David Icke | Infinite Love is the Only Truth: Everything Else is Illusion
The play was a great success, but the audience was a disaster
-Oscar Wilde
The most effective way to disconnect from the manipulations of the Matrix is to laugh in its face. Once we take it seriously we become attached to the game through mind, emotion and fear. The Matrix only exists because we believe its illusions are real, but we don’t have to.
The mind-game has such a grip on reality that people get angry, obsessive or outraged about the most irrelevant bollocks and this myopia cements their arses to the web. In fact, it’s all bollocks. There is nothing, except Infinite Love, that isn’t bollocks. But oh, my – how we get caught. For example, I made the point in I am me, I am free, about the word fuck. Oh my God, did he really say that? ‘Ethel, he’s just said that rude word, it’s outrageous.’ I love it how newspapers, moral guardians that they are, always write the word as f***. What the fuck is that all about? When vou see f*** what goes through your mind? Fuck, exactlyfuck, but not to say it. What bollocks!
Nothing encapsulates how deeply the Matrix has control of the human psyche than our attitudes to the word fuck. It may not be the most beautiful of sounds, but if you hit your thumb with a hammer I challenge you to find a better one to sum up your feelings. Like all words it can be said with venom, matter-of-factly, or in humour and it is the energy and intent behind a word that has the effect, not the word itself. Fuck is just a sound that can produce a disruptive or harmonious resonance depending on the intent. So what’s the big deal about this word when the same is true of all the others? Once again it’s programming. We are told from childhood that the word is taboo and this imprint dictates the lifetime reaction in most people when they hear the dreaded four letters. To say sexual intercourse is fine, though not encouraged because even that’s embarrassing to many, but its one syllable stablemate is definitely persona non grata. Yet imagine if fuck meant something else, say sandwich.
Two pieces of bread with something in the middle is believed to be named after the fourth Earl of Sandwich because, it is said, in about 1762 he asked for meat to be served between slices of bread to avoid interrupting a gambling game. He had originally intended to take the title of Earl of Portsmouth and, if he had, we would now be eating portsmouths. It is also quite possible that if the earl had left his gambling game to have sex with a maid the word sandwich might now be slang for sexual intercourse. It would certainly give new meaning to ‘Im going for a sandwich’. How different it would be if the roles were reversed & by some quirk of events a sandwich was called a fuck. It would be fine to ask for a cheese & tomato fuck, heavy on the mayo but moral outrage would ensue if you asked for a sandwiching fuck. I can say buck & that’s OK. I can say duck & that’s OK. But when I say fuck, there are knickers twisting in every direction. It’s so pathetic & if we can get uptight about a single word, what chance have we got of extricating ourselves from the trillions of far more powerful ways the illusion attaches itself to our sense of reality? It’s the same with nudity. They say a perfect god created the human body and then condemn you for showing it. For goodness sake, they are just illusory willies and illusory breasts. If the taboo programming was not there in the first place no one would give a toss about nudity.
People talk about wanting to be free and yet they can’t get past first base by not being outraged by a bare bum or a single word. Deep breath … Fuuuuuuuuuck. There, see, did anyone die? No one’s been hit by a lighting strike or a cruise missile?
It’s just a fucking word and we are Infinite Consciousness – All Possibility. Jeeeez. I saw a notice outside the studios at a Los Angeles radio station listing all the words a government agency decreed could not be used on air. It said the fine for doing so was $500,000. One of these words was … shit. You can say excrement and pay nothing, but use the word shit for the same substance and you are threatened with a fine of half a million dollars. Give me a shove will you? I’m ready to wake up now. We are so focused on the twigs, like fuck and shit, that we can’t see the trees, let alone the forest. I am not saying everyone should go round swearing if that’s not their choice, but if someone else does, so what?
Sex is another of the moral stickies that keeps people attached to the illusion. I saw an American right-wing Christian say that he was worried about gay marriage and wanted Bush elected to stop it. He was worried about gay marriage? Well, I think I see a way out of this: don’t marry a gay, then. There, simple, what shall we do now? I am tempted to start an Internet advice column and call it noneofyourbloodybusiness.com. What right has anyone to decide if a gay marries a gay? It’s their business and what the hell are we doing moralising about relationships never mind legislating for them? Whether you are gay or what they call ‘straight’ it is only a software program transmitted from and through the DNA/RNA. Infinite Consciousness is All Possibility, the balance of everything, and it doesn’t have our version of ‘sex’ in its non-Matrix form. The super-hologram is where ‘physical’ sex takes place and gay or straight it doesn’t matter. They are both expressions of duality, as is all that male-female stuff. It only happens in the realms of illusion and division. From the perspective we are discussing here, the sexual act, whether between ‘straights’ or ‘gays’, involves inserting a holographic illusion into a holographic illusion and our central processing unit telling us if we are enjoying it or not.
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