Post #80
The most racist shit ever. "7 vs 8"
This article will likely be, by far, the most xenophobic text I have ever had to write.
As you have surely already gathered, my new occupation here is anything but easy.
The fact that we live in a Matrix had been clear for quite some time; only the necessary proof was missing the kind of proof that allows one to run one’s mouth as boldly as I am doing here.
So, I holed up in Thailand to get to the bottom of all the clues.
It was there, in the middle of nowhere, that I discovered this mathematical principle. I simply had to share this earth-shattering news with the people who were accompanying me at the time.
There were two European women and three European men the very first people to learn of this principle. The men couldn't have cared less, as they were completely consumed by "Ki fever." The two women, however, had a different mindset.
They specialized in a particular service a service that demands a fair amount of male tact and finesse. Consequently, they initially played the "buddy" role and tried to integrate me into their scheme. Unfortunately, however, I ended up falling for the "service" and was subsequently written off as nothing more than an ATM machine; only one of the women the one who handled the hosting duties continued to speak to me.
While the other woman was busy with her business—sending nothing but signals of envy my way the hostess really went all out, determined to drive up my daily hospitality bills. To that end, she enjoyed engaging me in little chats about food and her line of work. Since I was genuinely interested in her business, I enjoyed conversing with her. Then came all the discoveries, and suddenly I felt an overwhelming need to share what I had found.
Any lingering doubts that I might be insane faded drastically, and my conversations became increasingly complex and direct. At first, I failed to realize that she wasn't interested in the slightest that she was merely keeping an eye on her bottom line, while for me, everything was changing.
It was no longer a figment of my imagination or a sign of mental illness. So I just babbled on to myself; since she had confided her own worries to me, I tried to listen to her in return though I didn't always understand what was actually coming out of my mouth. Consequently, the question arose several times: was what I had discovered good, or was it bad?
It felt a bit peculiar talking for minutes on end, only to be asked at the very end to provide a simple "good or evil" assessment. She didn't seem to notice that she hadn't understood a word of it, and was interested only in whether the outcome leaned positive or negative. Naturally, I was in high spirits and recounted my discovery with sheer delight. Yet a nagging question plagued me: how could she be so blind how could she fail to see how happy this made me?
But that wasn't all. Whenever I replied, "It’s something good," her head would sink between her shoulders, clearly and instantly signaling her rising foul mood. Of course, she wasn't *expected* to rejoice, yet she kept asking anyway only to be disappointed by me time and again. That somehow became my running gag especially since she apparently didn't grasp the joke itself. At least it gave me something to laugh about, for the other woman was busy trying to destroy me with her ruthless sexual envy.
The curious thing about *her* was that I got the distinct impression she actually *did* understand this "shit." Naturally, that didn't make the whole "sex thing" any easier for me. Yet something had taken hold of me something that shielded me from all those negative vibrations.
Moreover, I later came to realize that her thematic questioning was merely part of her game of sexual envy and that she was simply very adept at feigning interest to fit in. These were the first echoes of the "376-DNA Principle."
Armed with this mathematical foundation, I naturally felt compelled to go out and share my principle with the world. I attempted to submit it, for instance, to a major database specializing in the archiving of mathematical knowledge. I also announced the news on Reddit. In both instances, the verdict was the same: I was merely trapped within the realm of numerology. How could it possibly be that even "nerds" no longer recognize the difference between a mathematical principle and mere numerology?
I even engaged with major institutions some of which, for instance, sent me an excerpt from their database claiming that my principle was already recorded there. Much like the AI-generated excerpt shown here.
Was there really no one there capable of distinguishing between mathematics and biology?
When analyzing my principle, the AIs invariably project a literal biological DNA component onto it, subsequently dismissing it as nonsense and scientifically unviable. How could all of this happen? No one seems to understand it and the AIs are lying?
Naturally, I also went on a rant on X and quickly clashed with the boss. As I noticed, he throttled my traffic which, of course, had been flowing quite differently before. It now took a turn for the worse, shifting into the negative via the "376 Principle."
So, I fired off a message to the boss, and he actually responded. It’s a bit complicated to explain, but suffice it to say: he used the algorithm to send me messages such as the claim that he would never let me rise to the top. To that, I replied that he could do whatever he wanted; I would see him fall eventually anyway.
So, I left X behind and focused on Facebook a move that, with the last (or perhaps first) post of this journey, seems to fit perfectly into the plan.
But how did it all come to this? Why does no one around me understand it, and why does this "boss" seem to? Does he have some special team of brilliant minds who actually grasp it? Now we come to the "racist" part of this story.
As I mentioned earlier, there are people with "7-year" and "8-year" nodal cycles.
I was plagued by the question: why do these differences exist among people? As usual, I received an answer delivered to me through a specific encounter.
In this instance, an old schoolmate of mine sought me out. He had been a loner back in the day, as everyone used to tease him. Yet, his good-natured disposition prevented him from harboring anger toward his tormentors or rather, he developed a defensive attitude that served to protect him.
