight. Hurt me. No seriously, hurt me as much as you want. You’ll wear out before I do.
Once I’d copied the entire bible, learning got a lot easier. At my next school, using my new found knowledge to show how little the teachers actually knew about their favorite book, I was given the opportunity to do the entire Encyclopedia Brittanica. That took up my entire 4th grade and about half of my 5th grade. That would be the half I attended. When I returned for 6th grade I knocked out their unabridged Websters dictionary before getting myself expelled permanently.
Later Education-
From there, I took up reading obsessively. I will read anything. Chemical data sheets, pharmaceutical inserts, holy books such as the Gita, the Srimad Bhagavatam, and the Vedas, as well as hated texts such as Mein Kampf, The Four Agreements, and The Secret.
Hell, even the entire Twilight series and Dianetics. In high school I was taken in by a friend’s mom. She was nuclear physicist who still had all of her college textbooks. By the time I moved out, I knew her job as well as she did.
Side note- If we live in a digital simulation, and we do, then I am most likely a malfunctioning sensor script. Humans can intake terabytes of information every second with our eyes, ears, nose etc. yet we have no way of divulging even a small percentage of that information over the course of our lives. It is referred to as our I/O problem. Input / Output I view the evolutionary process that created such an imbalance as evidence that that level of information is necessary for something beyond ourselves. So, it seems likely that we are all sensor bots, most of whom seem to function well within the game, but I have never been able to pull it off. Watch any of the videos I’ve posted where I am verbally trying to explain anything. I am clearly malfunctioning.
Shortly after high school, I found out about the World Wide Web. This was before the internet was released. Back when you needed a computer, a touch tone phone, and a cradle modem to reach a BBS, online Bulletin Board System. My apartment at the time wasn’t chosen because of the cost, the proximity to friends, or the accommodations. Nope, I lived there because it was a couple hundred feet from the office of the Garbage Dump BBS. It was convenient. I frequently had to run over and pay for credits to stay online while reading newsgroups.
Internet Research-
In 94’ everything jumped to the new era. The Internet was released to the public and now we had a graphic user interface, easy global access, and web crawler search. The first query I ran was on the technical properties of doorknobs. I got back 100k results. I have never had a dopamine hit as intense as that one.
That was it. My dream had come true. The Faust Box was at my fingertips and, bonus! I didn’t have to sell my soul. At least, that was what I believed at the time. As it turns out, the knowledge itself is what kills the soul. Situational awareness of geopolitical agendas, global financial entities, and the sheer stupidity of self proclaimed elites makes it impossible to maintain a soul, hope, or any semblance of sanity. Fortunately, I didn’t learn enough to fully understand that until 2001.
Growing Dependency-
Somewhere between 1994 and 2016, I became concerned that there might be a finite limit to how much a person can remember. At that point, I could instantly recall details I’d only seen once. I was a walking rolodex of phone numbers, addresses, historical dates, the lyrics of 80s songs (yup… all of them… every word.) etc. etc. but my worry about that storage limit made me rethink how I processed information. I still read constantly, but I outsourced the permanent storage to external devices and the web.
I developed my search skills. With the advent of Google, I went all in on only needing to know how to find what I’d read along with related and contrary information. I became incredibly good at using Google search as my own personal memory management tool. During this time I was able to adapt that learning model to information I had read and to information that I had not read. I learned how to find things online anything I needed online.
Did your degree come with anything other than debt?
With those skills on hand, I jumped into a new career. Well, many careers actually, in many industries. I have applied for anything and everything I found interesting and fully admit that I am creating**** my own life as I go along. When asked what I do for a living, I joke that it’s “Anything anyone wants to pay me for.” and that is the truth.
****If someone calls me up and asks if I know how to do a certain job or activity, I always say yes, regardless, then learn how do it. Every occupation and industry has its own vocabulary. Once you learn it, you can work in that industry and excel at the job.
My ability to adopt specific vocabularies, recall the basics of source documents, and find and utilize info on the fly has allowed me to outperform credentialed experts*** in many different fields.
*** You may have a few extra letters at the end of your name, but I most likely have more accurate and up to date information. I also have the requisite skills to create a fully functional version of your degree which will pass any test of its authenticity, from the paper and ink to the records department of the issuing university. Still believe you are elite?
Other than the crushing burden of debt, which is not attached to my graduate and post graduate studies, I can’t really see a difference between the end result of my methods and the usual route. I went to college and was only a few credits shy of a bachelor’s degree in research psychology (hyper-focussed on Behavior Mod) when I had a change of heart and decided that I didn’t want to be evil. (It’s a long story and involved a whole lot of acid and a mirror, but the end result was that I no longer wished to bend humanity to my will.)
With the academic courses all completed, the rest of higher education involves deep diving specialties in different fields of science and art. That’s where the obsessive reading becomes a far greater benefit than any cryptic additions to the space after a person’s written name.
Medical Research-
No segue, but relevant info for clarity- The true benefit of my obsession came to light in 2008. I’ve had stomach issues since I was a child, most likely due to the prescription meth my mom put me on to counteract the handfuls of bargain basement antihistamines she shoved down my throat every night to put me down, and probably exacerbated by the anorexia, alcoholism, and overall stress of life. My stomach has always been a source of pain. I failed to notice when the pain started growing way worse in 2008. In fact, I failed to notice until long after I’d completely lost the ability to eat (bonus weight loss!! ) and had started puking up blood hourly.
