Transcript · English → Chinese
Awakening from Societal Conditioning
人生并非如你所想。 一开始,他们便突破
你与天界之水的联系。 他们将你从根源中切离,标记你
从灵魂脚底起便已死亡,甚至在 你真正第一次
呼吸之前,并给你一个编号。 他们塞给你基督教,
天主教,
伊斯兰教、犹太教,
印度教, 一堆获准使用的名称,指向同一座
牢笼。
他们告诉你,你是荒芜之地中央 偶然出现的一粒微尘。
他们教你那些从未存在过的战争中 的英雄, 好让你为
一个曾大胆夺走你自由的国家的自 由 而战。
他们告诉你要成为登记在册的 选民。
他们说,你知道有人为这项特权而死 。
每天八杯含氟水, 一种催眠般的节奏,运行
方向与你内在的太阳相反。 让你轻易……的酒精烈酒
被控制、容易受骗, 而且他妈的很难叫醒。
如果你想参与他们的世界, 他们就给你化学药物管制,
从天上向你喷洒。 他们给你免费色情内容和各种色欲
诱惑,好让你双眼呆滞地随波逐流, 让你的
灵魂不断流失, 再把一部手机塞到你手里,让你
待在你已经
崇拜的监狱里。 不需要铁栏。
你生活在这样的领域,某些存在能伤 害 动物或儿童,并从中获得
快感还逍遥法外, 而那些存在制定了你所有的
法律。他们制作了你所有的电影。
他们分配你所有的食物。 他们制造你所有的药物。
我们生活在一个没有时间 冥想、没有空间做
真正的自己、没有时间专注的世界。
无休止地刷负面信息会让你无法 关注真正必要的事。
把那破玩意儿放下一分钟。 它真的会要了你的命。
他们为什么要经历这一切?
如果不是需要你沉睡,生活为何会 如此颠倒?
看,你从来都不是尘埃。你 是至高源头永恒的儿子,
至高者的孩子, 人类的映照,
以及真爱的化身。 他们不惜一切掩盖这一切,
不让
你知道。 他们会不择手段让你
看不见这一切。
他们用没有灵魂的存在包围你, 在你的血脉中是空洞的面孔,
在你的工作、信息流和圈子里。 所以每当
记忆开始浮现,总会有人 立刻让你觉得
你才是那个
疯子,那个需要做得更好、 需要微笑的人,
收敛自己,服从安排。 他们训练你衡量自己的内在
与
他们空洞的外在相比。 你看着他们的车、他们的笑容,
他们
精修过的生活, 开始相信你内心的火焰是个
缺陷。你缩小自己去迎合一幅 从未真实存在的画面。
属于你的东西被从你的 胸膛里偷走,一次比较
接着一次,比较是快乐的小偷。
但那从来不是意外。 他们需要你变得空虚。
他们需要你嫉妒幽灵。
他们需要你忙着追逐他们所谓的 “足够”,以至于你从未
静下来足够久,去感受你内心 早已燃烧着的东西。
他们交给你的这条人生是一场梦。
工作、争吵、战或逃,扭曲的 神经系统,
所有这一切都是为了让你闭着眼睛。
你一直在浑浑噩噩地活着, 对既定剧本点头称是,
还把牢笼叫作生活。 从梦中醒来。
记住你是谁, 不是被登记在案的姓名或编号,
也不是
他们交给你的角色, 也不是那个疲惫、枯槁而
憔悴的你。记住,一切皆是心念, 而你是那个多维存在,
众人追寻、争夺, 并以催眠控制,
如今已不再奏效。你 就是他们曾告诉你你
不是的一切,
所以就活出这副样子。
你这个自命不凡的
混蛋。
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Original transcript (English)
Life isn't what you think it is. In the beginning, they breach you from the heavenly waters. They cut you from your roots, mark you dead through the soles of your soul before you even take your first real breath, and give you a number. They hand you Christianity, Catholicism,
Islam, Judaism, Hinduism, a stack of approved names for the same cage. They tell you you're a speck in the middle of nowhere that showed up by accident. They teach you heroes from wars that never existed, so you will fight
for a country's freedom that was bold about taking yours. They tell you to become a registered voter. You know people died for that privilege, they say. Eight glasses of fluoride every day, a hypnotic rhythm that goes against your inner sun. Alcoolic spirits that make you easily
possessed, easy to mislead, and hard as fuck to wake up. They give you chemical scheduling if you wanna participate in their world, spray you from the skies. They give you free porn and every lustful temptation so you'll follow the herd with your eyes glazed and your spirit leaking, and put a cell phone in your hand to keep
you inside the prison you already worship. No bars needed. You live in a realm where beings can hurt an animal or a child and get a rush from it and get away with it, and those same beings write all of your laws. They make all of your movies.
They distribute all of your food. They make all of your medication. We live in a world where there's no time for meditation, no space to be authentically you, no time to focus. The doom scrolling won't let you give attention to what is necessary. Put that shit down for one minute. It's literally killing you.
And why would they go through all of this? Why would life be this upside down unless they needed you asleep? See, you were never the speck. You are the eternal son of the highest source, the child of the Most High, the reflection of man, and the expression of true love. The lengths they go to hide all of this
from you. They'll do whatever it takes to keep you from seeing it. They surround you with soulless beings, empty faces in your bloodline, your job, your feed, your circle. So every time the
memory starts to surface, someone is already there to make you feel like you're the crazy one, the one who needs to do better, the one who needs to smile, shrink, and fall in line. They trained you to measure your inside against
their hollow outside. You look at their cars, their smiles, their filtered lives, and start believing the fire in you is the defect. You shrink to fit a picture that was never real. What's yours gets stolen right out of your chest, one comparison at a
time, and comparison is the thief of joy. But that was never an accident. They needed you empty. They needed you jealous of ghosts. They needed you so busy chasing their version of enough that you never sat still long enough to feel what was already burning in you.
This life they handed you is a dream. The job, the argument, the fight or flight, a distorted nervous system, all of it built to keep your eyes closed. You've been sleepwalking through your own existence, nodding at the script, and calling the cage a life. Wake up from the dream.
Remember who you are, not the name nor the number that was filed, not the role they handed you, not the tired version of you, withered and worn. Remember that all is mental, and you are the multidimensional being sought after, fought over, and held under a hypnosis that
no longer registers. You are everything they ever told you you are not, so act like it. You are a conceited bastard.