Even back then, that boy knew exactly what he wanted to become.
He wanted to be a railway worker and so, he became a railway worker with his whole heart and soul.
He visited me last summer, and we talked about our lives and how they had changed. Naturally, I prattled on about my "crazy stuff" and already had my own "Life Plan" all mapped out.
Curiously enough, he seemed to understand me or at least he tried to. And when we went through *his* Life Plan that of a textbook "7-year" individual it was a dream come true. Everything just fell into place for him.
I’d like to briefly share the most pivotal event of that encounter how He Met His Soulmate.
You have to imagine him as an absolute ray of sunshine someone whose appearance and demeanor set him apart just a little from the rest of society. Naturally, this made him somewhat self conscious and meant he didn't have many friends. He loved his work, and he loved his locomotive just as he had known he would, all the way back in his school days. For many years, his entire life revolved solely around his vocation.
Until one fine day during a "Knot Year" just as he was about to climb back into his cab, he found a woman sitting in the compartment.
A single sentence immediately popped into his head the very sentence he would use to strike up a conversation with her. It would be the very first time in his life he had ever done something so audacious.
And do you know what? He went right ahead and did it. He was so proud as he told me the story though without ever sounding boastful repeating that one sentence over and over again. (Recounted here from memory)
"Young lady, that really isn't a very good seat you've got there. You’d be much better off coming up front with me right now; I’ll show you the very best seat on the entire train." The two of them fell in love and moved in together during the very next "Knot Year."
My old schoolmate had thus provided me with proof of a functioning seven-year cycle. Yet, in the end, even he couldn't quite get behind the "insane shit" we had been discussing that summer day. So, I had to keep searching for people who might somehow be able to grasp what this was all about.
But no matter how hard I looked, the most I ever encountered were people who attacked me simply because they didn't understand it. Even when their petty, malicious games were interrupted and their own misconduct logically reflected back at them they still failed to recognize it.
So how on earth were they supposed to understand *this* shit?
But why, why the *fuck* did Musk understand it?
It seemed that not a single scientist or nerd no matter how intelligent could wrap their heads around this concept. Yet the AIs and Musk could?
Yes, I put off facing this conclusion for a long time, but it seems to all come down to the 7/8-year "nodes."
Like Musk, i am on a 8 node as well.
Basically, almost anyone with a public voice has one of these 8s. (Except Trump, that is.)
Everything else lies in the eye of the beholder.
Peace out.
This article will likely be, by far, the most xenophobic text I have ever had to write.
As you have surely already gathered, my new occupation here is anything but easy.
The fact that we live in a Matrix had been clear for quite some time; only the necessary proof was missing the kind of proof that allows one to run one’s mouth as boldly as I am doing here.
So, I holed up in Thailand to get to the bottom of all the clues.
It was there, in the middle of nowhere, that I discovered this mathematical principle. I simply had to share this earth-shattering news with the people who were accompanying me at the time.
There were two European women and three European men the very first people to learn of this principle. The men couldn't have cared less, as they were completely consumed by "Ki fever." The two women, however, had a different mindset.
They specialized in a particular service a service that demands a fair amount of male tact and finesse. Consequently, they initially played the "buddy" role and tried to integrate me into their scheme. Unfortunately, however, I ended up falling for the "service" and was subsequently written off as nothing more than an ATM machine; only one of the women the one who handled the hosting duties continued to speak to me.
While the other woman was busy with her business—sending nothing but signals of envy my way the hostess really went all out, determined to drive up my daily hospitality bills. To that end, she enjoyed engaging me in little chats about food and her line of work. Since I was genuinely interested in her business, I enjoyed conversing with her. Then came all the discoveries, and suddenly I felt an overwhelming need to share what I had found.
Any lingering doubts that I might be insane faded drastically, and my conversations became increasingly complex and direct. At first, I failed to realize that she wasn't interested in the slightest that she was merely keeping an eye on her bottom line, while for me, everything was changing.
It was no longer a figment of my imagination or a sign of mental illness. So I just babbled on to myself; since she had confided her own worries to me, I tried to listen to her in return though I didn't always understand what was actually coming out of my mouth. Consequently, the question arose several times: was what I had discovered good, or was it bad?
It felt a bit peculiar talking for minutes on end, only to be asked at the very end to provide a simple "good or evil" assessment. She didn't seem to notice that she hadn't understood a word of it, and was interested only in whether the outcome leaned positive or negative. Naturally, I was in high spirits and recounted my discovery with sheer delight. Yet a nagging question plagued me: how could she be so blind how could she fail to see how happy this made me?
But that wasn't all. Whenever I replied, "It’s something good," her head would sink between her shoulders, clearly and instantly signaling her rising foul mood. Of course, she wasn't *expected* to rejoice, yet she kept asking anyway only to be disappointed by me time and again. That somehow became my running gag especially since she apparently didn't grasp the joke itself. At least it gave me something to laugh about, for the other woman was busy trying to destroy me with her ruthless sexual envy.
