We took a LOT of energy today.
For starters, the Root, Sacral, and Solar Plexus Chakras were out of sync.
Then we requested an emotional scan.
We’ll see what clears overnight, and I’ll post what remains tomorrow.
Finally, we requested a Cocktail Scan.
So, to put it mildly…
We apparently wanted some stress management today.
Maybe that was preparation for Episode 3 of the latest Fractal Fairy Tale.
Here goes.
DAY 3
Except it’s…
Many, many, many, many, many, many days later…
913,106, to be precise, depending on who’s counting.
Point being—
we’re now more than 2,500 years into the phenomenal cosmic reality game known as:
THE SIMULATION FORMERLY KNOWN AS PARADISE.
Only the most advanced players were allowed to enter.
It was, by far, the most challenging game.
And the entrance requirement?
Complete memory erasure.
No realization that it was all a game.
No memory of cosmic origin.
Most importantly:
Participants had forgotten that EVERYTHING IS ENERGY.
Instead…
MATTER ruled.
A being by the name of WALDO oversaw the process.
Waldo was the one who had eventually changed the players into donkeys to prevent them from catching on to the simulation.
Now that we’re up to date—
On approximately Day 913,106, Waldo and his minions, known as the Screenies, were spending yet another day doubled over with laughter while watching—and manipulating—the game.
For a very long time, manipulation had been fairly simple.
Priests.
Bad weather.
A little childhood conditioning.
That sort of thing.
But still…
Consciousness kept rising.
Nobody in Waldo’s department was entirely sure how.
Some of the players were even beginning to win certain parts of the game.
Something had to be done.
Their Pineal Glands had to be turned down.
Waldo assumed turning them into donkeys would solve the problem.
It did not.
Frequency had always been part of managing the game, but somehow even the donkeys seemed to be going through some sort of shift.
And there were still a few humans wandering around.
So another measure was introduced.
SCREENS.
IN ALL FORMS.
EVERYWHERE.
The results were spectacular.
Waldo and the Screenies had always worked with screens, of course.
That was how they had observed the players for millennia.
They themselves were IMMUNE to any programming or harm.
Far too powerful.
Obviously.
And it was SO entertaining to watch the herd stumble through every imaginable form of chaos.
Donkeys obeying every new directive without ever asking what it was for, what the risks were, or whether it applied to them personally.
Donkeys attending schools where teachers confidently repeated information they had never examined themselves.
Donkeys receiving certificates for memorizing useless information.
Donkeys calling curiosity “disruptive behavior.”
Donkeys going to churches where they were taught to fear God.
Donkeys following influencers whose primary qualification was that millions of other donkeys followed them.
Donkeys going deeply into debt to appear successful.
Donkeys eating food engineered to make them want more of it, then purchasing programs teaching them how to stop wanting more of it.
Donkeys buying devices designed to save time and then complaining that they had no time.
Donkeys sleeping beside machines specifically designed to keep them awake.
Donkeys believing something must be true because they had heard it repeatedly.
Donkeys confusing disagreement with hatred.
Donkeys repeating slogans instead of examining ideas.
Donkeys celebrating the suffering—even the deaths—of other donkeys simply because those donkeys belonged to a different herd.
Donkeys allowing algorithms to decide what they should fear, desire, purchase, admire, envy, and despise.
Donkeys treating experts as infallible when they agreed with them and idiots when they did not.
Donkeys treating celebrities as philosophers.
Donkeys sabotaging their lives in an astonishing variety of ways—substance abuse being only one of them.
Donkeys choosing leaders according to herd loyalty while rarely examining what those leaders actually did.
Donkeys working at jobs they hated so they could buy things that briefly distracted them from the jobs they hated.
Donkeys memorizing statistics from games they did not play while remaining strangely ignorant of the statistics governing their actual lives.
There were dark parts of the game too.
Things that made even some of the Screenies stop laughing.
But meanwhile, Waldo took enormous pleasure in one development in particular.
The donkeys now consulted screens for almost everything.
“What should we eat?”
Screen.
“What should we believe?”
Screen.
“What should we buy?”
Screen.
“Who should we admire?”
Screen.
“Who should we fear?”
Screen.
“Who should we be angry with today?”
Screen.
And then one day—
one of the thousands of screens in Waldo’s observation room flashed red.
WARNING.
On Screen 4,672,991 sat a donkey.
His screen was lying beside him.
Dark.
OFF.
Waldo slowly leaned forward.
The donkey was looking…
UP.
And inside the donkey’s mind—
because, yes, Waldo could see thoughts too—
something was beginning to appear.
A flash of gold.
A Crown.
Somewhere beneath thousands of years of conditioning, distraction, fear, repetition, noise, entertainment, authority, advertising, opinions, algorithms, and Hee-Haws…
…something had begun to wake up.
In one donkey.
Waldo shot to his feet.
“WHO IS THAT DONKEY?”
Because a donkey staring at a screen was manageable.
But a donkey who had turned the screen OFF…
…was dangerous.
Because if one donkey remembered—
others might too.
So—
Who was this donkey?
And perhaps the far more important question…
Who, exactly, was Waldo?