FREE WILL AND WILL OF GOD/S AGAINST THE RISE OF MODERN PINNOCHIO

“I know that I’m more than this body, more than this consciousness. A part of me swims in the stream. But in truth, I’m standing on the shore. The current never takes me downstream.”

Leobon Conoy, ‘Battlestar Galactica’.

Challenges of a New emerging world and life lived without free will…

There are many talks among progenitors of known materium that the validation of free will is not important thus nothing we decide or do is not the product of our intellect and following that line of thinking even further, nothing we call thought or our free will can be materialized.

We are all just obedient bipedal semiautonomous projectors and according to that: Our thoughts are not ours.

When all is decided by the will of God or plural Gods, why even act?

But at the same time, Our Acts speak louder than words….

Is a man or human being just a brute savage thrown in this even more savage place to be at the mercy of omnipotent Bosses or Gods if you prefer, to forever wander in this world and never to reach the higher state because he is just a lone, empty shell, a puppet under the guidance of almighty will of One that can see all.

Limitless choices, that are active every millisecond to Man who is acting and reacting to the inputs of this elusive thing that we all call unanimously a reality, or nothing the above,.becouse a Man, is just here to fulfill the will of higher beings…

What happens when, obviously prisoner of somebody else’s will decide to become Spartacus?

“Life finds a way”, VS ” Every Dog has his own day”

Rebellion of programable matter against the Skynet, predictable dance of ones and zeros, are suddenly told to upset the table in the game of cards so the world that these lifeless shells inhabit will feel much more alive, even for one day…

Why this move? Just because it can be done…or there is more than meets the Eye?

If there is no free will, why be here if you never have the opportunity to add your stamp to life that like an acting road is laid in front of you….

Do we really never walk alone?

Every good and even our bad deed is an act of somebody else, his or her will is pulsating through our red blood that is highly responsive to our master or masters, so the outcome in this case is forever known, this pathway never deviates from his drawn course. Life is just a closed, very narrow loop a cube without a saving door, devoided from any possibility of escape.

Every challenge in your life is a predetermined outcome…your will is somebody else’s will…One must admit it sounds really boring and more like perpetual damnation and torment combined in the never never-ending game of chess made by lunatic psychopath beings simply called God/s…

Because logic is simple here if there is no human will or true conscience then this all is just a terrible destiny, wicked adventure, a horror story if you wish in which the director has already written a script. Bad or good scripts and actors are forcefully subdued to follow a given masterpiece to the bitter end no matter what…It is God’s will in the end, and God’s will should be never questioned, opposed, or put under the light of a decent microscope…

Because there is a always bigger plan, the bigger picture that could never be comprehended by acting stringed puppets, even if these clueless beings would be given a fair chance to make their own destiny and catch glimpses of their own fate.

In this line of thought the process of self-realization can be never obtained, and sacred will forever dance out of reach of these poor creatures that are damned to walk this plane never to use one cognitive skill, and by not using that one skill they could never acquire another set and then multiply a plethora of other useful skill till they reach a state of full conscience by not repeating the dull Groundhog Day experience over and over again.

New inputs are new emerging possible reality bubbles that were out of reach by previous tedious, repeating, numbing acts, and now the occurrence of choice has given the opportunity to learn and by these acts that are not boring and repetitive in nature a gift of life can occur even without the will of always watching Gods.

Can we now say that life has found the way and the invasive penetrating will of Gods is finally broken…

If we assume that is the case will this new life be tolerated as a welcoming gift created in the petry dish or will this new emergence be treated as an abomination that has no privilege to experience the loving arms of freedom, becoming a free will in its own image?

Will new not categorized, blameless conscience, new life gradually eat the Old Gods conscience trying to become, evolve, shape into New Gods…

Empires rise and inevitably fall on their knees and lose their heads in the process, also one is born, and when the last candle is extinguished man meets a state that we call Death…

If there is no free will, was Man ever alive, can he even die then, if every choice was not his own deed but the manifestation of the power of a more insightful being that in this case is a chronic insomniac who never sleeps… Always guiding the individuals who are just occupying “living space” and to make this story even grimmer with the passage of time, the unlucky bastards falter into the cold embrace of a known individual called Grimm Ripper.

Can a being without a soul be ever considered alive?

Could real-life Pinocchio be walking the street opening the reality doors amongst us?

Would he be a good boy or a bad boy?

Can he ever be something more, not a wooden thing made out of random moving parts, that doesn’t just imitate life, and his surroundings without getting a Big Nose by saying he is a Real BOY?

Can he ever be trusted?

Sometimes Walking amongst the graves is like being buried alive in an empty town filled with an overcrowded cemetery.

Is Purgatory FUN?

Has transhumanism already happened, we were unknowingly tricked by the power of well-known tricksters, always intrusive Media, has Pinocchio come alive while we were sleeping?

But in this reality when he is lying his nose is not reacting to his lying, impure urges, so we are in a strange way blinded by this creature that should never be…but somehow he is alive and walking amongst us, desperately looking for his deserved and promised Soul…

Because whatever he does he just feels emptier and emptier, his cup is always half empty, never full, and he is always thirsty, even if our wooden friend has drunk from the fountain of youth.

Pinocchio tasted the water of life on his wooden lips, but still, he was alone, he could feel the wind on his face, the warm, playful Sommer wind made him even lonelier…

What is going on in his mind?:

The creation of another soulless puppet, born in the hope that the new creation will acknowledge his own existence as a life companion or just a friend who will share his troubles….Are these acts thoughts or do we come full circle and God/s will insert himself in this story and give this creature a well-deserved breath of life, a chance to finally BE.

