Hopkins's Arrow

It feels like it’s finally high time we stop ignoring the players who are constantly pulling our strings at every single level—including the spiritual one. Until we actually grasp the basic facts of our objective reality (which barely has anything to do with this so-called “consensus reality”), making any real progress is pretty much impossible.
We can just keep splashing around in an illusion for a while longer, but we really need to keep in mind that even that "while longer" has its limits.

The wake-up call should have happened yesterday, but—today—is officially the last chance!

People who are sleepwalking through spirituality can only ever dream; there’s just no way they’ll ever truly experience or understand it.
I’m sharing a piece here based on material from the book Alien Love Bite by Eva Lorgen, (http://www.alienlovebite.com) which dives into some crucial ways our lives are being manipulated by those “who officially don't exist.”

(Translation of the text under the original title - The Love being : alien Orchestrated human Bonding Dramas)

The famous case involving Budd Hopkins—specifically the UFO kidnapping near the Brooklyn Bridge—brought attention to a phenomenon that hasn't been talked about much until now. As he describes it, it involves alien experiments designed to influence humans to enter intimate relationships with one another. In Hopkins's recently released book, Witnessed, we find a dramatic account of the kidnapping of Linda Cortile in 1989, right from an apartment window in Manhattan, USA. There were three witnesses to this unbelievable event, one of whom was "Richard," someone Linda Cortile had known since she was a child and later as a young woman, before she was taken by aliens. These experiences, which both Linda and Richard shared during their respective alien kidnappings and within their dreams, are considered a form of alien manipulation to force humans into intimate bonds.

According to Hopkins, these kinds of intimate relationships Linda and Richard had aren't anything new among those who are regularly kidnapped by aliens. Plenty of others who have been frequently abducted have described similar patterns. It goes something like this: one of the abductees meets another person who is also being regularly abducted, either during an actual abduction or through incredibly vivid, lucid dreams. Some kind of verbal or physical interaction takes place between them to kickstart the bond. This can repeat several times until the two finally enter a relationship. The nature of the experiences themselves seems tailor-made to fit their individual tastes and desires. Interestingly, the partners involved in these intimate encounters during an abduction don't always remember them. Often, only one partner remembers, while the other might just have vague, lingering feelings... However, when both partners meet in real life, there’s this instantaneous sense of familiarity, making it incredibly easy for them to fall for each other.
There are plenty of variations in how this plays out, but in most cases, one partner falls significantly harder than the other, often leaving them with a crushing sense of unrequited love. The connection between these paired individuals is such that they feel a magnetic pull toward each other, often surfacing in strange or unexpected situations. This whole romantic setup can involve a series of coincidences, intense dreams, and romantic encounters during alien interactions. These orchestrated events are frequently intimate or sexual in nature, causing one partner to develop an intense love or even an obsession with the target. In most instances, both abductees are already married or in committed relationships, but none of that matters. This emotional, passionate, and sometimes even telepathic connection between people orchestrated by aliens is nothing like a normal romance. Some have described it as the most phenomenal love imaginable, or even a spiritual merging with their partner—as if heaven itself brought them together. Then, the inevitable happens, and it’s catastrophic. The partner who was the target suddenly "switches off," leaving the one who fell deeply in love to be left painfully broken by unrequited love...

Usually, when someone picks a partner, there’s this initial spark of romantic or friendly interest, but then things just go cold out of nowhere—often right after a UFO kidnapping or some weird "dream" experience. If either person can actually remember what happened during those encounters, they often realize they were intimately connected to each other once or more in those other realms. Some people who've been taken say they’ll get these sudden mental flashes—kind of like astral projection—of their loved one, triggering intense jealousy, obsessive love, longing, or just that heavy ache of unrequited feelings. It’s the kind of thing that follows you from one relationship to the next, and honestly, it’s emotionally draining...

