Re: Theory of beliefs, belief fields

(see post above)
I have a long neck. Slim shouldered. I think one of my clones has short
neck and he and maybe another one have much broader shoulders than I do.
Right now I look broader because of Winter. Maybe it is too late but has
to be here for completeness (see the Dramatis Personae thread). I dont
mind being well identified. I think I was not well identified at this
beginning so chaos arose. Seems to be the theme, not for me but for
others, a very teenage theme, that of the reinforcing self and the
development of personality. It is being forced on me mirror like, because
I dont have that problem! I dislike that ideology of agentism, that you,
relevant, remain behind and the other, facade, goes to the front in your
place. Because he will attract the thoughts of others! Bad myth, he wont
think (secret knowledge), because he will turn schizophrenic, you behind
are protected from those voices but you dont live the experience! This
writings are NOT a program, but I was prompted, an euphemism, to begin
writing about me, autobiography, under the veiled threat of being
reinterpreted in my life as I was reinterpreting life in my writings, in
Alive and Human, blind population evolution vs aware individual reason.
The facade in my place, I stationary, but he directed by voices. The
schizophrenic given the advantage to be up on stage while control behind
striving to... control, a very resilient, unresponsive system. Obviously
nothing was working to my advantage, a fiasco in everything, but SPECIALLY
if you claim superior quailties or technical skills! Great guitar player!
But the agent is playing! Like a super moovie star stuck in theater
because the agent is in the set! Failing the moovie, of course, then the
star s career, then his life, both lives, and once interests fades, the
facade turns an ampty casket, the real being left alone to pick up the
crumbles if anything was left of it. It is Christianism revisited and
reenacted, but also the fatalist Indianism, Suns as eras destroying
humanities (yeah, those dinosaur and anemone humanities of the Jurassic
and the Precambrian still remembered somehow by long oral, telepathic,
mammalian?, simplistic traditions, but...) preparing the way for another
humanity, to which THIS humanity has to give way at the first (conquest)
sign that something goes wrong! And there are real and non real beings,
the Man of Power, Shaman, able to perceive the real beings among all those
fillable caskets, even if it can be argued that it is precisely the other
way around.

There seem to be some crumbles around, but I still know nothing of the
others, the caskets, and am barely aware of their disasters, personal and
this.personal. Which means a wreck SO TOTAL of my affairs that it is AS IF
(side effects theory) nothing has been done and nothing has happened!
Essentially unborn, or as somebody in the madhouse-shelter on the way to
the UN said, an uncreated being. Not I, them. Whoever they are, though I
think the friend of Vargas played the game after that lottery money, and
maybe another character, while Var gas tried to turn himself into a
Fabrizio, I mean, when I was wearing a different hairdo and uncoming
glasses, my cheeks not so sunken as nowadays and of course more fragant,
well slept and cared for.

Fabrizio J Bonsignore now Danilo J Bonsignore

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