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CLARITY Shatters all Pretense
This is THE ISSUE of the 21st Century and it WILL Crash Freedom, so PLEASE be Forewarned.
Indigo is the color of truth, and it's about physical immortality as the future of human psycho-social resolution. Because new beings are affected by the sum of telepathy and are pre-
conditioned, pre-hypnotized, that is to say pre-sold out, or, pre-pavlovianized.....they tend to resist the robotical intentions of the living dead parents.
Let me be blunt here, please.
Across all cultures, humans are roboticized and hypnotized into breeding children to kill them just like all other farm animals. Guilt about this is suppressed becoming denial and pretense.
Love is fake until this is constantly addressed. This is not about a one time confession but a shift for all of humanity....solving, together, all the ways their are to die. Parents of the
"Indigos" are, therefore, about as awake as the chickens who lay auto-feed eggs every 2 hours and 37 minutes....Robotica Pathosia aka the living dead. They (most parents) [YOU] are
attempting to "teach angels how to die".
The hypothetical man of truth (christians call this being christ) is not so much returning as a person as much as a phenomenon into all persons.
If you are reading this, you are probably an older person. It is You I accused of being the living dead. How 2 check....The words you speak as mortality resolution is life talk. Random
intent rhetoric small talk is death talk. Acting in front of children as if all is well while bringing them into the world to kill them is a flat out lie. Just stop lying. Become an Indigo
Adult. The problem will grow if you delay or resist. Resistance is futile, remember?
Good luck with truth. Please work together, help each other to stop lying.
Explaining this to all children will begin the process of Ending The Lie!!!
Most people who read this will try to keep their deathwish intact. Most people will not create feeling called. The inertia of your inappropriate conclusions, made about your human
experience will, in the end, cost you your LIFE. Is that really how you want it to be?
Intentionness is a response repertoire issued from a conclusional hierarchy, often cued from a memory/habit conditioning reservior of unsensed prejudicial interpretationing histories which
incompletely record/retrieve sensings of the composite reality.
This activity of our attempt at mind-use happens in a context of pre-consentual (violated) procreativity which by its very nature uses pre-conscious conspiratoriality to generate a steady
supply of maliciously created genetic roulette recipients, placed into dangerous terminal pathological situations with cultural, racial, sexual, and psycho-endocrinal prejudices in place
and sociologically differentiated uncoordinated interpretation-response systems..... each a unique expression of a designer obituary mime denial reactionism. Because of the violent nature
of the basic context of baby killer sacrificial evolvingness, consciousness rising is pre-empted by our pain avoidance mechanism. This closure forms a sticking point in the evolving
consciousness mechanism which will, otherwise, preceed, acceleratingly, toward coordinated Physical Permanism; an Internationalised Salvationing in Physicality.
The dna-centric encoded evolving expendable, chrono-nichemanship mechanism is a situationally dependent (stellar-planetary) energetically paracitical evolving response reaction, chemio-
physics security generating organism/mechanism/phenomenon. I have uncovered an ethics problem in this context that has been/is creating us as "its" unconsented victims and perpetrators, and
is using us as a source for the malicious generation of new involuntary sacrificial entities, who, strangely enough, would be better off if they are informed as to the nature and context of
their arisal. This they must aquire/extract through their own painful evolving aptitude of curiousity and perpicacity in an accumulative multi-synergistical electronic international
internetted conclusioning environment prefaced with an essentially infinite history of unintended confusionality. Aren't you glad I'm Not confused?
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