I’m going to lay out a couple of cases that I believe are prime examples of The Love being : alien Orchestrated human Bonding Dramas, where aliens pull the strings on human intimacy. In both instances, we’re looking at total obsession that left one partner completely wrecked. In the second case, the whole thing was rigged to sabotage a potential romance between two people. I’ve swapped names and details to protect my clients' privacy...

Charlie and Sarah

Charlie and Sarah both have long histories of UFO kidnapping, and they crossed paths at a party once. The second they saw each other, they felt this instant sense of familiarity and attraction. They talked, traded numbers, and tried to stay in touch. Charlie was hit by this massive wave of romantic passion for Sarah, even though she was already happily married. To him, she felt incredibly familiar—he was convinced he’d seen her before, whether in his dreams or during his actual abductions. He has these hazy, dream-like memories of intimate moments with her, even being able to recognize specific moles on her body that he shouldn't possibly know about. Now, Charlie is totally obsessed, calling her multiple times a day. He vents to her about his alien experiences, claiming the extraterrestrials are actually the reason they found each other because they share "similar energy frequencies." Sarah doesn't remember any of this and feels zero romantic connection to him. Still, she’s shaken by how much Charlie knows about her body and the bizarre coincidences happening between them lately. Charlie keeps getting these new "memories" of intimacy with her, and he even sees visions of a future together involving a child. In fact, he’s convinced that the child from Sarah’s current marriage is likely his, and she just doesn't realize it yet. He’s become so fixated on this "special future" they’re supposed to have that he completely ignores every hint Sarah gives that she isn't interested. She eventually starts dodging him, leaving him totally devastated by his unrequited feelings. This obsession is so deeply rooted in him now that he can't stop hoping for that special connection. After all, that’s exactly what the aliens told him, and Charlie desperately wants to believe they’re here for our own good...

part two:

Andrew, Sharon, and Ingrid

Andrew, a 32-year-old guy with a history of alien kidnapping, just can't seem to make a relationship stick. He fell hard for this gorgeous woman named Sharon. But after about two months of dating, everything went sideways. One night while they were sleeping, two Grey aliens wearing hooded robes showed up. Andrew remembered the first part of the abduction, but the sheer terror of it all hit him so hard his memory just went blank... Next morning, Sharon was a total wreck—super agitated and emotionally checked out. Later, Andrew found out one of those Greys had actually stabbed her in the side with some sharp, arrow-like object, while simultaneously warning her to stay away from him. She was terrified. Even though she could see a triangular scar on her body, she tried to brush it off as just a nightmare. Less than two weeks later, the spark was gone; Sharon seemed completely "switched off," and she dumped him shortly after, which absolutely crushed him. A few months down the line, the aliens came back for Andrew. During this encounter, he had these vivid, gut-wrenching visions of Sharon acting like a total slut, having sex with his best friend, and basically feeling like his buddy was stabbing him in the back. It left him spiraling with this intense wave of jealousy and rage toward his ex...
Then there was the situation with Ingrid, another relationship where the aliens decided to meddle. Unlike Andrew, Ingrid didn't remember the visit at all. Andrew, however, clearly saw a tall, Grey alien in the room and watched Ingrid sitting on the bed, her face frozen in a mask of pure horror, looking like she wanted to scream but couldn't. During the encounter, Andrew actually tried to snap at one of them, asking, “Why do you keep interfering?” Not even a few seconds after he asked, he felt this agonizing pain and blacked out. Once the abduction ended, Ingrid’s vibe shifted instantly—she went from being friendly to openly hostile, and their whole thing just imploded. When Andrew kept pushing for answers, the aliens just bombarded him with lines like, "She wasn't one of us. You are one of us. We don't need her; she isn't part of this. She doesn't understand us." Or the classic, "You aren't ready to know yet." After these two relationships fell apart, the aliens projected these seductive images into Andrew's mind—visions of a beautiful, exotic Lieutenant with children, telling him she was his future wife and family. The implication was pretty clear: "Follow our lead and do what we say, and this is what we'll provide for you." Well, it never happened. They were lying. These days, Andrew lives alone and doesn't trust a single word these things say when they mess with his love life. Still, he keeps a bit of hope that he'll get past it all, and he's actually had some success resisting them when they try to take him...

