As The Lord Spaketh, So Be It!

As the orange ball of light fled towards the horizon I abandoned the race. I knew I could not catch it, so I sat down once again in a lonely field.

The Lord spoke: "In the province of the mind there are no limitations"

I raised my eyes to the vault of heaven as tears rolled down my cheeks. 
"Lord, You know I am alone and so limited. Where is hope? What can I be?"
The thunderous voice went: "As high as clouds or deep as hell, it is your choice and your making!"

The orange globe of light whizzed again through the sky.
Once again I got up and proceeded to follow it. 
One sentence came to my mind. I repeated it as a mantra as I was walking faster: "This is my will, this is my will, Thy will be done and this is my will.". 
I walked throughout the night and until the next morning. 
The air was cool. The breeze was meek. 
Refreshed, I was carried forth by that sentence. I found hope again as I kept repeating it: "This is my will, this is my will, Thy will be done and this is my will"

Para-Lexical Opera

Follow the white rabbit (Chronology)

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In order to follow this story correctly you will have to read the posts in inverse order
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Computer Blue

(...) Having exited the room full of mirrors where reflections had shown me my fate, I arrived through a plain to a city which name is well known. 
It was an astounding sight.

Humans were in lines on a large marble floor extending to the horizon. All were dressed in blue. Men and women in their thousands, all seated in front of computer screens rapidly flickering.

From birth, configured to seat. Away from all sanity. 
Human screen-machines.

One could hear laughters and screams and cheers, humans' reactions to the spell of their computers. Flick. Flick. Flickering.

No-one walked. No-one ate or spoke to one another. 
Some weren't even breathing. All they were: Silent victims
Of the Dream-Machine.

ASLEEP?

The poor beings on this sad land would have been able to turn off their screens and walk away in an instant but they lacked the will to do so. 

Some were typing randomly, some were just staring, in awe at the images shown, their jaws ope, with delight salivating.

interface: man/machine

Once again I sat and prayed the One Great Lord Melkizeor to give them back their life, to free them from this seemingly enchanting fate. Thousands dressed in blue, lined in the dark land below. 
Seemingly happy. Seemingly fulfilled. Sit still. Flickering Screens.

ARE YOU?

I was watching the scene with despair. 

In the valley down below. 

I saw and I prayed. That's all I could do.

- One good idea. That's all that it took!-

☆

Suddenly an orange globe of light passed hissing in the sky. 

I decided to follow it...

(to be continued)

Snakes, ladders and dragonflies

Here we are, face to face.
You, the real ruler of this court
and I, the newborn, 
A naive orphan.
What are we gonna do?
Are we gonna waltz?
Are we gonna talk it out on loud politics?

I have walked a long way to come here.

You are very polite
You are very stern
I am so little in front of you!
What are we gonna do?
You're so professional
You look so good
Let us date and bladder the sink
Let us sing

"You are it!"

Forgive me

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I love you

<------------------ (portrait of the author)

Psionic Welfare (part 4)

I exited the actial perimeter and found myself in a meadow.

The One Lord on his cloud decided to destroy Psion.

I am free now!

All has disappeared from the darkness below. I am on Earth as if it was the first time.

There is a silver waterfall nearby and purple sparrows are flying around.
Clean air at last!

The doctors have been locked in a manor, their doomed fortress.
The slaves have been liberated.
The sordid circus is no longer.

As I start walking, a powerful thuderstorm clears away the remains of the actial energy field.

Behind me, the remnants of MK Clinic.

There is a clear road ahead.

I walk...
Free from insanity...
At last
...
Free

...and HAARP against AC/DC

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The project involves basic research needed to make possible a brain-computer interface for decoding thought and communicating it to an intended target. Applications are to situations in which it is either impossible or inappropriate to communicate using visual means or by audible speech; the long-term aim is to provide a significant advance in Army communication capabilities in such situations. 

Mind Control is about getting everyone around you to simply think, believe and assume exactly what you want them to. 
Mind Control is not about persuasion, sales, seduction or influence. These are just fields within Mind Control.
Mind Control is a much bigger picture than persuasion. It's about having people fall under your spell by their own choice . . . or so they think. 


✄ USE YOUR MIND...SET US FREE!

BELIEVE!

Liberation

Melkizeor on his High Throne looked down on the blind zombie warriors in lines, ready.

He shed a tear.

The slaves commanded and prepared to kill received his blessing.

Doctor Man Chu, evil incarnated, keeps a watchful eye on his army, programmed human beings, submitted, servile and  hypnotized.

Melkizeor from his high cloud pronounced the words: 

"And you shall be free!"

(Athm enters zone 1)

The orphanage, so sinister...

The slanted roof covers the whole barn
The light purple dimly inside the nursery, directly onto the tiny orange cradles. Lined Up.
Especially chosen. In rows of 6.
The clock strikes twelve.
The babies awaken by the backward tapes.
A smell of sulphur and paraffine. Acetone maybe. 
"This one next formatted" said Dr Zamenoff. 
Dr Cameron says "It's all ok!"

The orange lined up cradles. 
Babies. Orphans. Little Hands and Feet.

Just an experiment. We'll see if it helps.
Press hard. Dig well.

A siren, they're awake again. 

This time it's oats and warm milk and maple syrup. They must be hungry. After torture comes the sweet thing.

The Orphanage, property of the One Church. A MEN.

In the barn, lined up cots, cradles of hell awaiting the call.
A few months and they're good to go.

In the orphanage so sinister

.

THERE WERE JUST BABIES

NOW THEY'RE CONFIGURED!

E Sharp

...
A purple beam. Flash through the barn
The babies awaken

At Edgar Allan Memorial Institute
On the side flank of our Sacred Hill
There was a fire that destroyed everything
-Or so they say-Or so we think-
And all records' been eradicated

The tape, a hiss
They talking' back to front!
Or so the babies think

Another beam
The sound of sharp E

The babies get to sleep
...