Conspiracy Obverse

Many things are the other way round

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Picture: Conspiracy Obverse माया māyā́.
Picture: English limestone birdbath seen through binoculars.
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Things are not what they appear to be. Many things are the other way round.
What appears to be the reverse may actually be the obverse.

A conspiracy theory may be 100% conspiracy fact. Conspiracy Obverse.

Establishment news reports and establishment histories may be 100% deliberate disinformation. 70-80% would not be unusual. If so, they are information conspiracies.

There is a basal level of intellectual response to élite-broadcast current affairs narratives. Agendas of perception can be tuned by oft-repeated false-world narratives.

A higher level of response is also possible. This response is spiritual.

Planet Earth is a mystery school, but it is a mystery school for only one species.

Of all the species living on the planet only one doesn't know who it is. The plants, the animals, the crystals and the waters are its teachers.

In the midst of a carefully-constructed matrix of illusions that species is now awakening.

The trick is to wake up, become aware of the matrix, stay strong, stay free and watch the manufactured illusions crumble and fall apart.

This is now happening.

A language older than the planet itself has a word for the global mystery: माया

That language was originally brought to the planet by an old race of humans who certainly did know who they were.

From Sanskrit the word of mystery can be written: māyā́
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Picture: Matrix Breakout.

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Downpage notes:

(1) In the text above, the words conspiracy and obverse are employed. Conspiracy is the act of conspiring; a ganging together of conspirators for a secret and usually unlawful (illegal) purpose.

A conspiracy is a plot; a covert joint action of (usually) evil-doers designed to secretly engineer an outcome which is advantageous to themselves but manifestly disadvantageous to others who, initially at least, are deliberately kept uninformed about what is being engineered against their interests.

On this view, a conspiracy is a private club or self-serving secret society; a closed scheme to devise a plan intended to yield benefit to an élite (or hidden) clique at the expense of the excluded 99% who know nothing about it.

The term conspiracy of silence is sometimes used. This refers to a private agreement (or understanding or custom) among an entitled group of people not to talk openly about a particular matter in order to prevent others outside the group from obtaining information about it.

(2) Obverse. Coins - monetary coins used to facilitate the exchange of goods or services -  have obverse and reverse sides. The obverse side is the one showing the head or principal symbol. Heads or Tails? Obverse or Reverse?

By extension, in common usage, the obverse of something is the principal, or most important side of it turned towards the public observer. It is the common and proper public view of something.

The word obverse also carries the sense of something complemental; the other side of something, constituting the opposite aspect of the same fact or phenomenon; a counterpart. And, by extension again, obversion is the act of an observer turning something round towards herself or himself for the purpose of closer scrutiny of its other side. The observer has obverted it. Depending on the aspect of the original observation, the observer may also have reversed it. If I am holding a coin with the head or principle symbol towards my eyes and I turn it over to look at the other side, I am reversing it. If, however, I am holding the coin with the reverse side towards me and I turn it over to look at the other side, I am obverting it. Speaking thus, I might also be insufferably fastidious in my quibbling use of language.

(3) Within benevolent esoteric circles and within much of the Alternative News community worldwide, this particular time in human history is understood to be the end-time. It is the close of a major cycle of human civilisation. It is the end of many, perhaps thirteen millennia of corrupt rule by negative reptilian energies channelled through 'royal' human bloodlines and the human secret societies and criminal enforcers which enabled, enriched and sustained those bloodlines.

That rogue faction of high-end conspirators was the 1%. It was composed of the self-chosen ones; the self-entitled élite families and the lawyers, bankers, priests, thieves, publicists, armies and assassins required to hold the conspiracy of covert world government together. The other 99% of humans were duped slaves. They were the controlled human food of the élites destined to be fed on physically, energetically and financially. I am your Queen. You are my subjects. Give your money to my bankers.

For this élite conspiracy to work required that the 99% were stupid and were kept stupid. The 99% had to be controlled by élite psyops to maintain their ignorance and unquestioning docility. Such controlling psyops included organised religion, the concretisation of class and caste systems, compulsory state or religious education, money, debt-slavery, legal systems to keep the little people down, war-organised poverty, starvation and migration, colonialism, media-mediated 'democratic' systems, torture, murder, assassination and the active assistance of negative off-planet races.