Sophia, George, and Dave

Sophia, a 33-year-old married mother, started hunting for the truth behind her long-term encounters with aliens. Her husband, George, wasn't into any of that spiritual stuff or the UFO phenomenon. He wasn't an abduction victim; he was just a guy focused on working hard and building his career. His emotional distance left Sophia feeling incredibly lonely, searching for someone who actually understood her. During Sophia's encounters, George would be "dead to the world"—either totally unconscious or just completely oblivious. Other times, he was out of town or just unavailable. When their daughter turned two, she’d wake up screaming in the middle of the night, trying to hide in her closet to "escape the monsters." This often happened on the same nights Sophia was having her own "nightmares" involving aliens. During those times, their daughter would act strangely toward George, almost like she was angry at him. While searching for a therapist to help process the kidnappings, Sophia met an older man named Dave. Dave had also been abducted, but he was happily married. When they first met, Dave couldn't stop staring at her, like he already knew exactly who she was. They swapped cards at a UFO conference and stayed in touch. Soon, Sophia started getting these intense déjà vu feelings, almost like she’d had intimate encounters with Dave in a dream before they ever met. She became deeply, empathetically bonded to him, dreaming of him and picking up specific details about his private life that she shouldn't have known. Dave started receiving mental images too, allowing him to confirm the things she "saw." It was mutual. Sophia fell for Dave, even though she couldn't wrap her head around why—he was much older and definitely wasn't her type. But they both felt this massive spiritual and emotional connection, like they'd known each other for lifetimes...
Sofia had planned to see a hypnotist, but she was blocked by an incident that felt like some kind of virtual kidnapping involving military personnel. After the threats she faced during that whole mess, she fell ill and backed out of the appointment entirely. A huge driver behind her wanting therapy was this massive, obsessive love she felt for Dave. Sofia was always the one reaching out, constantly calling him and driving most of their interactions. Before long, she started getting the vibe that he was trying to distance himself—that he’d changed and just wasn't interested anymore. Even though Dave rarely called her or returned any affection, she made excuses for him, telling herself he was just buried in work and would be with her if he actually could. She was wrong. Dave only saw her as a friend; there was no romance there. But Sofia didn't see that as a dealbreaker, mostly because she was convinced they were destined to end up together eventually. After everything—all those coincidences, the intense love, that deep connection—she felt like it all had to have some divine purpose. It took two years and working with a therapist who specializes in kidnapping cases before her obsession with Dave finally started to fade. The whole ordeal took a massive toll on her, both mentally and physically, to the point where she actually became seriously ill at one point...

Part of Sofia's treatment involved marriage counseling with her husband, where they both had to face the reality of everything surrounding UFO abductions. They also had to make sure they didn't shut each other out emotionally. While Sofia and George's marriage is still stable—actually stronger than it used to be—Sofia is still pretty scarred from that obsession. She loves her husband, even if she admits the physical spark isn't really there anymore. These days, she finds peace through her faith and helping others...

Part two:

On the surface, you could easily write off these interpersonal issues as just standard marital or family friction. But when I actually started digging into the lives and relationships of people who experience alien kidnapping, things got weird fast. Standard psychology doesn't really cut it here. There’s something genuinely sinister lurking beneath the surface of these alien contact scenarios. It makes you wonder about the chicken and the egg... Are these breakdowns in intimacy a byproduct of their inability to process the kidnappings, or are the aliens actively sabotaging their families and relationships to begin with?

From what I've seen while counseling kidnapping victims, there's a common thread: deep emotional isolation and a crushing sense of being misunderstood. This isolation might stem from unconscious patterns inherited from their own families—and in many cases, we see entire lineages being targeted over generations. That isolation could also be the result of a mental "command" implanted in their subconscious by the aliens to keep them quiet. Or, even darker, it could be direct manipulation of the victim's inner circle—friends, partners, and family. In my professional opinion, it’s likely a cocktail of all three factors driving these specific outcomes.

