The Brain Is Radio Receiver Receiving Thoughts Transmitted By The Universe

Perhaps achieving the zenith of our genius can only be attained via a state of total non-thought. Through choosing not to choose. Opening up the self to the point of inversion. Where the inside has become the outside, and the outside, in.

The celestial FM receiver of spirit, embedded within the heart is now able to receive with a total clarity, diction from a place located beyond the locality of the cogitating brain.

What if consciousness as we experience it lies embedded within the fabric of the universe itself, all around us like an ever-permeating ocean of resonating cosmic soup, containing everything that has been and ever can be?

The brain is not the inbuilt thought generation device we assume it must be, but a divine radio receiver of conscious thought, and the living universe is the transmitter whose frequency we perpetually seek to find and tune in to.

So our task and privilege as self-creating entities, is to reconfigure our brains through the right thoughts and deeds to harmonise all our neural connections to enhance the quality of the signal we may receive. If our brains consist of a chaotic mess of wirings, then we receive poor quality signals, broken fragmentary thoughts and ideas. Life is experienced as a constant stream of distracting garbled noise bouncing around our skulls. 

But a brain which has been fashioned with its neural connections to work together in harmony, enables the possibility for a high quality signal to be received - where visions and mental projections possess a striking lucidity. 

In choosing to make ourselves so open to receive them, choosing to have no guards up or barriers erected to protect us from what could possibly happen next - choosing total vulnerability - leads to the capacity of signals of a higher order being permitted to enter the inner domains of our minds, freely and unfettered by any man-made filter. Undisturbed by the ego's pathological need to analyse and question everything it can observe.

Acceptance of everything as being a valid expression of some aspect of life, is a form of love. A state where nothing is denied its right to exist or declared as being evil. And through life-long self-configuration of our brains, the conditions and necessary environment brought about by nurturing our capacity to love, to be loved and critically, our ability to extract strength when in the presence of love - is how we personally manufacture the optimum conditions for our minds to be paid regular visits by superior ideas and thoughts which are dictated to us perfectly from beyond.

In my opinion.😂

Trump thinks he is The One

Trump I feel has forgotten, or rather, mistaken himself for being the man who rebuilds The Matrix as he sees fit - the system controller, whose utterances and impulses reshape the world immediately in the direction of the vision he has in mind.

The One, with the privilege to write and rewrite humanity's source code at will from a place of absolute safety and protection, an act of daring / narcissism / megalomania many people are simply in awe of because of its sheer audacity, while others whose interests his actions benefit hope to continue.

At the same time such recklessness steadily awakens those previously silent and apathetic. Trump is compelling them into action. Unlike any other politician I've seen at least, Trump obliges us to make a critical decision. We either choose to walk with him or will have to fight against him.

In the process of dividing us into antagonising camps who, at present, wouldn't dream of attempting to build bridges to in order to reach each other, and right now cannot even conceive of a way to achieve this that would be genuine and unforced - the fact that this process is occurring is precisely why huge blankets of apathy are being lifted and swept away, as the stark reality about what Trump reaching his promised land before he dies will mean for the rest of us finally sinks in, switching on those with a conscience into taking on an additional purpose in their lives they've perhaps been reluctant to accept, but know is worth fighting for - because inaction, paralysis, procrastination and self-denial at a certain stage of a threat's advancement all become acts tantamount to suicide.

But he is, like we all are, just a temporary cog in the great mechanism of evolution taking place on a tiny speck of matter against the backdrop of the cosmos. There is always a system outside of the one in which we are in governing us, responsible for maintaining the favourable conditions that allow us to be the way we are. Trump at this point I feel has forgotten about this fact, and is entrenched in a deep deep denial or perhaps simply couldn't give less of a fuck; happy to enjoy his twilight years like a teenage rebel intent on seeing just how crazy a ride he can make his legacy read after he's expired.

At the back of his mind he must know that no matter how many people bow down to him, willing to carry out every wish and abide by every command that he gives, showering him with the unconditional validation he needs in order to breath, and informing him with sincerity the fact that he is more popular and has higher ratings than God ever had - behind this functioning facade will be the knowledge that the universe could at any moment crush him in an instant, and no amount of executive orders signed off can change that fact. A response is on its way, and he is catalysing his way towards it.

Is Trump an unwitting pawn being played by the universe?

I wonder if Trump is nothing more than his name, nature's trump card, played in order to create the common ground humans have needed to exist for so long in order to finally unite? A pawn being moved in the cosmic game of chess he knows nothing of. The swansong of an archaic form of power clinging to cruelties it tells itself are former glories. Forced now to finally show its hand and go all in/out in its last stand.

It is possible for him to be the one poison capable of destroying the system that gave birth to him. Through the shameless and unapologetic use of his unjust freedoms, making visible and flaunting before all the way in which the previously unseen ways power could dominate and control its people at will, choosing instead to convert every act made into a symbolic currency that feeds his haemorrhaging ego and, he hopes, will carry him through to calmer waters on the other side.

He has chosen to become the unadulterated embodiment of what the capitalist system will allow to be created, but is making the fatal error of disclosing to the world exactly how and why he is doing it. As the truth about his agenda is evermore unveiled, by Trump himself, the ambiguity which he once could utilise to garner the support of those in a decisive limbo begins to evaporate, before finally only the hardcore, absolute disciples who have already made their decision to follow him to the bitter end no matter what transpires remain.

Having to ingest such a distilled concentration of power which has at last decided to abandon all fears about its appearance and intentions being judged I feel will lead to many people within Trump's camp to soon become violently sick. Vomiting up all that they have tried to stomach for so long in a desperate attempt to purge themselves.

In this way Trump helps to accelerate the formation of a global common ground through his demonstration to the world that man's power ought to be respected precisely because it has become so powerful, and therefore should be prioritized over our planet's ability to keep sustaining life. A delusion which we must snap out of finding so comically absurd and resist the urge to scoff at the manner in which we are entering potential oblivion.