It also required pan-total surveillance of the population and a mass media network content-controlled by the élites. This media was tasked with huckstering false-world narratives about what had happened in the past and what was happening in the present. History and current affairs had to be weaponised for the purposes of cultural propaganda and control.

The ruling status quo in the surface human population of the planet was knowingly and Satanically evil. It had to be presented as good. And if it couldn't be presented as good, it had to be presented as what was reasonable in the circumstances and pragmatically necessary for the present. There would be jam tomorrow. Lots of it. The jam would look like jam and it would taste like jam. But it would be controlled jam. And the jam could be locally poisoned as required. Hence the existence of BigPharma. And the jam could be locally withdrawn for the purposes of control. Hence the existence of BigBankster.

(4) Higher up this page we referred to mystery and illusion. Implicit around those concepts is the idea that they present a semantic challenge to the spiritually-awake observer. One of the tasks of ensouled human people who have chosen to take a physical 3D incarnation within the surface population on Earth at this present time is to sus it all out. For them, Earth is a sort of post-doctoral mystery school. They're here to puzzle out what matters and what doesn't. What is and what isn't.

(5) With regard to what is and what isn't, quite a few things aren't. They don't exist. But some people persist in thinking that they do. Two examples are facts and things. We are beginning to learn that there is no such thing as a fact and no such thing as a thing. Facts and things are illusions.

The reason for this is that in the quantum multiverse we inhabit there is no such thing as stasis. Nothing is static. Nothing is fixed. Everything is on the move. Everything is changing. Everything is becoming more all the time. Except that time doesn't exist either.

Seen from the outside, theoretical physicists are a confused and confusing bunch of apparently mad scientists. But they are fairly clear on one point. They know what time isn't. Carlo Rovelli, perhaps, is clearer than Stephen Hawking on this, at least when addressing the general reader. His book, The Order of Time (2017) is better in this regard than Hawking's A Brief History of Time (1988). The latter is a bit out of date now. And that's the point, really. Everything is out of date, always has been and always will be.

But back to the non-existence of facts. The fact that facts don't exist is not a new idea. Over 130 years ago, the German philosopher, Friedrich Nietzsche, noted that "There are no facts, only interpretations." (Notebooks, Summer 1886 - Autumn 1887, Section 91)

What Nietzsche meant was that there are no facts, only opinions. The mass media would do well to understand this. Since 2016, when the Western mainstream media began to lose control of their false world narratives and were widely acknowledged to have done so with their persistent fake news in the USA, they responded by inventing a new illusion: fact-checking. But how do you check facts when there are no such thing as facts, only agendas of perception?

I expediently choose to perceive that my fact is factual and your fact is fake. And look at my wad. My fact is bigger than your fact. Look at my circulation. Look at my reach. Hear the decibels of my megaphone. In the public marketplace, my fact can beat up your fact any day.

If something called a fact actually existed, how would we define it?

A fact is someone-or-other's fixed opinion about something fixed to something else fixed? A fact is a fixed social construct which is fixed in place by someone who is granted the authority by someone else to fix constructions in place by nailing them down to something else which never moves or changes?
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 Picture: Cartoon illustration. Lid - John nails a lid onto the coffin.

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Facts don't exist, not just because nothing in the quantum multiverse is fixed, but also because anything which is claimed to be a fact is changed into something else by what we think of as the passing of time.

In addition to this, each fact is immediately changed into something else by its interaction with each observer. It is not possible for a human being to perceive what she thinks of as a fact without changing that fact into something else by the very act of perceiving it.

A fact arrives. Its presence in the quiet or noisy vicinity is detected with or without its wrapping by an observer. The fact is then perceived as being allegedly fact-like by the observer, passes through her sunglasses and ends up inside her head.

For ease of reference, we will call the observer and the owner-occupier of the head Gillian.

Once inside Gillian's head, the perceived and filtered alleged fact is processed in her consciousness while rattling around among other similar, related or different fact-like ideas which happen to be there already as a result of her intellectual shopping, education and socialisation. Those other rattling-around fact-like ideas may or may not be organised in some way.

The next day, Gillian decides to mention this new processed fact-like idea, with or without a wrapping, to a friend while they are having a coffee and doing their phones. Gillian's friend is called Victoria.

