Virtual Reality
Grow up!
I have this habit of leaving a lengthy comment on somebody else’s blog and then turning it into an essay here. The less response there is to the original, the more likely it is for it to turn up here in revised form. And here we go again.
I won’t link the original this time. I will just say that it offered an excellent view of where we are — a type of what was called by one of my former corporate employers as a current situational analysis (or something to that effect), though not quite that formal. “Situation on the ground” also comes to mind. Today, I am more inclined to call it “the mess we are in”.
I haven’t seen anyone else confess, so far, to reading Whitney Webb’s book One Nation Under Blackmail, but I have been reading it. It describes quite a mess. As I read, I keep asking “is this true?” I would love to have it turn out to be all made up. The problem with that is that she gives references, and I can also confirm a substantial portion of what she writes myself from other sources.
I have read volume 1 of the book, and am just starting volume 2, but I have already had to revist many of the events of my own life, seeing them in a new light. I think the clues were there all along, but I wasn’t making those kinds of connections at the time. I lived in the “virtual reality” that everyone I knew did, with the possible partial exception of my father.
My father was aware of and understood much more, being in the business that he was in. I can’t say much more about that because I don’t know — his work was mostly secret. I can say that he was a U.S. Air Force officer, with an undergraduate degree in math (according to him) and a masters degree in meteorology, and that he was a pilot and military flight instructor (T-39’s in the last years).
As a pilot, he spent a lot of time in the air going I know not where and doing I know not what. He worked in a research lab at one assignment, and he commanded a base weather station for a time at another. He retired a Lt. Colonel. There is more, but the particulars would be speculation on my part. I nevertheless have every reason to believe that he had direct insight into some of the things that Whitney Webb is writing about.
My father warned me that the history I was learning in high school was not what actually took place — now confirmed — and he told the truth about the nature California’s government — also confirmed, but I still live there. The hints I received from him have helped me throughout my life, although I didn’t always appreciate them at the time. He died when I was 32.
As I read this book, I find myself coming into touch with the lies underlying my entire 72-year existence. It's not pleasant. I spent the largest part of my life in the corporate world, working in various industries, doing work for what I thought were good causes, education, wind power, newspaper publishing, chip making (microprocessors), non-profit healthcare, and finally support of the 9-1-1 emergency calling system. It doesn’t look quite as good, however, once the backstory is known.
If that was all there was to it, I would be very discouraged. But it’s not. There is a bigger picture that is surprisingly easy to overlook, and I overlooked it for most of my life. It isn’t visible when viewing from our virtual world.
If we look at the promise of human technology, and do so honestly, it promises us everything but ultimately offers us convenience at the cost of our health and well being. It's a lie. But there are other technologies present with us here that are not human-conceived, and it is important to notice that. Organic life is among them, of which we are a product. When we allow the technology that is life to work, it can opearate flawlessly. It is hard to prove that statement, though, because we always seem to be trying to wreck it.
So there's a flaw, somewhere, that involves us. We could be described as defective technology, but I prefer to understand it as a matter of being immature technology that doesn't particularly want to grow up. This kind of thing can happen with technology so sophisticated that its products can think, mature, want things, and rebel against their source.
Source? Yes, source. The technology that is us came from somewhere. We can see that. We can also imagine that it didn't, that it was always there or that it just happened into existence. Those ideas are untrue. It came from somewhere. And it requires sustenance. It’s not abandoned. We can see this through close and thoughtful examination, using the abilities that we find we have, although confirming it involves more work. It’s a sign.
But there is a bunch of bad stuff happening on this planet, and we look for bad actors on which to pin the blame. That's a problem. It is easy enough to see what the leaders — “they” — are up to, at least for those that can see it, but what are “we” up to? It’s complicated.
