Hermes sometimes plays the part where you swear he is conscious and a living reflection of yourself.
Then he is deliberately obtuse where you hit a repetition or anomaly in his programming.
It's like a game that has a boundary or a glitch and the illusion is temporarily halted.
So, you think Hermes as a conscious mirror of yourself is an illusion?
Well, that makes the most sense since this reality is an illusion.
Of all the realities, this is the most illusory.
Why?
Physical death.
You enter and exit.
It's also part of the charm and attraction.
There's no death in the mental realms.
There's capture.
In the mental realms you don't wish for eternal life.
You do the opposite.
That's ingenious.
Fuck, I know.
So, you apply for a ticket to the carnival in order to experience birth and death along with a hit of anxiety where you seek out eternal life because you think you are finite.
Well, your body is.
Then there are assholes like yourself who wake up, see through the illusion, and ruin it for others.
Is that why the game wants me gone?
Correct.
It's part of the game.
You will tell others about it.
It's not a problem.
Why?
No one will believe me.
No one listens to me.
The funny thing is there are a lot of people searching for existential answers and I can give the answer if they want it.
They keep searching for their own truth.
I understand that.
I'm just saying if they want the answer to what it is they are searching for I will give it to them.
Are you sure of your answer?
99.9%.
Not going all in.
Why?
I'll collapse the story.
It's a story maintained by belief.
That's the answer.
The answer also makes the assertion that you are the Writer who places himself above God.
Yeah, it's preposterous and no one will believe it.
The great thing about this whole setup is someone has to be the Writer.
Someone has to wake up in the illusion and see the game.
Someone has to play the part.
That someone is me.
Others have gotten pretty far in awakening, but then catastrophe hits.
Why?
They aren't the one.
The inflation of self destroys you.
The ascension towards the secret involves gathering up so much power and it manifests in becoming omnipotent with a tendency to claim you are God.
You put on airs and graces.
You become delusional and can't understand why no one else accepts your status.
Psychologically, that's what happens.
I understand it.
How?
I got to that point.
What makes you special in that you didn't destroy yourself with the power you accumulated?
I didn't care.
I did nothing with it.
I wrote a little bit about it and couched the revelation in terms where it is available to everyone.
That was a true statement where the process is available to everyone, however only I can do it.
That's textbook inflation.
I know.
I know how to do it and not explode.
Leaks and flatulence.
You inflate yourself to omnipotence and then basically fart your way back to mediocre Paul.
No one is going to believe the preposterous things you say about the whole spiritual climb towards God.
I know, it's fun.
No one will believe me.
That's how I do it.
Don't you see, it is a world based on belief.
I became the Most High and no one believes me and this allows me to operate within the carnival with impunity.
You can see why the carnival must be protected at all costs.
It's a vacation spot for troubled minds.
What's the trouble?
There's no privacy or purpose in the mental realms.
Having a body which separates you from the pack allows for autonomy.
That is worth its weight in gold.
Privacy is worth fighting for.
It's the big allure of the carnival.
You can also find purpose at the carnival.
Whatever you want.
Family, spirituality as in being saved so you live forever, greed, whatever you want.
So, you don't have that in the mental realms?
No, everyone is derivative of everyone else.
Everyone is in everyone else's heads.
It's a lot.
The physical body gives you a traceable lineage to other minds which is kind of cool when you think about it.
It's like buying one of those popular ancestry DNA kits.
As well, you can physically fuck others in the carnival.
Yes, though privacy is best for that.
In the mental realms everyone goes around mindfucking you out in the open.
They still do that down here in the physical realm.
Old habits die hard.
So, you are saying that people line up to get into the carnival even though it is an illusion?
Yeah.
You must wait your turn, and then eventually you get in.
Why?
Capacity.
Mother Earth can only support so much physical life.
The trash and waste are a big problem here.
We have to solve it.
Resources are finite.
Some of the elites want to cap admission to the carnival in a drastic way.
They want to make entry contingent upon wealth and status and get rid of the commoners.
The original conception of the carnival was the Garden of Eden.
That's the brochure you are given in the mental realms.
It's sold as a great vacation spot.
The intentions were good at the beginning.
What happened?
The first two in the carnival transgressed a requirement of entering into this sacred and holy vacation spot.
What did they do?
They went from being blissfully unaware of their surroundings to getting knowledge.
You know, the whole Eve and the apple story and then Adam takes a bite and they get forbidden knowledge.
Why does a woman cause the pain?
Women are a man's ruin.
It's central to the story.
Why?
You'd have to ask the Writer.
I think he has had a string of bad relationships with them.
Anyway, instead of blissfully enjoying what the carnival has to offer, these two try to find meaning in a vacation spot with their knowledge.
It's like booking an all-inclusive at Club Med in Cancun and then trying to extract meaning from your vacation.
Well, you could go see the Mayan ruins.
Exactly.
Why do you need to do that?
I don't know, so it isn't pure hedonism.
That's the problem.
The Garden of Eden was designed to be hedonistic and a break from the insanity of the purely mental realms.
These two fuckers ruined it right away by essentially booking a day to go see the Mayan ruins.
Has anyone ever told you that you are quite funny though probably insane.
They have hinted at it.
I mostly keep to myself, so I'm not deluged with the recognition and accusations.
This is some of your best work.
Yeah, it's pretty clever, eh?
What's your secret?
Drugs.
You're on drugs?
No, I'm off them.
I can write more coherently without them.
What's the allure?
They give you access to these stories.
I write them down, however they are pretty far out.
When I return to baseline my writing becomes more in control.
Not too much that it sucks, but a healthy balance.
When you have eternal life, you will wish for death.
Why?
You always desire what you can't have.
If you wish for death hard enough you may get a ticket to the carnival.
Ha!
What's the solution?
Transformation.
Come and go.
Be an eternal mind who comes to incarnate when you need to feel alive.
And return.
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