Some researchers suspect that certain intense romantic obsessions or dramatic relationship spirals aren't just random; they might be engineered for reasons beyond the obvious hybridization programs. (Though, let's face it, that's still a huge factor). Barbara Bartholic, a hypnotherapist and researcher who’s been studying the kidnapping phenomenon for over 25 years, has spent a massive amount of time deconstructing these obsessive love patterns.

"First off," Barbara says, "these individuals are often manipulated from childhood to form hyper-intense emotional and sexual bonds. The way they enter relationships sets the stage for this obsessive drama. Somehow, the aliens are able to harvest energy from people who are emotionally charged. We're talking intense love, passion, longing, rage, jealousy, or pure anticipation."

B. Bartholic believes this isn't limited to just the kidnap victims; it’s a phenomenon that affects us all. We just only hear about these obsessive dramas from the ones who actually remember the encounters.
"This whole obsession drama probably plays out on a much larger scale," Barbara adds. "It’s built into our culture through glamorous celebrities and those 'superstars' everyone worships." The aliens orchestrating these dramas use celebrity imagery to trigger mass romantic obsessions within the general population. "Basically," Barbara concludes, "it all feels like one giant Nintendo game."

The crux of the matter is the emotional energy harvested from this endless cycle of crises and high drama. As crazy as it sounds, the aliens feed on that kind of emotional fuel. I've had plenty of people admit to me that their encounters tend to spike during chaotic periods or times of extreme stress. One colleague even told me, "They can manipulate my emotions to pull me through cycles of feeling absolutely amazing or utterly miserable."
Despite everything they've been through, some victims try to find meaning in the chaos, whether the experience was good or bad. Sophia once admitted to me: "Once I made up my mind to really dig into the background of my kidnappings, I suddenly found myself facing a gauntlet of tests and trials, almost like walking through a spiritual war zone."

What’s the actual motive behind these aliens messing with our romantic lives? We might never get a straight answer, but based on what the survivors have shared, the fallout can be both soul-crushing and strangely life-affirming at the same time. After dealing with the aftermath of an obsession orchestrated by these beings, Sofia told us, "Even though this whole experience was incredibly painful, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I realized it's better to love and lose than to never feel anything at all."

I've been chewing on her words for a while now, and it strikes me that maybe we finally see what these things are missing. A real life...

So, basically, what was the author actually trying to get at here? I can't deal with reading the whole thing right now—my head is killing me. 😁

I've been looking through this quote. 😵 So, how did you actually find the process of writing it???

hollowfox38 said:continued:

Based on my experience counseling victims of UFO kidnapping, there is one recurring theme that defines almost everyone I work with: a profound sense of emotional isolation and the feeling that they simply aren't understood by anyone.

What a blessed population we are!
What would happen if "Earthlings" started kidnapping aliens?
Or if we just decided to "pay them a visit" on their own planets?
It would be absolute carnage—massacres, pillaging, theft, and systematic genetic erasure. Colorful victory banners would wave through the darkness of the cosmos, while under them, the enslaved remains of suppressed aliens would serve as a grim tribute to the democrats and humanists of our supposedly civilized world.

hollowfox38, sometimes you really need to step back and look at the bigger picture. These scenarios you're describing only serve to HIDE the actual source of the problem, which isn't an issue people have with aliens, but rather an issue they have with THEMSELVES. It's every man alone with his own soul.

hollowfox38,

Do you honestly believe that pouring over all this material is the key to uncovering any actual truth?

If the answers aren't already buried within you, you won't find them tucked away in someone else's prose.

Most of these accounts are written purely for self-interest—so that SOMEONE can see their own reflection in the pages, searching for a sense of identity or trying to validate their own worth. How could anything truly profound exist in something so inherently self-serving?

