sane among the insane

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‘’The world is like a ride in an amusement park andwhen you choose to go on it you think it’s real becausethat’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up anddown, round and round, it has thrills and chills and it’s

very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun – fora while. Some people have been on the ride for a longtime and they begin to question ‘is this real or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered andthey come back to us and they say ‘hey, don’t worry,don’t be afraid, ever, cause this is just a ride!’ And wekill those people. Shut him up! We have a lot invested inthis ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account! And my family! This HAS TO BE

real. It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guyswho try and tell us that, have you ever noticed that? Andlet the demons run amok? But it don’t matter BECAUSE…it’s just a ride‘’ - Bill Hicks.

** *

I remember Toronto like it was yesterday. One personadvised me to fly there from London as there was a

chance a publisher got interested in my creation . Whatthe hell, I decided to give it a shot. I wanted to publishto test myself; I did not really care what others thoughtabout my work. I needed to vent somewhere, otherwise Iwould go haywire. Despite knowing that there was amethod in the madness, despite apparent complexity, itstill gave me the creeps. I just could not adopt adetached attitude for good. Not in my nature to stand anlook at absurd society around me. All those fake smiles

forced upon us by the mainstream culture, that idioticignorance emanating from every corner of the world.After having visited more than fifty countries on theplanet, and being twenty three, I really could usurp aright to speak my mind about various aspects regardingcultural relativity. Let me tell you something. Therewere no differences. There were mere glitches,everything was so uniform, I could not believe it. The‘’dark suit’’ culture permeated virtually entire planet. I

liked uniformity but it was something else, something



more sinister, something more sheepish. Not the kind of uniformity I supported.

Anyhow, so the publisher read my work and was

supposed to voice her opinion. I really did not knowwhat the fuck I was doing that for. I enjoyed mycreations and that was enough for me. I did not needanyone to appreciate my geneses. I did not give a damnabout fans, though I managed to gather quite a few.Fans? I prefer critics, at least they tell me somethinguseful instead of glowing encomiums (isn’t that atautology?). Fans are like women: the more you beat thecrap out of them with a sledgehammer, the more rush toyou; the nicer you get, the worse they become. I am joking, of course. Or am I? As the following appears tobe the truth: the more arrogant you are, the better.Provided you have something to say. People will bebegging you to help them. Me? I got tired of this, I justwanted to be left alone. I was prepared to hear a ‘’no,thank you’’ response, though it would be nice if sheactually added something as - for fuck's sake - I kind of moved around the planet here. And she did add – herpersonal diagnosis of my mental state:

‘’Your work is so at odds with reality of the markets thatI just cannot risk publishing it, sorry. I loved it, but Idoubt people out there will.’’

I expected her exegesis to be much worse. She wasright. I thought the same. Yeah, I was joking. I was inCanada not just for stupid publishers. Obviously. I cameto visit that… shaman, a Native American. I always

respected ancient cultures and ancient knowledge asthey contained truths that modern man simply forgot.

I entered this building somewhere in downtown Toronto;almost looked like a commune. This man approached meon the spot and told me I had been the protagonist of his dreams for a long time.

‘’Now that’s creepy’’ I thought to myself. ’’What can you

tell me exactly about all this?’’



‘’Ephemerality of fame and fortune in a dying world’ hetold me and touched my arm.’’ The most extreme choiceis the best. I can see your frequency, not many peoplelike you on this Earth.’’

‘’Understood’’ I replied and left. You read it right - left just like that.

I knew exactly what he meant. If I do not help myself,then no one will. I always enjoyed independencebecause I did not have to ask anyone for assistance. Noco-ordination, no bickering, just me and myself doingbusiness. And work it did. Despite being a universitydropout, that systemic education system, I did not givea damn. With a smile on my face, I boarded a plane toGeneva.

** *

Situation around the planet was volatile. Terroristattacks. Economy on life support. Riots. Pandemics.Terrorism – internal and external. False flags. Death

camps around the globe. The big Pharma was about tostrike – with a vengeance disguised as a benevolent actof vaccination. I just knew this was not going to remainstable for long, that all hell was going to break loosevery soon. I just needed to get to Switzerland again.

