Were You Asleep On September 11th Two Thousand and One

The changes concern bad habits in the external world. The specific changes are too personal to get into. They’re not as important as the changes you seem to be advocating for anyway. Just as with any other action in the interactive world, they are consequential to the antecedent attitude, or disposition, or configuration, or tuning, etc. I am well acquainted with the many foibles plaguing my internal disposition and externalized behaviors. But, of course, knowing is only half the battle. My willpower remains too much on the flighty side. So I can’t say I’m experiencing any great success in negating these traits (just yet), definitely nothing to boast about, but my resolve to call myself out every step of the way is gathering momentum. This recommitment to conscious deliberation means I’m noticing negative hindrances everywhere. I face them as they come. I believe the key to success in facing these hindrances depends on having a virtuous narrative which goes on to formulate my emotional composition and reasons for action. I base this on a priori grounds (a priori in the Kantian sense with regard to developing external ethical norms which can be expressed logically, but also in the intuitional sense with regard to developing the requisite internal dispositions responsible for the subsequent reasoned deliberation). Anyway, reconciling truth and virtue with a language (to which my narrative is linked) caught up in abstraction and manipulation is not so easy. My disposition and narrative are still not where they need to be. I am reconditioning my virtuous prowess one failure at a time.

But if your line of questioning really means to ask “are you doing enough?” then the answer is “no.” Aside from my weakened willpower, knowledge of the ideological and biological constructs seeking to manipulate my life still eludes me. I know something about these constructs. But not enough to fully disarm them. So although I am well acquainted with my character flaws, I am not privy to all of the driving forces behind them. And so these coercive forces in my life retain much of their power. I know it is my task to disarm them. There are two ways of accomplishing this: internally and externally. It is much easier to disarm the forces internally where I have the home court advantage. But, even if I am successful, I still have the external manifestation to contend with as well. Both battles rage on. I know that these battles are meant to be mutually reinforcing. But I’m just rambling now. Sorry about that.

I think I understand where I ought to be – in a place where knowledge and virtue form the sole basis of my outlook. Where infinite love consumes the entirety of my being. I want to be there. I am trying (though I know I could and should be trying harder). The energies have become very heavy lately. Many of us can feel it. It’s fun to theorize about what might be going on in the unseen aspects of our reality. But I do not claim to have knowledge of any ultimate causes. Only suspicions. And not for any lack of study. I’m fairly well read. I’m just of the opinion that causation claims are for empiricists, and empiricists tend to produce generalizations more so than knowledge. As compelling as anything in the external world may be, it can still never compare to that which we understand innately. And so naturally I have a skepticism for all dogmatic and hierarchical schemes, regardless of how well-reasoned or good-willed they may be. My encounters with members of the esoteric community have been pretty limited. I’ve corresponded with a few who had YouTube channels over the years. They were a bit dogmatic and authoritarian for my taste. The letter of the law seemed to take precedence over creativity in their conceptions. I’m also pretty leery of those who embrace the mind qua computer metaphor. We do so much more than process information. We construct meaning. The esoteric literature I have read, though, has given me an entirely different impression than that of its (alleged) practitioners on YouTube. I find that much of it promotes freedom and creativity. I also find that many of its aspects tend to correspond beautifully with my favorite philosophical teachings. I can definitely dig it.

Before I go, I’d like to quickly jump back to the topic of heavy energies. I once conceived of it like this: every feeling invokes a corresponding energy. Meaning that every time we experience an emotional state we are actually conjuring up an entity (or entities). Call on love and love will surely come. But for thousands of years we have been bred to call on fear, shame, greed, aggression, etc. The cultural indoctrination then impresses itself upon the biological substrate by way of molecular memory. The science here is not controversial. Our rulers are not only able to control our social environment with their controls, but our genetics as well. Even sans any secretive experiments or what have you. Their constructs are imprinted upon our DNA through the experiences they continuously subject our species to. They know what they’re doing.

So although I share your aversion to the characteristics of our weak-minded masses, I don’t see much value in aiming my fists anywhere but up at the powers responsible for creating this dystopian reality. Lateral and downward shots are not going to promote positive change. The people next to me are my brothers and sisters, my fellow proles, and rather than dress them down for their limited scope of knowledge, I think it would be wiser to find ways to pierce through their veil of ignorance. Scientists and linguists are not the only purveyors of truth, as we know. The shaman and artist are both fully capable of imparting knowledge to those outside the reach of epistemic virtue. My hope for humanity remains intact.

It appears I went off on a great number of tangents. My apologies. I was in need of some cathartic venting. And this thread seems to have been more about introspection than 9/11 or time shifts (though I could be mistaken). If indeed it was meant to be an exercise in self-examination, I hope my fragmented and maudlin stream of consciousness won’t be judged too harshly. Though my discussion has been sloppy, it still managed to fuel the proverbial fire under my ass. So, thank you again for the opportunity. I have much work to do. I ought to get to it. Godspeed.

I got off the night shift at the Sheriff's and went to bet around 8 a.m. Heard my answering machine go off about 9 and a friend said 2 planes hit the WTC and another one hit the Pentagon. I had the TV on the rest of the day. Lost sleep that day.