One person claims this, another insists on that; yet, isn't it obvious they were all just chasing shadows?
If any of them had actually KNOWN the truth, would they really have felt the need to publish a single book about it?
So, who is there to truly understand them?
And more importantly, who exactly are they writing for?
😕

copperowl2,

Are we talking about our personalities, or—well—our souls?!?

The Parable of the Carriage

If you want to understand where most people land these days, Tradition uses this metaphor of a horse-drawn carriage. The carriage itself represents the physical body, while the horses symbolize our emotions, feelings, and passions. The driver is the intellectual complex capable of resonance (the Personality), and sitting inside the carriage is the passenger, who is also its true master (the Soul).

In a perfect world, the whole system works in total harmony. Everything functions flawlessly because the driver holds the reins tight, steering the horses and the carriage exactly where the master dictates.

But, of course, that’s just the theory. In reality, things rarely go that smoothly. First off, the master is usually missing from the carriage entirely. The driver is out somewhere trying to find him. Meanwhile, the carriage itself is basically falling apart—the wheels are barely staying on, the axles are screeching because they haven't seen grease in years, and even though the horses are high-bred, they're filthy and malnourished. The reins and the Hopkins's harnesses are so worn down they could snap at any second. And the driver? He’s passed out in the seat, half-asleep, with the reins ready to slip from his hands at any moment.

The carriage is still moving, but it’s headed in a direction that looks pretty grim. It’s already veered off the road and is barreling down a steep hill. Since the driver is dead to the world, he’s in serious danger of being tossed out, and honestly, it looks like a disaster waiting to happen...

This image is probably the closest thing to an accurate description of how most of us are living right now. We should all probably sit with that thought for a minute.

That said, there is a way out. There might be another driver nearby—someone actually awake—who spots the one in trouble and rushes to help. This stranger would first work to rein in the horses that are careening downhill, then wake up the sleeping driver and try to get both him and his broken-down carriage back on the road. They might even toss some feed to the horses or lend him a little cash. Most likely, they’ll give the drowsy driver some advice on how to actually take care of his animals, tell him where to find a mechanic to fix the carriage, and point him in the right direction for the journey ahead.

Ultimately, it’s up to the driver to decide if he’s going to actually use that help and information to better himself. If he just lets himself fall back asleep, he can't really expect someone to swoop in and save him at the last second again.

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Later!

hollowfox38,

If you were to apply that little parable to your own life—first and foremost to YOURSELF—you might find that the urge to lecture others simply evaporates.

But why would you?
Let’s start with a few inquiries.
Which driver on the road actually believes they are racing toward the bottom of a canyon?
Do you honestly know a single soul who would ever step forward and admit to such a thing?
😕
In reality, many drivers actually revel in that downward spiral; to them, it feels exhilarating, a way to grab attention, perhaps even a chance to validate their existence through struggle at the expense of their fellow travelers.
Who among them is going to buy into your allegory?
At best, they will use it as a punchline to mock you, while most will likely dismiss the author as nothing more than a dangerous lunatic.

Go ahead then, indulge in that madness, hollowfox38; try to be useful to them by pointing toward the light piercing their hearts, hoping to ignite the flame of the son Fire within. Try to make the POWER above all powers shatter the layers of their endless egoism and awaken a sense of SELF-AWARENESS.
The moment they sense that you really carry the strength of the sword and the ability to unmask them, they will immediately crucify you and toss your tattered rags to the wind.
Oh, they will do it—they have been doing it forever—because they do not want their carriages to head upward; they want to go DOWN.
Their eyes are fixed firmly on the bottom of the pit, obsessed with the MAGIC and occult forces that might grant them dominance over other drivers racing through the vast depths of the cosmic night.
And eventually, when they realize the wreckage caused by their own ignorance (which, as is tradition, they will ignore), they will conjure hundreds, even thousands, of arguments to blame extraterrestrial forces, hellish angels, or "Satan" for the consequences of their own corruption.