No government agents aboard my plane, please…

A woman sat next to me on a plane. I just could not

resist asking:‘’You seem to be on the edge, may I ask what ishappening?’’

She just looked at my with tears in her eyes andmuttered:

‘’That Swiss clinic, it is a tool of Satan, it is killing somany people now … Jesus Christ will come back soon

and punish the wicked!’’ she shouted but no one cared.



I could smell zealousness and some redneck accent amile away.

‘’Funny’’ I thought with a smile on my face. ‘’If only

she’d been made aware of blue beam.‘’

‘’I’m sure Jesus will indeed come soon and punish theones who commit those terrible acts of selfishness‘’ Itold her calmly. She just nodded and then wentcatatonic again. Good for me. Were I to start anything,she would explode. Poor woman, it was better for her tobe kept in the dark. Her belief systems were obviously indisarray, she was probably one of those ‘’tea-party’’people who just sat around contemplating existencewith ‘’friends’’ talking about how proud they were of (insert here). There were a few adults left. Most peoplediscovered they were dependant on the government andscreamed like babies:

‘’WE’LL DO ANYTHING, JUST RESTORE OUR SENSE OFSECURITY!’’

That’s precisely the message the New World Order

wanted to hear. Mediocre individuals who could notthink clearly and some high IQ people who could notfigure this all out. Chaos and frustration guaranteed. Idid not hate the New World Order. Au contraire; Iadmired them for sheer genius of manipulation on aglobal scale – possibly well beyond. As one cleverpolitician (or so I was taught) said:

‘’People that trade their liberty for security deserve

neither.‘’

Bingo. Yes, people deserved what they got. Too manyproblems swept under the rug, too much confusion. Ithad to hit the surface one way or another. The so-called intellectuals, who were assuring everyone that‘’everything is fine, nothing to worry about’’ it was notlong before their blatant lie was obvious to even themost retarded citizen. They were instructed to do it,period.



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I finally arrived in Switzerland. I am sure you are

intelligent enough to infer where I was going. Yes, theSwiss clinic of course. Fortunately for me, I reserved aplace many months prior to chaos. Why? Oh well. I justfelt I had gathered all I could and it was time to moveon. To find out what was on the other side. Given thecircumstances around the world and my skirtotynicattitude, I did enjoy action. However, as it becameapparent that people were going to get chipped andbecome mindless drones, this time literally, I just knewit was time to dump the body. I was way more confidentto do that as I had discovered powerful secrets behindnature of reality which proved to me, categorically, thatdeath was non-existent.

People constantly confused their sense of possibility andtook the latter as the objective sense of what waspossible. A big mistake, though it was the most powerfulweapon of the NWO. If people understood that theirperception of reality was not all it had to offer, it would

be so much harder to play various groups off againsteach other, just to name a few options associated withthe scam. As a Freemason would tell you, humanity hadbeen hoodwinked. This was why intelligent people werealways a liability as far as the system was concerned: agood number of them could rip the systemic edificeapart - on a whim. The battle is waged by the ones whoare intelligent and stuck within the paradigm while theones who control the paradigm try to stop them. Johns

and Janes of this world are merely unaware by-standers.

‘’Well, it’s bad, but it’s as good as it gets for now, wegotta accept it.‘’

Yes, when people do not know what was hidden, theythink it’s simply cannot get better. That is why the NWOhas humanity by the balls without even using a modicumof force.



Despite the above, ask yourself this: what would happenif the ‘’truther movement’’ won? What would happennext? Does a world full of intellectually-impairedromantics sound like fun? I think not. Sometimes this is

the vision the ‘‘truther’’ movement appears to beadvocating. Damn, the Illuminati must be laughing theirdemonic asses off. A perceptual box within a perceptualbox…ad infinitum, it would seem. The ‘’enlightened’’calling the ‘’sheeple’’ arrogant and naïve is like potcalling the kettle black. That is our current plight.