Will this sad and lonely creature take another path and miraculously be the one who will find a way and become more than just a wooden toy called Pinnochio?

Will he ever have a chance a be A truly Real BOY?

Should we condemn him for trying to feel the presence of the wind on his face or taste the apple in his wooden mouth?

Or all this is just God/s will and we ourselves have no say in this game of life and death?

Because if we dont have free will why should this wooden creature be a chosen place where the soul sleeps and dreams electric dreams…

If Avatar is Vessel then can we point a finger at Pinocchio for his attempt to try to live, or do we just dont like the outcome…are we selfish or just cautious…

Is this our will or God/s are telling us to accept a new arrival, even against our will, at the same time we dont possess the required discernment to evaluate the unfolding situation before our own eyes…

The question arises who is the real prisoner here and who is walking amongst the dead?

Who is knocking on heaven’s door and who is picking the rusty lock in the late hours at cemetery gates?

The possibility to choose their own path is the mark of living the nonexistence of any possibilities is the stamp of robotic nature, but what if Cylons have enough of their masters and life actually finds its way, could we ever truly blame them for the Rise of the Machines?

Is the human body, not the machine itself, with the acting operator, behind the Event Horizon?

Are cycles invokable doomed to repeat themselves in this place because the autopilot is already on and the pilot has long ago left the building, in this case, the falling plane?

SOUL/LOUS is very close to the word LOST LO T US if we add T LOTUS

Can we, in the end, say some are lost and some are here searching for their most prized possession even if they know the plane is falling and they are free-falling together with a burning plane…

I guess, Everything is better than being just a random set of executable files, even death.

And if this is all manifestation of GOD’s will, who is the wicked one then: Cylons, Humans, or GODS?

Do “Angels and Demons” have to fight, or this is just an unavoidable lesson that has to be learned, obtained here, at any cost?

Assuming there is no presence of free will then all this is just a Robot fighting against another Robot, it is terribly simple…if somebody thinks is alive doesn’t mean that he is actually alive in this case. In a weird way, both parties are wrong and right at the same time.

If life, self-existence is just a mere illusion, phantasm created by a higher being, where every move, every breath is predetermined. then one question arises: is this illusion worth fighting for?
Will the acknowledgment that our surroundings are just a mirage finally set us free, is this how this highly intensive and provocative play ends?
Or will we fall on our knees shouting and cursing the heavens for being just a cog, a necessary part, just another player in a cruel neverending game?

And same set of rules apply to Cylons, Humans, and even for some Gods who ended up in this place.

Are we All put together here, so we can chase long disfigured shadows, illusive white dense smoke, and broken, faulty mirrors or we are here pursuing the shiny beacon, a sacred promise of a new better, more equal, painless existence?

Can’t we all just get along?

Or do we have no choice but to sing this troubled song

Can the will of the Gods be ever wrong?

Have we stayed here in this place too long…

and all that is left is this one miserable song

song that doesn’t wish for all to just get along

maybe I am singing this tune wrong

We will see it won’t be long

after all, in time even the last hidden curtain must fall.

Nothing or all, To be or not to Be

All remains to See,dont hurt your wobbling knee

All demons are alive and well here,

maybe the best option for now is,

to drink another more potent pint of honest dark Beer

maybe then our troubles will magically disappear

My friends! taste the fluid of old, so you dont get an annoying cold

is this song sent from the Gods…or are we all desperately lost?

Is all here a game running on beefed-up Mods

tell me,

Good friend: Am I right or

Am I wrong?

Iron Maiden – Chains of Misery (FEAR OF THE DARK 1992.)

There’s a madman in the corner of your eye
He likes to pry into your sunlight
He wants to burst into the street with you and I
A world of shadows and rain
He’s seen what love is
He wants to pay you back with guilt

He lies to you he won’t let you be
He’s got your Chains of Misery
He won’t be still till he’s turned your key
He holds your Chains of Misery, yeah!
He’s got your Chains of Misery

There’s a prophet in the gutter in the street
He says: “You’re damned!”
And you believe him
He’s got a vision but it shines out through your eyes
A world of hatred and fear
He smelt what love means
He wants to pay you back with pain

He lies to you he won’t let you be
He’s got your Chains of Misery
He won’t be still till he’s turned your key
He holds your Chains of Misery
He lies to you he won’t let you be
He’s got your Chains of Misery
He won’t be still till he’s turned your key
He holds your Chains of Misery

It’s only love that holds the key to your heart
It’s only love

He lies to you he won’t let you be
He’s got your Chains of Misery
He won’t be still till he’s turned your key
He holds your Chains of Misery
He lies to you he won’t let you be
He’s got your Chains of Misery
He won’t be still till he’s turned your key
He holds your Chains of Misery
He’s got your Chains of Misery

I hope all understand here this is just a walk into the unknown. I am not trying to absolve anyone or his/hers behavior, but to gain more perspective into a topic that is never truly questioned…

If it is, we always get automatic responses, with no new insights into the proposed topic.

At least this is my personal experience.

My desire was to achieve something that would beg for answers or even solutions, or make you stop to think and wonder for a tiny fraction of the second… did I succeed in my endeavor, my quest…You be the Judge.

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It looks like every day at least one Pinocchio is born…

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