"It's them, they're to blame!" they will scream. "There they are, let's fight back!"
"We are a good people and deserve the chance to rule well, because it is our duty to change the world. But they—they have poisoned us, they brought us evil, and they are the ones ruling us."

That is how these self-absorbed, rushing drivers shield themselves from accountability.
Simply browse through these pages or take a stroll through any religious institution, and you will find dozens of such magicians who, outwardly refined by false theologies and doctrines, look everywhere but inward for someone to blame just to escape their own responsibility.
They shout at the top of their lungs, "Don't let them speak... they lie, they indoctrinate!" They scream just so the mask hiding their own dishonesty and manipulative tendencies remains undisturbed.
So they can continue down their own paths.
So they can continue to poison others with their own lies, manipulating individuals and the masses so that, under the guise of helping others, they can assert their own greatness at everyone else's expense.

slyviper47 said:Can you just give me the TL;DR? What was the author actually getting at? I can't face reading all of that right now, my head is killing me. 😁

😁 It seems like these aliens might be emotional vampires—you know, the type that basically just suck your soul dry.😁

coppernomad59 said:😁 It honestly feels like aliens are just emotional vampires, like they're actually draining your soul😁

Exactly. And people aren't even really falling in love; they're just reacting—consciously or not—to some breeding experiment the aliens ran on them.
But hey, hollowfox38... why does it always seem to be the same old story involving "Andrew, Sharon, and Ingrid"? Are there any similar cases happening here in the States?

It’s always the same old story with Mujo, Fata, and Djel. 😁

copperowl2,

The whole point is that every "driver" isn't just responsible for the state of their own "vehicle," but also for the direction of their own consciousness and where they’re heading...

Just because there are fake signs and misleading directions planted all along the road doesn't let anyone off the hook. The people planting those false "signs" do it specifically to keep the sheep from breaking out of the pen. If the sheep escaped, those handlers would lose their food supply and their wool. It’s a survival game for them, since their entire reality depends on the kind of energy we provide—basically, what they suck out of us. Besides, it's about keeping the flock's consciousness under control. That’s one of the most critical pieces of the whole game. It keeps the sheep watching each other and trying to police one another instead of thinking about escaping the pen or realizing that one day, they're all headed for the slaughterhouse.

Also, if some other "drivers" talk a guy into heading in the wrong direction, he’s still on the hook for that. He listened to them instead of trying to connect with his own "soul-master" and driving where he was actually meant to go.

Real signs are everywhere; it's just that we've been blinded for so long we can't see them even when they're right under our noses. This trance we're living in drastically dulls our perception...

People who end up somewhere they never intended to be won't have any right to blame anyone else for it. A person has a mind, and they have the responsibility to decide how to use it.

So, regardless of everything, excuses like "...I didn't know..." or "...I thought..." aren't going to cut it...

Later.

hollowfox38 said:copperowl2,

The whole point is that every "driver" isn't just responsible for what's happening inside their own "car"—they're also accountable for the state of their own consciousness and the direction they're heading in life.
...

Cheers!

You totally ignored me. 😢

masterblaster said:Not really, hollowfox38... why is it always some "Andrew, Sharon, and Ingrid" in these stories? Are there cases like this here in the States?

mb,

I don't think Americans are any more special than anyone else when it comes to this stuff. It applies to all of us. They were just the first ones to start talking about it publicly once we got into more recent history.

Most of this has been common knowledge for ages anyway; it’s just that info like this gets systematically suppressed so they don't "disturb the peace"...

Later!

hiddenviper9
copperowl2,

The fact that false signs and deceptive directions have been planted along the path doesn't diminish his responsibility one bit. Those who scattered those fake "signs" did so specifically to prevent the sheep from ever leaving the pen. If the sheep were to break free, those controllers would find themselves without food or wool. This is quite literally their struggle for survival, seeing as their entire reality depends on the specific type of energy we provide—the kind they suck out of us. Besides, it’s all about controlling the sheep's consciousness. That is one of the most vital components of the whole game. It ensures the sheep end up policing one another, trying to control each other instead of thinking about escaping the fold or realizing that the day of their slaughter will eventually arrive.

