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In my last post I said that we don’t need more information or technology. I firmly stand with that statement. I would even expand that statement to claim that most “professions” are not only redundant but they are directly or indirectly keeping the parasitical system we live in alive and stronger than ever. That system is the great parasite and its sole purpose is to keep us ignorant of our true nature so that it can keep on harvesting our energy. Our energy is the only currency in existence that matters. Not gold, not bitcoin, and obviously not the fake Rothschild central bank note we sacrifice our innocence, creativity and divinity for. Energy is what the parasite is after because it is what keeps it thriving.
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Everything has been said before. Information at this point of human (d)evolution is becoming more of a hindrance than an ally. I would even go as far as declaring that information age first gave us a short window of opportunity of transcendence (liberation- late nineties and very early 2000s) and quickly thereafter imprisoned us by spreading an explosion of purposefully created misinformation that became so abundant with the rise of social media, online entertainment and Google algorithms that force feed us what they want us to consider “the truth”.
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Information as we perceive it today is mostly expressed by words and words are the basic unit of our imprisonment within the matrix. I know that this is a big statement from Mr. Kasparec but it took me years of sitting with my own sorry ass to actually experience the truth of it.
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Since I started building on my land - Ojo de Agua (The Water Eye) in a small bled in Mexican sierra in July 2021, I got lots of attention from my followers on social media. They were used to my art content. I was indeed until then a professional full time visual artist with a very prolific routine.
I was pumping out new canvases every week like nobody’s business. I even lived (illegally) in my art studio, since I realized that I only spend 7 hours at home-to shower and sleep. Why waste another hour in transport and extra rent?
I banged together an open upper floor from plywood and put a mattress on it. All I had to do in the morning was climb down a makeshift ladder and I could paint again. That was magic for me.
Art was my life. Literally.
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I am laying on a couch that I did not own till recently and I feel like a peel of a thoroughly squeezed lemon left out under the Mexican sun for couple days. Pretty juice-free.
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It has been exactly 1435 days since I embarked on the greatest adventure of my life that ended up….well it is not over and it is not that simple so let’s dive into it.
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