I started reading through this thread a few weeks ago and I felt like contributing on the verge of all this 8/14/16 hoopla. Have you seen the threads about it? what with all the Georgia Guidestones, Olympics, World Depopulation, yadda-yadda.
So here's my question: isin't this some sort of dialectics similar to what is mentioned in this thread? What I mean is that a "scenario" (that's the only word I can think of) is crafted in the mind of the hearers, then subsequent conjectures and "hypotheses" are advanced to support or refute the narrative. It works to capture the minds of the many and keeping us all in trance!
And what I've noticed is that all these "doom narratives" consist of external(ized) criteria, from the micro to the macro. And EVERYBODY seems to jump on these band wagons with glee, time after time after time after... Most people go for this type entertainment so that's not too surprising.

But this thread has one major difference! While originally posting about some external(ized) event the over-arching dialectical framework has "revolved" around the "inner life of man"; everything that consists of Platonic Ideals and Christ Consciousness.
The OP was definitely right about only a few people being interested in the operation. I guess most people would rather get their panties in a wad about the next doomsday than actually do any of the real, Orphic work: Knowing Thyself!!!
I hope this thread continues to connect those who are desirous of this type (level?) of communication.

power to the proles!

I am curious: who was physically asleep the morning of 9/11? Were you sleeping when the plans hit? Did you have a friend or family member wake you up (literally) while, or after, it was happening?

Again, was anybody asleep--physically--on a Tuesday morning while most people were at school and work when The Event was initiated?

Does this thread have anything to do with us getting closer to this year's 9/11?

I think we might be experiencing some crazy days ahead but I don't think that would be any different from the previous year's days.

Hope everyone stays safe and is awake.

If I recall correctly (this is very much in doubt), there have been at least two distinct forms of dialectics referenced in this discussion: Hegelian and Platonic. It sounds like you’re addressing the former. Yes, Hegelian dialectics is perilously pervasive in our contemporary narratives. I think of its influence as being secondary to our dualistic paradigm, though. It’s the dualism (and its false dichotomy devil spawn) nonsense that really needs to be done away with. Anyway, the latter Platonic dialectic is a way to counter the former Hegelian one. It is an escape from the dumbing down and manipulation embedded within the dualistic paradigm. It is a way to acquire the secret knowledge that is locked away within words (and ourselves). It is the difference between being a pawn and being the queen. Scratch that. It is the difference between being a game piece and being a player. It is important to understand that a rote rehearsal of facts is nowhere close to amounting to knowledge. To know is to feel. To feel is to know. Even the empiricists have conceded that logical decisions rely on values constructed by emotion and intuition.

So, again, possessing information does not equate to knowledge of meaning. It is the experience of information that reveals truth. It’s a good argument. But it means nothing until it is manifested. Until you experience the implications of it. Until it resonates throughout your being. This is what the Platonic dialectic promotes. Cognitive effort and proactive engagement (deliberative action whether internal or external) in gaining understanding. This is a necessary condition to the path of knowledge and empowerment. And one’s individual epistemic (relating to knowledge) repertoire hinges on experience. Even the knowledge reflected by light has its origins in interactions with the material world. The union of heaven and hell (light and matter) births sentience and creativity (consciousness), Divinity is the love that sees to this union. It’s a kind of music. The kind of music that tells a story. None of this seems controversial to me. It’s the plain truth. But I digress.

I fall victim to passive conformity all the time (despite my beliefs to the contrary). This thread called me out on it. Its effectiveness is in its subtly. It doesn’t command its meaning. It begs you to find it for yourself. Doom. I have been obsessed with doom for quite some time. Wholly captivated. Under a spell. I rationalized it. “Embrace the inevitable” I told myself. The powers that be exploit this narrative, “but that doesn’t mean there isn’t truth to it,” I told myself. And so I pretended that my awareness of being played somehow negated my status as a tool.

Other narratives here have cast their spells on me as well. Those that dangle the hope of enlightenment through knowledge and power found by means outside the self. I appreciate myth, history, and prophecy, but I see no reason to substitute them for my own experiences and understanding.

Like, why would I spend time being afraid of unknown secret societies when local law enforcement officers can come into my home right now and kill me with impunity? Mythic threats distract us from the actual ones right outside our door.

Or, why would I be waiting for some mythic savior when divinity has already revealed its presence within me? My salvation is in my own heart. Jesus said it. And so has every other enlightened individual. But nobody had to say it. It’s innate.

And, who am I to cast stones? Judging others (over matters that do no harm) is no substitute for introspection and cognitive effort. Judging others means less time for knowing myself; less time for the euphoria experienced in connecting with the truth of my own essence. You are another me. I am another you. I love you. I wish you no harm. I only wish you the best.

I’m thankful for coming across this thread. Among other things, it helped to remind me that this kind of search and discovery can find meaning anywhere. I just have to really look for it. It doesn’t have to be limited to output from virtuous sources trying to light the way (as is the case here). I can find truth whenever I try to. We all can.

Godspeed.