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Words are genes. Certain words are paired up together to create impressions. This is key to systems like propaganda systems. One way to counter these kinds of systems is to combat the sequences of words with other sequences that create a different impression in the listeners. Create conflicts that the listener can unconciously resolve by changing their behaviour and value systems.
We see in systems of consumer culture advertising with all kinds of interconnected words that entice us to buy something. If we could make a game of destroying these bogus connections, we can free ourselves from the control of the greedy ones. By using words that are not normally used together, we create new associations, new paths in the brain. These new paths have to prove in the short term to be the preferred paths, so the value system of the listener changes. Negative examples are 'poison gasoline suicide', 'road to hell', 'republican central heating system', 'meat cancer', and 'death driver'. Positive examples are 'organic peace', 'wildlife wealth', 'freedom garden', 'marijuana heaven', 'psychedelic genius', and 'mushroom revelations'.
The really good pairings of words make us laugh and we are more likely to remember them. Then, some of us will generate more of these to keep up the spirits. They are self-propagating. There is like an underground language that develops, which can spread around if there is the enticing quality of knowing the truth versus not knowing the truth. It's a righteous quality that people admire, the pride of being free from the chains of dogma, drudgery, and domination by others and over others.
Imagine big arrows pointing down to a little spot. The arrows entice some people to look closely at the spot. Other people might not look closely enough. On the spot is the secret, the symbol of truth, the seed that reveals the plant. Without the seed, you can't have the plant. The seed must be cherished and cultivated. The new plant will not branch, leaf, and flower if it does not get the attention it deserves. The plant is the only thing that can grow in such amazing, fullfilling diversity. Symbols could be devised that mix corporate symbols with organic symbols, thereby creating the laughter of truth's revelations. The joke is on the greedy, while those that know are laughing. A symbol might be a christian cross overlaid on top of nazi swastika. Isn't it strange that I even have to say nazi here, because the nazi's stole the swastika from india where it means peace. It shows how well the nazi's used this technique of word/symbol mixing.
It seems that the metallurgists who work in the big corporate metal factories would know how to make a dangerous chemical that poisons people who are not wanted in society. This could be activated through heat from a burning match perhaps, heating a metal screen in a smoking pipe. Perhaps there are special means of routing water poisons through municipal water supply systems to control, damage or destroy certain populations or even households. Or ways to control electrical signals to effect the metabolism or brain functioning of populations or households or even individuals.
As I sit here writing, and I just think about what I am doing, I am looking at a smooth hard boring kind of thing, and it seems to be glowing with little squiggles in rows. Everything is kind of mechanical looking, straight lines, little angles, drop shadows that are a cartoon of reality's subtle play of light. I look closer and see tiny lines, horizontal and vertical, sort of a texture, but I can feel it through the glass. The outer frame and case are slippery and have a faint eggshell like texture, again boring, without all the subtle modulations in a piece of driftwood, or waterworn stone. And I'm typing, tension in my shoulders and an ache in my slouch that any forest dweller would never recognize, because they have the freedom gained by knowing the organic secrets, the freedom to move whenever they want to. Perhaps this is how it might be when you read this. This boring, dead, manmade object with squiggles on it that makes your back, eyes and wrists hurt. Words just hurt, because they are not the truth.
As I read, my eyes move back and forth over the squiggles in an erratic hurried way, consuming this unfullfilling, choking, styrofoam dust. Still hungry, I look away for any kind of odd interesting distraction with the mystery of shadows and subtlety. My wrist flies up in pain from the typing, and instead of caressing it vigourously with impatience to get back to the task of writing, I lovingly caress it lightly with my fingertips. The difference is amazing, and if you don't know this feeling, then you don't know it.
One could insert subtle sounds into the environment that eventually modulate to a new sound that makes the listener understand and learn something. One could do a piece of music that gradually introduces elements the take the listener on a trip. The frequency of these new plateaus of experience should be a comfortable pace for the individual listener. The frequency would be modulated to match the changes in the listener's attention span.
The trick is learning something new. If the listener is learning, they are growing, transforming, bifurcating. But if the listener cannot learn, they are going to look somewhere else for satisfaction. We do what we want to learn most. So perhaps word of mouth is the best way to propagate the ideas, because the social orgasm of laughing is a bonding, and a group understanding of the truth. The seed of truth that germinates and soars skyward like a tree.
The sun is God, and the plants know this. There is no doubt in their minds, it is revealed in their memory which is their individual shape and their genetic shape.
The pace of the words or experiences could modulate so that there is an extra level of learning that is going on, so that the experience is that it is controlled by someone on the outside. A puppeteer, greedy corporate torturers, or god. Thinking this through, the level and the meta-level, we realize that we are gods, the god is within us, and that god is looking down on us. God is everywhere as they say, so get used to god, enjoy laughing with god, and sleeping with god, whatever that means to you, and it could mean that you have more gods as babies. And then we have the confusion of dealing with another question. Is there one god or more than one god? There can't be zero gods because zero gods is two words, and some of those words are gods. No god exists is three words, and more than half of the words say god exists.
Peace, know god exists, be god to others, and sleep in the shadow of god. There is the inside, the outside, and the subtle veil between.
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