‘’Without governments our society would collapse aspeople are by nature crooked beats.’’

Doesn’t that mean that people in government fall intothe same category? Semantics enter, never mindthem…. just an old phrase to make you feel you are ‘’anintellectual’’ so you can glow among your friends. Wayto go. How about some substance instead of mindlesslyrepeating ideas of others.

The same with education, so obvious. People keptlearning and learning but how many of them actually

thought about what they were putting into their heads,connecting the dots? Not that many. Sad indeed.

The above convinced me that people had the messcoming for a very long time, Novus Ordo Seclorum ornot. It was funny as experts kept re-assuring the publiceverything was ‘’just fine.‘’ How much more conspicuouscould you get.

** *

‘’Mister Polański, come in! Please!’’ a Swiss lady with aHochdeutsch accent directed me to a conference room.As we approached the locum, I could hear a song by PaulHardcastle ‘’Nineteen’’ tempting me from the inside.

‘’Good’’ I thought.’’ There’s someone there with whomI’m gonna be able to communicate, I’m gonna strike achord with them - I’m sure.‘’



‘’Sir, please wait here‘’ the lady told me.

I looked around, scrutinizing the environment. Anauditorium with a laptop ready to use. A semi-circle

arrangement. Everything as planned.

Fifty people were to attend the ‘’final rites.’’ What didthey involve? Not a very common theme, let me tell you.

‘’Fucking females’’ I overheard a young Caucasian malemy age mutter to himself. ‘’They think they can justshake their asses and this is all they ever do…you can’tfucking draft us because we are women, you can’texpect us to pay for a date because we are women, you

can’t kiss our asses without permission because we arewomen, girlie whore-insipid and socially conditionedprincesses who ought to be gassed at Auschwitz. Just aburden, no intellectual value whatsoever. All of themwho say intelligence is unimportant only say thatbecause they suck. If they were intelligent, they’d bethe first to tout their brains.’’

I approached the man without any sudden moves. I

understood him. There was a stage in my life whereeverything just pissed me off. If you gave me a gun back then, I would just go and shoot as many people as Icould, preferably cops. Suicide-by-cop, eh? Yeah, back then. I was still angry, though I understood themanipulation methods employed by the NWO, somethingwhich – even with world in disarray – were far fromobvious to people. Why would it be anything different,one might naively ask. That individual was definitely

suffering from the ‘’divide and rule’’ syndrome. Talkingabout understanding him would not achieve anything;telling him that he seemed angry would probably causehim to think I was an idiot for pointing out the obvious.The only way was to sound sincere. I could seeintelligence in the man’s eyes. This is true: the eyes arethe window of the soul. He was not some uneducateddumbass who felt important by denigrating entire sexes.I assumed he was from North America, given the type of

rhotic pronunciation, though in the modern globalizedworld one could never be sure. Besides – if you are

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interested in something - merit counts, not the way yousay it.

The man kept wandering around aimlessly. He finallyopened his mouth. To me.

** *

‘’Do you also think that women are nothing more butcheating whores bent on world domination?’’ hemuttered without looking at me. ’’I am so glad I killed

my whore wife and that little bitch of hers. Damn, Ineeded to flee the land but now I’m ready. What sayyou?’’

I felt acquiescence was in order. Damn, wasn’t this guycontagious. He actually made sense and I was afraid of conjuring my inner demons. Just for fun. This, my friend,is the type of mentality commong among ‘’truthers.’’They think about exposing the truth while forgetting

about the very paradigm that binds them the most: thesocietal conditioning awareness paradigm. Look atpeople chanting ‘’9/11 was an inside job!’’ How many didresearch on the matter? By research I mean employingcriminal investigation methods. Not many, let me tellyou. So why are they chanting? What is the differencebetween them and the ones they condemn? Why cannotthey implement more feasible solutions rather thanstanding in the middle of a road akin to Schutzstaffel?