It's a busy coffee shop. A lot is going on. Someone drops an almond criossant on the floor. Someone else squelches it underfoot.

Gillian broacasts the fact-like idea as she now understands it to Victoria using a language, a tone of voice and a facial expression which she understands to be suitable in the particular social context in which she is broadcasting.

After a journey of a few inches through hostile surroundings, the fact arrives in the vicinity of Victoria's detection apparatus. She looks up from her phone and says: "What? Speak up, darling, I can't hear you. Look at that almond croissant! What a plonker!" Gillian then broadcasts the fact-like idea again, louder and with a different intonation and facial expression. Victoria nods and continues looking at her phone.

Facts are just stuff that people say.

Ask someone who disagrees to give you an example of a fact. Any fact. Any single fact. Just one. It's impossible. There's nothing to choose from. How do you give an example of something which doesn't exist?

"It's a fact that I exist. You can see me."

The person who said that is broadcasting words to another person. The speaker is a man. His interlocutor looks across the room. Her name is Dorothy. There is a slow swirl of energy which looks like bunch of molecules sitting in her favourite armchair. She detects these. The bunch of molecules has a male humanoid shape plus wrappings. It is called Brian.

The bunch of molecules called Brian is sipping a pretty decent glass of her Muscadet which is another two bunches of molecules. The Muscadet is nothing to write home about, but the glass itself is pretty decent.

"I think I can see what I think of as you, yes, Brian. I have a strong suspicion that what I think of as you is communicating with me and drinking my Muscadet. That sense impression exists for me now. It didn't just now. You weren't here. And that sense impression will cease when you leave shortly. You won't be here again."

"Looking at it from your point of view, Brian, you may yourself have a strong sense of existing, or you may have a strong sense of not existing; it depends on how much of my Muscadet you drink. But just because you are capable of detecting yourself subjectively in a manner which leads to you think that you exist is not in itself a fact. It is one person's opinion: yours. I happend to hold the same opinion. But its not a fact, is it? Mrs Button doen't think so. If it was a fact, Mrs Button, would know."

"Who is Mrs Button?"
"Mrs Button is the mother of the chap who runs the bicycle repair shop in North Street."
"Why does Mrs Button not think it is a fact that I exist?"
"Because Mrs Button has never heard of you, has never observed you or anything that looks like you, and has never been advised by anyone else that it's a fact that you exist. If it really is a fact that you exist, Brian, Mrs Button would know."
"But Mrs Button doesn't know me."
"No, she doesn't. And from her perspective, you do not exist. This being the case, her opinion about your opinion that you exist is non-existent."

"I didn't know there was a bicycle repair shop in North Street."
"Nor did I."
"Ah. I see. I'm not good on geography. There's a street map of the town in that drawer over there, I know. But help me out here, Dorothy. Where is North Street, actually?
"I've no idea."
"Right. I'm getting the hang of this now. Is there actually a North Street at all anywhere inside the town boundaries?"
"Not that I'm aware of. But there may be. It's not theoretically impossible. Perhaps we should ask Mrs Button."
"It would be funny if I put down my glass of Muscadet, got up, walked across the room, got out that street map now, looked up the index, and established that North Street does actually exist."
"Yes. That would be very funny indeed, for five or six reasons."

"You're saying that for a fact to exist requires that people other than the direct combatants should be aware of the existence of that fact even if they are unaware of the existence of the direct combatants themselves?"
"That kind of thing, yes. Several billion people, ideally."

"How long have you and I been married now, Dorothy? Forty or fifty years or something, is it?"
"Just over fifty-one, Brian. It all started at that Jimi Hendrix concert at Olympia in December 1967, didn't it?"
"London seems a long way away now ...."
"Yes, it does. You're not the man you once were, Brian. I'm sure I married someone else back then. Someone who was quite different. He's a changed man, my husband."
"Don't be silly, Dorothy. That's just your geriatric subjectivity playing tricks again. I'm sure I can remember when you weren't like this."

(6) Other ideas claimed as being facts include the sort sometimes expressed in other words such as:

"It's a fact that I exist. I know it myself, independent of any third-party observer."

"It's a fact that in (date specified) this (event specified) happened."

"It's a fact that that mountain over there is the highest mountain in the world."

"It's a fact that my wife loves me."

"It's a fact that God loves me."