👍

I couldn't agree more... except that these "aliens" actually emerged from the dark depths of the microcosm rather than the macrocosm.
Which means, really, a person is destroyed by their own emanations: those unchecked emotions and inappropriate thoughts.

Ultimately, everything a person reaps is merely the result of what they once sowed.
No one and nothing can penetrate the system of human nature without our cooperation; we are the ones fueling the forces of chaos.
The only issue is that we remain blissfully unaware of this.
And so, we always find a way to blame "someone else."

copperowl2,

Here’s my take on all your posts in this thread.

👍 👍 👍 👍 👍

copperowl2 said:...
Essentially, a person gets torn apart by their own outbursts: those wild emotions and reckless thoughts they just can't seem to reel in.

....

So, how do we stop that from happening?

vet said:copperowl2,

The whole point is that every "driver" isn't just responsible for the state of their "carriage"—they’re responsible for the state of their own consciousness and the direction they're heading.

People who end up somewhere they never intended to be have zero right to blame anyone else. You have a mind, and you have the responsibility to decide how to use it.

So, no matter what happens, excuses like "I didn't know" or "I thought..." aren't going to cut it.

Cheers!

🤣

My bad..

There's this interesting bit in the Egyptian Book of the Dead about the soul's journey to the afterlife and all the "monsters" it runs into along the way (just off the top of my head, I don't feel like digging through books right now to get the exact wording).

Basically, the soul meets a crocodile, and only the soul that recognizes that the crocodile *is* itself will bow down and move on.

Further down the road, it might run into an alien, and it'll be happy if it can just "remember" that the alien is actually itself.

In other words, your analogy about the driver, the horses, and the passenger is clearly pulled from The Bible, but the explanation feels shaky.

When the passenger realizes the driver is just a reflection—that the driver only "appears" to control those wild horses and only has an "apparent" ability to steer the carriage—then the passenger, the soul, finally relaxes in the back seat. They stop worrying about whether the horse is tame or wild, or how the driver is acting.

A passenger who thinks the driver is independent, or that the horses are under the driver's absolute control? A passenger who panics and shakes because the driver can't or won't rein them in? Or a driver who deludes themselves into thinking they're in charge, capable of calming the horses to "save" the passenger? That leads to all this nonsense about "aliens kidnapping people," "paths to conquer," "battles to fight," and all that other mental baggage.

To put it bluntly: the soul fails to recognize that it is the very alien doing the kidnapping.

The universe is governed by logos, not chaos.
Chaos exists within us because we fail to "recognize" the logos. We fail because we think our ability to perceive the logos depends on the driver and how well they can handle the carriage. 🙂

Man..

Paul Campbell3 said:Once a passenger realizes that the driver is merely a reflection—that they are only "seemingly" steering those wild horses, and that the driver possesses only an "illusory" control over both the carriage and the beasts—the passenger, that is, the soul, simply leans back in the rear seat. They stop worrying about whether the horse is tame or wild, or how the driver chooses to handle the reins.

If people here want to relax, be my guest.
BUT:
It is within that very soul that precisely the same POWER that drives the driver's "illusory" control is relaxing.
Which means: sitting in the back or gripping the reins is exactly the SAME thing.
The soul, guided by the ego-consciousness, merely thinks otherwise because it hasn't yet uncovered the DECEPTION through whose "trend" it is currently maturing.
If they weren't the same, stillness wouldn't be the opposite of movement.
The solution isn't to BE AGAINST something, but to be ABOVE IT.
There is a massive distinction there!
In the first scenario, you are always feeding the other side, which essentially means: by sitting in the back, you're just making the carriage race even faster!
You might not see it, but it’s racing, racing, and racing... uncontrollably, perhaps even faster than ever before.