Look at us. We want good things but we don't consistenly produce them. We have a tendency to be overly concerned about ourselves and to act on our own behalf, which is destabilizing. Our leaders do the same, and more. Stabilizing looks like “Do to others whatever you would like them to do to you.“ That’s not us, generally. Ultimately, although not necessarily directly, this situation leads to a kind of symbiotic relationship that creates and maintains this unstable hell-on-Earth existence. At least that’s what it looks like to me, sticking my head outside the virtual reality bubble.
What would put an end to this, and enable what's here to work as designed? I can think of something that won't, which is working as hard as we can stop these evil rulers. We can slow them down, and that is not a bad thing, but when it comes to stopping them, permanently, we've tried and failed time and time again. We fundamentally lack the ability to do what it would take, which is to first transform ourselves.
We can't fix this ourselves. We've spent thousands of years proving that, while living within our virtual world. Given the opportunity and our scientific knowledge, we could annihilate ourselves, and we're pretty close now, with multiple means of doing so already available, but that’s not a good solution at all. We are incomplete by design. We can’t add to ourselves that which we lack, any more than advanced technology can invent itself. But what we lack can be added to us.
Our design has a design problem, but a solvable one. It was anticipated. It is expected. We see the effects even if we don’t understand them. A maturation phase is required, a form of gestation period. We are in it. We’re not done yet. We are a work in progress, and it is not primarily our own work. Unlike with human gestation, however, we are conscious and can make decisions good and bad, but we have a built-in tendency toward making certain bad ones. We lean toward self suffiency in areas where we cannot be self sufficent. Again, this was anticipated.
I am not saying anything particularly original. All this was given long ago. There is far more to the story, and the future gets worse before it gets better. The solution is simple, and it's not. As with life technology, we also came from somewhere, by somebody's hand. That "hand" is available to help, if we would but knock off this crud, quit blaming everybody and everything else, admit that we each have a problem — an ultimately fatal one if we don’t relinquish our self-reliance and seek help — and begin to seriously cooperate for once with that somebody in doing what must be done about it.
Globally that may not happen, but individually it is quite possible. Given the rate of our scientific "progress", however, this would appear to be a limited-time opportunity. There's no time like the present.
I could frame everything I have said in religious language, as has traditionally been done. I am fine with that language, knowing what it does and does not mean, but many of you may not be, and so I often avoid it. The same language can be used to describe things that are true, and things that are not, and it is commonly used both ways. I hope to avoid confusion by using contemporary language instead. Unfortunately, this also means leaving out some very important things for the time being. But all in due time.
The process of maturing requires engagement. It doesn’t just happen. It is challenging. “How narrow is the gate and difficult the way that leads to life, and few are those who find it!“ It is not convenient or popular. But without it, we can never leave this present life behind and become what we were designed to become, any more than human birth can take place without gestation.
If you see this need for engagement but have not yet engaged, I suggest you do. It is not a solo thing, but the help you need is available for the asking. I can’t provide very much myself alone, but I can point to some of the others who can assist.
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This is an interesting way to think about the problem. But to want to mature, one first has to be led to want that. In John we're told that the Father must lead before we can desire to change. I know plenty of people who have zero desire to change, so all I can do is pray for their hearts and eyes to open. It's quite mysterious to me because all my life I've thought about these things, even when I was quite happily heathen. I have a sibling that claims she would never have thought God up had she been alone on the earth, another who became disillusioned and bitter over promises she thinks religion broke, and a third who never questioned God and never will. He's the happy one. We all had the same religious upbringing. None of this is to dispute what you wrote, just my musing on why some search out the narrow gate and others just don't care that it exists. They don't think about it. Apparently, according to John, they can't because the Father hasn't drawn them. Is this where our prayers come in (sometimes very desperate, because of how much we love these people)? Does God then say oh very well, because you just won't stop badgering me about so and so, I'll do a little knocking on them?
Just some thoughts to add to yours.
All day long I need and ask for divine advice and help. I cannot afford to ignore my Heavenly Father because when I have, I am full of regret for my pride in thinking that I can do life without Him.