This latter example is sometimes heard from religious people in retreat. "It's a fact that God loves me." One might suggest, in response, that it is not a fact, but it is true.

After all, whatever we mean by the word or concept 'God', we probably think that God is Love.

Extending that idea, God is Love and there is nothing outside God, even Brian.

But does that mean that God loves Brian? If it does mean that, that meaning is not a fact. For the idea to be a fact would require that God stops. The God process in which we are immersed would have to stop and issue a clear statement of confirmation, chiselled into unchanging permanent granite and handed down from the summit of Mount Chimborazo.

Constructing that kind of a statement might not be a good use of energy. What kind of a God would do a daft thing like that? And who might misunderstand it? And who else might deliberately misreport it for reasons of religious politics?

The most that can be said is that God has a feeling of love towards Brian, and Brian has a feeling of being loved by God. That is not a fact; it is a subjective feeling at a particular instant between two people whose creative and dynamic energies are interacting in a specific way.

The feeling is not fixed or unchanging over time in a way that concretises it as a fact. It's an ongoing, ever-changing, personal and subjective experience of spiritual coherence, empathy and mutual appreciation between two centres of consciousness in a fast-evolving cosmos, the total population of which is One.

Alleged facts are everywhere. What was once thought of as a fact by one of the purple people who speaks grey and thinks yellow, doesn't seem to be a fact at all to another, younger, purple person who speaks grey and thinks yellow.

And what is claimed to be an obvious fact by one of the leading purple people who speaks grey and thinks yellow is regarded as a manifest non-fact or anti-fact by one of the leading crimson people who speaks orange and thinks polkadot. It's all a matter of opinion.

People in muddy anoraks at the garden centre sometimes ask if facts don't exist and things don't exist, what does exist? The answer is energy. Conscious energy is all that exists. Swirling, creative, ever-changing, conscious energy.There is nothing outside this. There is nothing outside God.

And there is nothing inside God which is concretised into anything fixed, static, nailed-down or permanent, even for a fraction of a zeptosecond of illusory human clock time. If you're an active type, this can be quite a comforting thought.

(7) Things. Things don't exist either. Imagine three things which are sometimes called things: (1) A mountain; (2) A plate of braised celery with cheese and onion sauce; (3) The taxman.

From what has been suggested above, none of these things can exist, even theoretically, except perhaps for a vanishingly small period of time because everything there is is changing all the time.

The vanishingly small period of time for which the alleged thing is said to exist as some sort of fixed entity is so vanishingly small that there would be far too little time for any observer to detect it while it appeared to be in a condition of steady stasis.

Eyes can't work that fast. Light doesn't travel that fast. Detection equipment can't detect things that fast because the processes of perception and recording needed for veridical detection need much more space than is offered inside even the biggest vanishingly small period of time.

The mountain explodes in a volcanic eruption. The plate of braised celery with cheese and onion sauce is pecked to shreds by a seagull. The Taxman is shot dead by a member of a rival gang.

Or, in an alternative and less dynamic manner, a stiff breeze blows on the mountain and a molecule of something adhering to one of its exposed granite surfaces is blown away. It is now a different mountain. It is not the mountain it once was. It will never be that mountain again. Then it begins to rain.

The plate of braised celery with cheese and onion sauce cools down on the kitchen work surface. Brian is delayed in the garage. The hedge-trimmer is making funny noises.

The plate of braised celery with cheese and onion sauce is now a different plate of braised celery with cheese and onion sauce. Water has evaporated from it in the form of steam. It has lost mass. The fall in ambient temperature has brought about irreversible physical and chemical changes in the cheese and onion sauce. It is not the plate of braised celery with cheese and onion sauce it once was. It will never be that plate of braised celery with cheese and onion sauce again.

The taxman grows weary of his job. He tires of the vitriolic hatred his work engenders in innocent members of the general public. He decides to become a stand-up comedian. His self-concept changes subtly. He is not the taxman he once was. He will never be that taxman again.

Things are not what they appear to be. All things are different from themselves. It's called freedom.

God is Evolution. God's will is Evolution. Evolution is all there is. There is nothing outside the freedom of constant evolution.

There is nothing outside the freedom of ongoing, incremental, continual, creative change.

All there is is benevolent, cumulative change. It's like taking a new lungful of fresh air every time you breathe.
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