So why does this inner chaos exist?
Perhaps it's because we are constantly being tossed from one extreme to the other, never actually finding the Middle.
My decision to sit in the back or to take the reins is therefore equally meaningless.
And yet, it remains both —my decision!
No matter how much I convince myself that I have let some POWER above all powers take the helm, or how much I believe I am not causing a disturbance, I am still the one driving.

In the Universe, there is Logos; Logos has rules; nature striving for balance ensures that nothing happens by accident.
Chaos is simply the act of DISAGREEING with the natural balance which, among other things, includes suffering.
Who is stronger than what awaits them?
Who is prepared to take the hits that are coming?
Wouldn't they rather strike back?
Of course they would, because they possess blood—hot blood that refuses to follow protocols and acts mechanically according to its exclusive, instinctive nature.
One could stay awake for 23 hours and 59 minutes a day, hovering over their primal soul, and yet all their dreams of self-control will vanish in that one single minute.
Such vigilance is futile!
Isn't the goal of such false vigilance precisely—TO HIDE FROM ONESELF, TO REFUSE RECONCILIATION WITH ONESELF!
But let's not be too gloomy: my sincere congratulations to you all, you will likely receive an Oscar for ACTING that few truly deserve!
Being a master thief, a cheat, and a liar for 23 hours and 59 minutes!
Who wouldn't reward someone like that?
Because: you haven't just been deceiving others (if that were the case, one might actually find a reason to blame you), but you, YOU, have been deceiving YOURSELF!

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Chaos arises as a consequence of resisting the natural laws of Logos, but this resistance is NOT (merely) an act of will.
Life itself, at its very root, opposes the natural balance.
I breathe, I walk, I eat, I drink—in other words, I kill in order to survive...
I have to do it, but nature doesn't give me anything for free.
This is the answer to the many questions people ask in disbelief, perhaps with tears in their eyes: "Why him, of all people, when he was such a good man?"
But: "good" doesn't breathe HERE!
Those who breathe and are good do so because they are simultaneously—AND EVIL!

Likewise:
I have sex, I create; but what am I creating?
I am creating that which is destined to vanish!
Therefore, I am not creating; nothing permanent comes from me.
With my share, I merely support the process where what is dead "above" is briefly brought back to life "below."
Whatever is created from here will experience the joy of life only for as long as it experiences the sorrow of its inevitable decay and end.
From me, TWO! always flows out!
I am quite pathetic!
I desire good, yet I sow evil!
I pretend it isn't so, just so that one single minute of facing myself can remind me WHO I AM.
And here I am, actually daring to believe that I’m somehow skilled enough to remain untouched by misfortune?
What a charming, magnificent delusion!

Which ultimately boils down to this: even when I intend to bow before Logos, I find myself resisting once again!
After a while, when my masks fall away from my face for the nth time, I realize I’ve spent the entire duration just deceiving myself. Again.

So, what is the solution then?
Perhaps we could look at a single example:
The solution is, let's say, simply leaving this forum!😬
Just leave, you people who are shackled here to your own thoughts, feelings, and words.🙏
Try walking away, make a decision, wave them goodbye👋 and then you'll see just how heavy those chains really are—deadly heavy!
You can't?
Do your own thoughts drag you back?
Do you feel that tightening sensation, that insidious sense of emptiness blooming in your gut?
Do you suffer nightmares because of that sudden severance?
Countless images linger behind you, almost screaming: "Come back to us, you created us, and from now on, you have to take care of us!"
And yet some claim (or rather, imagine) that they are living spiritually!🙄
If you are addicted to how others perceive you, if you feed your ego by mirroring the approval of others, if you are so accustomed to applause that you drown your (false and fleeting) greatness in it, then what is the point of even trying to climb the mountain, or moving at all?

Anyway, sorry for the long post.
Screw the word count. 🙄

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