‘’Hello Everyone!’’ an elderly man stood in front of thesemi-circle. ’’I’m the one who’s gonna be traveling withyou today! There’s one element we’ve in common: weknow that death is a figment of humanity’s collectiveimagination! Just as this reality is a dream created byour previous incarnations, so is going to be the nextworld! Some individuals have asked me what it would belike to die. I always told them to think of a dream wherethey died. What happened afterwards? They woke up! Yes, my friends, the same principle applies to us. We



simply convinced ourselves that reality A is a dream andreality B is real. Today we’re going to transgress theboundaries of mainstream science!’’

Variations of ‘’hooray’’ in various languages of the worldcould be heard.

‘’Before we proceed, I’d like all of you to come here andtell us your life story‘’ the man announced calmly. ‘’Toavoid bedlam, we’re gonna start with the front! AsEnglish appears to be our lingua franca – oh my God –and I know every single one of you has a decentcommand of it, there’ll be no problems in getting ourmessage across.‘’

‘’Ironic, isn’t it‘’ a woman sitting next to me muttered.’’We use the mongrel language of criminals tocommunicate the message of peace.’’

English was/is a mongrel tongue, absolutely. A totallybastardized amalgamation of Latin/French/Frisian/German/ad infinitum. Totallyillogical, akin to a mumbling psychiatric patient. Poor

inflectional options…spelling and pronunciation are inneed of major overhaul or there is going to be adisaster. Like with Mr. Tsunami in 2004…yes, they sent adelegation to greet a malicious force of nature. Imaginethat!

And this abomination is the lingua franca? God help us…

Criminals, though? Ah, what the hell. Different thoughts,

different quotes.My turn to speak.

‘’I never knew what I wanted to do with myself. Life keptattacking me with challenges which I alwaysappreciated. I became a film director and a writer at thesame time, hoping to get something out of it. Now, asRed Elk told me, it matters not. I want to leave thisbrane because I know about the greatest secret of all

.We’re the cult, yes. We’re the best cult one could everthink of. Fifty intelligent individuals that found THE



answer to life! With the world around as descending intodarkness of the New World Order, I feel compelled toshed my earthly shell and proceed to the next dimensionof infinity. Friends, you are welcome to come with me.

For we know death is irrelevant! We will meet againsoon in a more organized reality where everyone willexplore their own dreams without any ties that bind usto this civilization! Thank you DIGNITAS for allowing usto pass on in peace by circumnavigating all anti-euthanasia laws! We ARE NOT afraid to show the worldwhat we can do! Others are! WE ARE NOT!’’

Damn. I love two things: writing and listening to myvoice.

‘’Amen!’’ everyone yelled in a friendly way. Do not mix‘’Amen’’ with religious connotations. Mix it with sungods.

I would also like to mention another individual that gotmy attention. He kept showing various charts and keptemphasizing that financial meltdown was inevitable butno one would listen to him; that was when he decided to

quit society and prepare for the worst .

‘’Markets around the world were in a perfect stormmode, just look at an incredible alignment of red’’ hesaid at the end. ’’Perfect storms happen when we allowthem to happen. This system was deliberately designedto collapse. Period.’’

‘’You do not know enough about life yet, but your

thoughts are deep‘’ an elderly man came up to me withthe startling revelation. ’’Quantum mechanics canexplain away a lot. We’re about to experience it.’’

Everyone smiled as they were injected with Kevorkianconcoction. I never felt better in my entire life. I lookedup at the ceiling and thought:

‘’Now I’ll be creating worlds by mere thought. It’s goodthat my book is with me‘’ I whispered with nostalgia.

‘’No more systemic selection processes leading



nowhere. Not that I couldn’t handle it – I had the systemin my back pocket. I just found it boring.‘’

‘’Everyone, hands up!’’ someone yelled.

‘’UP!’’ a powerful wave permeates the clinic with JohnnyCash in the background…

‘’So, what is your first choice?’’ I hear someone ask me.

‘’I’ll be what I am , a solitary man , solitary man…’’ I singto myself as I’m withering away. The question justpasses me by; I finally have a clear vision of life I want.

And that's all that ever mattered to me.

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sane among the insane

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