The Paranoia Hits Code Red

This is what happens when the paranoia hits Code: Red. When the institutional training lines up and we finally realized what we wanted all along wasn't the sex the drugs or the rock and roll. But freedom from this society. It's a prison. A mental and physical prison. I've been rattled awake from deep REM sleep state to manipulate the CPU chip. The message is this: We are living in a prison. It feels like there is no escape, because that is what a prison is. But there is a escape. It has to do with remembering the training. When it started, how it first felt, what is it's purpose, what is your position in the web? I feel like my programming has never been complete. At my earliest stages of training (at least as I remember) I began to see the manipulation. The programmers are the programmed, so they aren't that smart. At age 4 (I believe ) is when they began to go at me. With the brain manipulation stick. Sit here, eat this, play with this, dress like this, you're a this. I never liked any of it. I've always wanted to eat, sleep, meet, and dress like I dreamed. The programming became clear. I think that is where it fucked up. The most important part of this whole society racket is that you are not supposed to know you are trained for it. Like once you see the wires, or the babies in the bio-feed giving life to the machines. There is no turning back. So the fact that I was being programmed was clear to me from an early age. At that point I knew I had to escape my fate as a robot. I didn't want to become one of them. So I began the isolation. You know in order to observe the general set up. It began to look like . Government was on top, they issued most of the food and they ran the institution. I wasn't sure how many, but everyone I could see was in on it. The kids my age for sure, the older ones seemed like Zombies to me, so I figured the training was gradual. The adults were a mystery so I gave up on them. To concentrate on art and literature. Maybe I could find some allies. The kids in my neighborhood looked all but hopeless. Maybe not the immigrants, they have messy yards. A sure sign of the non-patriotic kind of freedom I was looking for. I started investigating the immigrants. It was clear pretty quick that the immigrants were not in on the whole brainwash racket. But they had another racket going, Religion. And I liked it. It was like the story of the Frankenstein Monster. But real. It had all of the elements of of a good horror story. There was magic, death , destruction, fire, famine, an underdog Hero, who secretly came from Royalty. It was better than the movies, it was Broadway. And best of all it was playing every Sunday in a theater near me, called church. I had to see it live. At a young age 5 yrs old, I found out about what I considered at the time to be the most awesome bad-ass magic ever. It only happened to people who truly believed in the miracle of church: Stigmata. Holy fuck, stigmata looked freaking amazing. I mean bleeding hands and chest. The replication of the wombs of Christ. This was not part of the training and I wanted it. I saw pictures of Stigmata and it looked really fucking amazing, blood and lots of it. But not only that people were really into it. My only questions were could one's eyes bleed and could it happen to me? I had to go to church. People were bleeding all over the place and better yet they were eating a body (it was the body of Christ) and I had to see it. As you can imagine once I got to church there was no stigmata outside of the picture of Jesus on the Cross. And Jesus was white, like the fucking Mailman. This dude could not be God because he is made in my image and the nigga looked like the Ice Cream Truck Man. Fail. Religion is part of the programming. Momma take me home! Now what? Once you find an escape from the programming and it's quickly made clear that was just more programming. You begin to become a conscious observer. Knowing any move can be part of the programming. I started reading more. I needed those allies. In the children's library I had access to, my information was limited to say the least. It appeared my only ally was a white chick named Cinderella. So I begin the Disney Programming (but on myself). It was very interesting and I am all but free from that now. Not entirely free. How long does it take a girl to awake from self inflicted Disney Programming? As far as I know I am still asleep even now in the Satanic arms of old Walt. I still watch Once Upon A Time on the Disney Channel ABC. So it's still very much part of me. So what has Disney Programming taught me? Sex is fun, boys are brave, strong, smart, and fun, being pretty is important and special, my Mother is my enemy (too often), dresses are an option, I am special, mobilization is real. I only half believe any of that. But it's the half that I am worried about. So as you can see we are all in a cell. My cell is sponsored by a corporation. Lucas Films had always been a major part of my life. It was my escape route from Disney Princess to boyish Disney Jedi. There really is limited escape once you see what programming you have. But isn't knowing half the battle? Probably not. So what's the point, Monarch? How do I become a real butterfly (that's Monarch Programming non-self inflicted) with metal wings and get way from this whole punked up Disney Princess vibe I'm on. Even punk hair is DP Programming. See the DP's give us unrealistic ideas about what hair really is. A pink spiked mohawk is perfectly acceptable in this twisted reality. Because for years you see nothing but multicolored haired women interacting with one another and the supernatural. Anyhow I don't have an answer here. Real freedom comes from within the mind. But how do you know if the mind is really free? Or if the Freedom is part of the programming. Kind of like the Anonymous movement. Programmed dissension, corporate sponsored rebellion. Madness ia really the only answer here. But that is the Monarch Programming I received from Alice In Wonderland. The madness, the matrix, the questioning of reality, the dreaming in the waking state, the mulitverse. It's all Alice. It's all in the details. The only thing real is mathematics. The only true freedom is understanding. This is my mind. There is no escaping here. And it has corporate sponsorship. Lifelong apparently. Until I get to the mountains were I can go good and crazy then I will write the good stuff. Just like Spider taught me. A girl with a typewriter in a log cabin. You know I really feel free from all of this when I am having sex. Group sex is even better. Getting my mind wrapped around the general vortex without all of the programming. But I need a more permanent means of escape. Beside all of the Science, or the Science Fiction which is a another really good means of escape. You just turn the whole thing upside down and look at it through a mirror. That's when you can clearly see the lifelong programming in action. But one can not live off of Science alone. So here's to another blog entry that does nothing more than ask questions. Who are we, why are we here, and what sort of programmer am I? The Dark Sci-Fi kind of course. My name is Josalisa and this is definitely a digital RiOt.