cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/45865158

Synchronicity sends me out to the campus again. Doesn't directly say that, but it is implied and I know it is what the aliens are talking about because I know the goal is exposure therapy, as it has been Their long-standing goal to condition me to be ready for my mission. I am there currently, or close, heart rate elevated from more than just pedaling.

On the way here, where I am sitting on a stone slab in the shade, I heard a distinct shutter click sound behind me. Whatever it was, God was telling me they are taking pictures of me/recording. This is a memirage; a false axiom that God sets up through what I believe might have been a speed camera to make me believe the message and that guides my behavior through magick intention-setting.

Vince had this story about how he knew he was being watched by a sniper and this made him keep his eyes locked forward. The Illuminati used that on me while I was in Miami Beach to condition me out of my maladaptive attention coordination, thanks to porn.

But this has me on edge. Already, I've accidentally looked/peeked at some flesh. It just happens! I don't want to! I look, eyes themselves moving, and it is blurred and I can't see what I'm exactly looking at until it refocuses, and at an unfortunate frequency, much less now than ever before, my eyes just “snap” to a butt or something.

There's girls near me waiting for the crosswalk, and they are, no, I can't think, I was trying to talk about my own thoughts, which became about them, so I started talking about them. I don't want to look, so the act of censoring part of the brain innately activates it. Don't think of a purple cow!

The conscious mind is like the tip of the iceberg. What you think is “you” is just a tiny fraction of what really is going on behind your eyes. Even if I don't perceive any conscious processes involving these articles of flesh and skimpy clothing in my peripheral, there's some daemon in me working with that information and influencing the mechanisms of my mind.

The more you resist the temptation to look at boobs n butts n stuff, the easier it gets, until it goes away. I don't have any temptation anymore. I am disentangled from that. Therein, the background processes of my mind do their thing, and micromistakes happen, and that I believe is one thing they want me to condition outta myself, because in traveling and being here, I am forced to correct these things.

It is easy to do the dead stare eight feet in front of me. It's hard navigating because I have to move my head and eyes and people are everywhere. So it's awkward, and I often fixate on a spot in space where there is no one and…there's a camera shutter sound. I don't know where that was, there it is again! I'm leaving.