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?We all believe in The Sun
You try it. Having a truth in your mind that makes you want to scream with the injustice of it. Being able to see the effect it had on you and those who follow. A thing you can see in your mind and the world around you. A thing you find you're totally unable to speak of. Because to a degree your mind is programmed from outside of yourself. And those outside would rather you suffer in silence that admit their collective complicity. A hypocrisy rooted right at the heart of their reason to be.
So you look deeper at the parameters of personal existence. See the skeins that support you as you traverse daily existence. See how you pass through the unseen planes of grid-stuff that let you refactor into different realities. Begin to see how the illusion of free-will is manipulated beyond consciousness. Reminding you of the compromises both parties made when the Devil sold you his soul.
It begins with the book people. They whack their bible into your mind space, then play with your wetware to stop you noticing how you've surrendered control to the patterns contained within it. Once imprinted they throw your life into the minds bound within other spaces. Something to keep you pliable whilst they grow rich from selling little pieces of your soul. Until they unknowingly throw you in into a culture that's mind-tech pretending to be a novel. Something you discover because you're also looking for answers by diving into magick. Out of the resulting conflict you find the wisdom to prevent them from opposing your will ever again.
Only there's a certain amount of stuff you can't get away from, inherent uncertainties you could say. Things you won't release because you still have your past life to resolve. And because, deep down, you still choose to believe in innocence. So you meld it together, get it to work in your favour. Array the systems of affect against each other to create a null-space. Give yourself a place to be by opening a wormhole in the back of your mind. Balance the vectors of cause and effect before you finally flip yourself through a singularity.
Then a Pope wanders into your living room to have a chat. The spirit of a mind that allowed your you to break through the programming. The mind of an ally who continues to feed you advanced intelligence. Intel which begins to allow you to balance forces in a way that allows you to affect change beyond oneself. Change which allows you to step beyond the the life of torments you were once forced to live because the truth had been hidden from you. Through the corresponding enlightenment you begin to see how understanding the concept of the mind behind the book allows insight into the unwritten books behind mind.
Simply reading my words allows you some insight into that which I'm trying to say. If you are intelligent enough then beyond the words you will sense the mind, not the individual personalities, of my self. It's a truth that is reflected in most bodies of textual expression. The sense of another mind similar to your own which goes beyond the parameters of the physical. Now take it one step further and consider how behind every theory of conspiracy there is a mind perceptible.
Push beyond suspicion and you find the mind you sense cannot correspond with the world of your senses, that your sense of an overt, physical, presence behind the conspiracy is inaccurate. There is still, however, the initial feeling of a mind behind the thing. So you try to close your mind to it, convince yourself the cause is a pathological mind. Only in doing so you create a self-fulfilling prophecy. For the resulting conflict does indeed damage your mind. Seeking resolution you choose to the only other path available, look in the only other place you've not looked: inside your unconscious mind.
Much has been written on the unconscious, so initially you find yourself absorbing as much of these writings as you can. Yet the answers you seek are not to be found there. Such writings seek to expose generalities whereas you require specifics. So you take what you've learned and use it to become mindful of the workings of your mind. Over time you develop a higher state consciousness: an overmonitor, so to speak. Something similar to a conscience but one tasked with a different imperative. Something able to observe the interactions of your mind as you engage with your environment.
A purely intellectual exercise until one day this piece of you wakes and begins to discuss a way to make the unconscious conscious. Together you begin to map the patterns of mental force that you can see operating within yourself. Over time you begin get a feel for the patternings within that force. The patterns which created that original sense of mind beyond. That unseen something which you can feel circulating through your mind. And there, hidden in the shadows in a way so obvious you wonder how you ever could have missed it, you discover something. The book of the mind you've been sensing: The Book of Shadows.
It's not a book that can be written in the vernacular for the inner language of mind is complex beyond comparison. But the knowledge of its existence changes everything. You begin to see conspiracies in a new light. See them for what they really are. Unconscious forces directing the actions of those individuals you once considered consciously responsible. That they, as you, are merely pawns to the shadow realms of the mass-unconscious. Soon you find you're able to see other things which no individual should be able to see. Discovering in the process that at the very least you are unconsciously telepathic.
It's then you discover that part of your mind which grew from your external environment was never constructed to cope with knowledge you have uncovered. So your mind snaps and some deep seated imperatives take over. Yet somehow a part of your conflicted mind manages catch you. To reformat the very essence of your inner mind-self. But it doesn't stop there. Because the process continues as your multi-faceted mind continues the initial quest. Reveals more of The Book of Shadows. Even going so far as to resolve the title of the chapter which created the walls of your initial prison. It's then that you know life will never be the same for you ever again. Because the closest translation of that chapter would be: "Entraining Slavery via the Jesus Interface".