Eventually I made it to a doctor, who sent me on to an oncologist, who referred me to a bunch of specialists at OHSU. She seemed to hate breaking bad news to people without her emotional support group, but once they were all together, they were able to let me know that there was nothing they could do for me. I was toast, but on the bright side, I wouldn’t be around for long enough have to worry about it.
They gave me their prognosis, then explained to me how it was way overly optimistic due to it being counted in days. I think I may have freaked them out when I showed back up a year later to make sure that the symptoms I was once again experiencing had the same cause as before. It’s kind of important to make sure of those details before starting any protocol to successfully treat a terminal illness.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all fun and games. When I got to La Tuna FPC, the BOP had found those medical records and the camp counselor was really curious about how they matched up with my sitting in front of him, breathing. In retrospect, I should have placated his ego and gone with the,
“Yeah, you’re right. Those are clearly both misfilings of the end of two other poor bastards’ lives and I don’t know how they got there.”
Instead, I proudly argued the success of my research and treatment protocol. I felt some serious regrets about doing that, when about a week I later found myself held down on a dentist chair by 6 or 7 steroid enhanced COs as their version of Dr Mengele from the main prison scoped me, sans sedatives, to look for any tell tale trace of the illnesses in the lining of my stomach. “Scarred as fuck” does not even begin to describe the condition of my Upper GI tract, nor does it adequately describe the lasting mental trauma of having that procedure performed without anesthesia.
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So, there’s the general overview of my academic achievements, professional expertise, occupational history, and myriad mental illnesses. “But,” you may be asking, “why should I listen to your series of analysis on-
Big tech’s manipulation of reality itself, from the macro-societal level of inbred globalists, their influence on puppet governments, and their delusions of multination corporate supremacy, to the micro-societal scale of the massively misinformed and mistaken millions, the origins of their produced perspectives, and the overwhelming and unrelenting, yet specifically tailored psyop campaigns that have become the dissimilar foundations of their unique individual beliefs. “
Tragedy is a hell of a helper!
Well, because they were born out of tragedy and hard won, of course. Let’s jump to August of 2022. Nearly 3 years into this bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call today, my sons had turned 18, moved out, and had earned full academic scholarships to UNM. They called me up to tell me that they were most likely going to go get jabbed in the morning to comply with UNM’s idiotic vaxx mandate. I grabbed my laptop and phone, then went to go fight the most important battle of my life.
I could not understand how they had come to this decision. We had lived together for the entire shit show, ate our meals together, and discussed everything. Their surrender to the forces of stupidity came as a complete surprise, but this was a battle I was fully prepared to win. Except, I didn’t win.
For the first time in my life, I failed when it mattered. I mean nothing has ever mattered more to me than their health and well being. I stated my points, but when I broke out my tools to prove those points, I could not find anything online. Every thing I’d read was gone. No search query***** I could think of brought up anything that those same queries had brought just days or weeks before.
“That’s ok, it’s just suppression. I can rework the wording. Nothing!” I frantically tried for hours to document anything I knew to be true. “ok, different words, same topic!! and the results page stays exactly the same. WTF?”
I was speaking to myself as I would a child- “OK, calm down. Try your history. This is the bulk of your page views for the last 2 years. They will be there.” but now those listings were gone. Google is no longer giving relevant results. It just returns pages of pop culture bullshit that stays the same no matter what you add to the query.
*****You may have experienced this when doing searches recently. You list your keywords. They don’t bring back the expected results. So, you reword the search, and hit enter and the results page doesn’t change.
6 hours later the boys humored me and agreed to take a year off from school. Sure, they would lose their scholarships. Everything they had worked for in getting straight A’s from 7th grade on and all the ap courses they took would be rendered pointless, but they would do that for me. I went home in a state of shock. I so badly wanted to believe that I had convinced them, but I knew that everything I had relied on for so long no longer worked. My world was gone and the next day they got the jabs.
After the Fall-
I lost my shit. Over a year later and I am no where near ok. Neither of them has died, so I should count my blessings, but can’t. I have had to accept that most likely, I’ll never have grandchildren. That my kids are experiencing damage due to the banal evil present in that school’s administration is killing me. I failed to protect them when it mattered.
I was suicidal and depressed for the first 6 months, but after writing and recording an original 18 song album, my mood has evolved into a white hot anger and a need to live up to my middle name, Vendetta. The first thing I had to do was to figure out how this had happened.
It is now 7 months since my new, all consuming obsession took hold. I have learned a hell of a lot about what, when, why, where, how, and WHO went into the circumstances leading to that day. A great deal of what I have found is better explained by this guy-
https://www.theepochtimes.com/opinion/how-google-stopped-the-red-wave-4859553
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To show the value of my content- I will explain the functionality, intent and ROI behind modifying suggested search terms. I’ll also go over the manufactured belief of a specific world view consensus due to the flooding of a person with their own viewpoint in response to any attempt to break free of big tech overlords.
Those items, plus updates on the TPM chip. Check back soon.
Thank you for reading this.