The Girl Who Played Chess With God

It is not about becoming the anomaly or observing the anomaly.

It is in understanding what this world truly is, truly means.

It is not about who is observing and tracking you. What a genius you are or how special you know you feel.

None of those experiences are invalid...but they are not the point.

The burden of true sight is extremely severe. And perhaps I have been wrong in assuming, in the past, that it was my duty to teach. At least, not everyone.

I am one of the anomalies, and through my history here I have discovered others. We do not all have the same specialties or capacities.

There has been stalking...there has been something darker too. I am sure some of you know what I speak of. Darker forces, technology and psychic depatterning. You seem to all think you are the only one, or that your pain is the worst in this.

But what you must understand is that you are part of the containment of perception, and that there are many of us who have been subjected to such, as we have "broken through" in different ways.

I can't speak for any of you, but I have witnessed, observed, and described phenomena far beyond what most of humankind will ever experience. And I am isolated, because there is a world out there which is comfortably mundane for the vast majority of humankind. But I...have probed deeply into the abyss. In a sense you can say I am broken, but I have no regrets...

But there is certainly the heavy burden of silence. I can write, oh yes, but few from my non-cyber audience can make it through what I say and come up with a single indication that I have penetrated...some perceptual barrier. In fact, it seems they are beyond even bafflement, beyond questions, "what do you mean by this?" and such. There is just silence and disinterest...it as if they have read nothing. Seen nothing. Not even something worth disbelief.

So I have my secret world, where a precious few derive some sort of insight from my first-hand experiences with hyperdimensional forces and intelligences.

And here, I can be honest, I can be "insane" because that is the expectation in this place, and also the running joke. It is where the other-worldly can co-exist with the insane, and only those of true perception and discriminating eyes can tell the difference.

A way to be free...and to speak. Because I will tell you that my knowledge is haunting. What I have seen, experienced, learned, as miraculous and enthralling - is intense. It cannot be discarded. Ordinary life can be feigned, but the unseen scene haunts the dream, shows up most unexpectedly as the spirit calls for it to manifest....

It is not only an inescapable part of who I am, but I have no regrets, even when things are unbearable, and the daily trivialities which obsess the media mind machine force me to assume a deadening facade, the face of a person who can relate to the ordinary. I pretend, GLP...pretending, and bearing the weight of my consciousness. While I rack my brain, while my heart tells me that I can be doing and saying something which matters, in my gut I feel something like resignation, that even if people can listen, they cannot really hear a thing....

Some can. Sure. I try to go with them as far as I can, to show them a whole new world, but inevitably I must pull myself short because I see they are not ready to penetrate the morass. Humanity...could not go on functioning and taking care of itself if it were capable of doing so, not at this time. I myself cannot live like an ordinary human any longer...I live in frozen, stolen time, trying to work out how to move forward, but also how to function in the confines of a matter-realm so removed from the vastness inhabited by my mind.

Pretentious, right? But this is my world. And I am not alone.
The anomaly is older than me, but I wanted something greater than that old story, the messiah king to save us all from our sin. And I knew that the anomaly needed to exist. And that necessity in an unstable, fragmented world, an electric sentience conjunction of a biological as well as technological network, there is an anomaly bound to exist.

the flaw in the system - the entropy - the liminality between perception, the line on the horizon of above and below. in this space of uncertainty, there is infinite energy. the energy for an egregore, old and new, to emerge. To change every story permeating the consciousness of mankind...

these archtypal forces are not latent daydreams. they are energetic and dynamic. have you heard of critical mass? of the hundreth monkey effect? it doesn't matter to me if its mine. All that matters is that dynamo of latent potential, the form of which is hidden to even itself...because....maybe one day, it will reveal the truth. If not today...if not tomorrow...if not a thousand years from now...perhaps outside the boundary of time...those astral hyperentities can put the pieces together. who knows? or perhaps it was all in vain?

heh.

Guy: "If loss, then there was a mistake made on my end or yours. If victory, a win over opponent that made a mistake. Stalemate means both opponents know the rules completely and account for all future possibilities associated with each move of chess piece and relationship between one and others. So, if we move and reach stalemate then what left to do afterward?"