EVERYTHING IS A LIE

Truth is created

If everything is a lie, then the statement that everything is a lie is a lie.
if nothing is true nothing must be untrue

I am a member of this site but for now I am anonymous to protect my identity.

I want you to open your mind for one split second.

I want you to read this as a dystopian fiction novel to yourself but then realize that you, yes you, are actually LIVING in this fiction.

So basically I was taking 80mg edibles about three times a week for around 3 weeks and at one point I THOIGHT I had officially lost my mind. The first few times it was incredible. I was in downtown Seattle, rolling on the front lawn of the Space Needle in 30 degree weather. Or I'd have my head out of a car window just envisioning I was an orb and not a human. More of a soul than a physical body.

Then it started getting more serious. I started viewing the world differently. I started seeing the way humans acted in every day life and it all made sense to me - it hit me hard - how we are products of our environment more than anything else. We are like trees or plants. Which ones got the most sunlight and which ones didn't?

I began viewing the others with the notion that maybe we were in the 1700s or even the BCs, what would they be doing then? Pushing carts around linoleum floors, dropping any food item they desire into that basket and then using MONEY (I could go on forever about how fake money is) to buy those things....is that our reason? Is that our purpose? It fucked with me.

When I was in public, everyone was me and I was everyone. There was no fear. They were all me. Some of the me's got more sunlight than others. Some of them were unevolved me. But we were all there, breathing. Surviving. Pretending. WE HAVE BEEN PRETENDING FOR SO LONG WE THINK THIS IS REAL LIFE! WE THINK THE SUPERBOWL IS IMPORTANT. WE THINK GREEN PAPER WITH A DEPICTION OF A DEAD MANS FACE ON IT IS THE SOLE PURPOSE OF OIR EXISTENCE. WE GO TO SCHOOLS TO ACQUIRE MORE OF THAT PAPER. WE SEE OTHERS WITH BETTER THINGS THAN US (material: transportation, dwellings, body accessories) AND WE FOLLOW THE PATH THEY TOOK. WE ARE NOTHING BUT FOLLOWERS.

So it all became too much for me. To see what no one else was seeing. Day after day these people are waking up, thinking this is real life. But it isn't! It's a SIDE SHOW. Its a DISTRACTION. AND THE WORST PART IS...the people in 'control' know this, and they play off of it. We are truly their sheep. The worst part is...

If we try to live any other way, we are homeless, we are bums, we are no ones. Dirty. Poor. Starving. Basic human needs will never be fulfilled. THAT is the worst part. They CONTROLLED OUR MINDS to the point where this, the charades and the bullshit, IS OUR ONLY OPTION.

Don't get me started on religion. Radio. TV. News. EVERYTHING WE THINK IS REAL IS A FUCKING LIE.

Sincerely,
21 year old female who is stuck in this cesspool with eyes open, alone

I am a member of this site but for now I am anonymous to protect my identity.

I want you to open your mind for one split second.

I want you to read this as a dystopian fiction novel to yourself but then realize that you, yes you, are actually LIVING in this fiction.

So basically I was taking 80mg edibles about three times a week for around 3 weeks and at one point I THOIGHT I had officially lost my mind. The first few times it was incredible. I was in downtown Seattle, rolling on the front lawn of the Space Needle in 30 degree weather. Or I'd have my head out of a car window just envisioning I was an orb and not a human. More of a soul than a physical body.

Then it started getting more serious. I started viewing the world differently. I started seeing the way humans acted in every day life and it all made sense to me - it hit me hard - how we are products of our environment more than anything else. We are like trees or plants. Which ones got the most sunlight and which ones didn't?

I began viewing the others with the notion that maybe we were in the 1700s or even the BCs, what would they be doing then? Pushing carts around linoleum floors, dropping any food item they desire into that basket and then using MONEY (I could go on forever about how fake money is) to buy those things....is that our reason? Is that our purpose? It fucked with me.

When I was in public, everyone was me and I was everyone. There was no fear. They were all me. Some of the me's got more sunlight than others. Some of them were unevolved me. But we were all there, breathing. Surviving. Pretending. WE HAVE BEEN PRETENDING FOR SO LONG WE THINK THIS IS REAL LIFE! WE THINK THE SUPERBOWL IS IMPORTANT. WE THINK GREEN PAPER WITH A DEPICTION OF A DEAD MANS FACE ON IT IS THE SOLE PURPOSE OF OIR EXISTENCE. WE GO TO SCHOOLS TO ACQUIRE MORE OF THAT PAPER. WE SEE OTHERS WITH BETTER THINGS THAN US (material: transportation, dwellings, body accessories) AND WE FOLLOW THE PATH THEY TOOK. WE ARE NOTHING BUT FOLLOWERS.

So it all became too much for me. To see what no one else was seeing. Day after day these people are waking up, thinking this is real life. But it isn't! It's a SIDE SHOW. Its a DISTRACTION. AND THE WORST PART IS...the people in 'control' know this, and they play off of it. We are truly their sheep. The worst part is...

If we try to live any other way, we are homeless, we are bums, we are no ones. Dirty. Poor. Starving. Basic human needs will never be fulfilled. THAT is the worst part. They CONTROLLED OUR MINDS to the point where this, the charades and the bullshit, IS OUR ONLY OPTION.

Don't get me started on religion. Radio. TV. News. EVERYTHING WE THINK IS REAL IS A FUCKING LIE.

Sincerely,
21 year old female who is stuck in this cesspool with eyes open, alone

80mg edibles?????????

Without the lie, truth could not be

Such that.

For truth to be credible

it must be the white amongst the black

Total truth cannot see truth.

One colour cannot see colour.

The saviour must always have a person to save

The judge must always have a person to judge

Beyond truth

Beyond the creator

Beyond the word

Indeed.

This moral relativism only creates wiggle room for those who want to justify degenerate behavior.

When I was younger, I used to believe in the idea that truth was subjective, until I had to live with the negative consequences of my personal beliefs and my choices.

The truth is ingrained within our intuition. Unfortunately, many people do not listen to that voice, and would prefer to listen to the voices of peer pressure and society.

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