The curious thing about *her* was that I got the distinct impression she actually *did* understand this "shit." Naturally, that didn't make the whole "sex thing" any easier for me. Yet something had taken hold of me something that shielded me from all those negative vibrations.
Moreover, I later came to realize that her thematic questioning was merely part of her game of sexual envy and that she was simply very adept at feigning interest to fit in. These were the first echoes of the "376-DNA Principle."
Armed with this mathematical foundation, I naturally felt compelled to go out and share my principle with the world. I attempted to submit it, for instance, to a major database specializing in the archiving of mathematical knowledge. I also announced the news on Reddit. In both instances, the verdict was the same: I was merely trapped within the realm of numerology. How could it possibly be that even "nerds" no longer recognize the difference between a mathematical principle and mere numerology?
I even engaged with major institutions some of which, for instance, sent me an excerpt from their database claiming that my principle was already recorded there. Much like the AI-generated excerpt shown here.
Was there really no one there capable of distinguishing between mathematics and biology?
When analyzing my principle, the AIs invariably project a literal biological DNA component onto it, subsequently dismissing it as nonsense and scientifically unviable. How could all of this happen? No one seems to understand it and the AIs are lying?
Naturally, I also went on a rant on X and quickly clashed with the boss. As I noticed, he throttled my traffic which, of course, had been flowing quite differently before. It now took a turn for the worse, shifting into the negative via the "376 Principle."
So, I fired off a message to the boss, and he actually responded. It’s a bit complicated to explain, but suffice it to say: he used the algorithm to send me messages such as the claim that he would never let me rise to the top. To that, I replied that he could do whatever he wanted; I would see him fall eventually anyway.
So, I left X behind and focused on Facebook a move that, with the last (or perhaps first) post of this journey, seems to fit perfectly into the plan.
But how did it all come to this? Why does no one around me understand it, and why does this "boss" seem to? Does he have some special team of brilliant minds who actually grasp it? Now we come to the "racist" part of this story.
As I mentioned earlier, there are people with "7-year" and "8-year" nodal cycles.
I was plagued by the question: why do these differences exist among people? As usual, I received an answer delivered to me through a specific encounter.
In this instance, an old schoolmate of mine sought me out. He had been a loner back in the day, as everyone used to tease him. Yet, his good-natured disposition prevented him from harboring anger toward his tormentors or rather, he developed a defensive attitude that served to protect him.
Even back then, that boy knew exactly what he wanted to become.
He wanted to be a railway worker and so, he became a railway worker with his whole heart and soul.
He visited me last summer, and we talked about our lives and how they had changed. Naturally, I prattled on about my "crazy stuff" and already had my own "Life Plan" all mapped out.
Curiously enough, he seemed to understand me or at least he tried to. And when we went through *his* Life Plan that of a textbook "7-year" individual it was a dream come true. Everything just fell into place for him.
I’d like to briefly share the most pivotal event of that encounter how He Met His Soulmate.
You have to imagine him as an absolute ray of sunshine someone whose appearance and demeanor set him apart just a little from the rest of society. Naturally, this made him somewhat self conscious and meant he didn't have many friends. He loved his work, and he loved his locomotive just as he had known he would, all the way back in his school days. For many years, his entire life revolved solely around his vocation.
Until one fine day during a "Knot Year" just as he was about to climb back into his cab, he found a woman sitting in the compartment.
A single sentence immediately popped into his head the very sentence he would use to strike up a conversation with her. It would be the very first time in his life he had ever done something so audacious.
And do you know what? He went right ahead and did it. He was so proud as he told me the story though without ever sounding boastful repeating that one sentence over and over again. (Recounted here from memory)
"Young lady, that really isn't a very good seat you've got there. You’d be much better off coming up front with me right now; I’ll show you the very best seat on the entire train." The two of them fell in love and moved in together during the very next "Knot Year."
My old schoolmate had thus provided me with proof of a functioning seven-year cycle. Yet, in the end, even he couldn't quite get behind the "insane shit" we had been discussing that summer day. So, I had to keep searching for people who might somehow be able to grasp what this was all about.
But no matter how hard I looked, the most I ever encountered were people who attacked me simply because they didn't understand it. Even when their petty, malicious games were interrupted and their own misconduct logically reflected back at them they still failed to recognize it.
So how on earth were they supposed to understand *this* shit?
But why, why the *fuck* did Musk understand it?
It seemed that not a single scientist or nerd no matter how intelligent could wrap their heads around this concept. Yet the AIs and Musk could?
Yes, I put off facing this conclusion for a long time, but it seems to all come down to the 7/8-year "nodes."
Like Musk, i am on a 8 node as well.
Basically, almost anyone with a public voice has one of these 8s. (Except Trump, that is.)
Everything else lies in the eye of the beholder.
Peace out.
