Day 200: Humanity - Armed with Intelligence

The first time I heard the translation of CIA as, Central Intelligence Agency, I thought it was a place where a lot of Intelligent people were gathered to investigate World issues.

Another few years went by before I connected the Word 'Intelligence' to the word 'information. 

The penny finally dropped when I heard the term 'gathering Intelligence' that could not relate to people or a skill.

We are looking into Intelligence as a group, digging into it to see the value we have given to it, the characters we built around it, how we have identified 'Intelligent' people to be more than others, more valuable than the ones defined as not 'Intelligent'.

If we look at Intelligence for its dual meaning in English, for its 'system' meaning lets say, Intelligence is nothing else than the ability to gather, file and manage knowledge and information.

Not only, it is the gathering and filing of information AS an advantage, the Central Intelligence Agency was set up not as a mean to establish Equality and a life that works for All on this planet, it never had any High Ideal about its role either, it was set up to set the USA ahead of the game -whatever the Game is-, as the most efficient and ruthless collector of information, possibly of the dirt and low of the 'enemies' that could be used at a later stage to come out the winners within any dispute, as the knowledge and information of their-Story vs His-story  could/would be used as weaponry to gain the advantage of the people's support through manipulation of reality and through the manufacturing of consent.

So, intelligence as it has been used and valued so far, it's just a measure of the ability to file and process information, it's the capacity of our individual 'processors' that we have been praising and valuing and then used to exclude some who, either by birth or by their upbringing, have a different 'processing capacity', those that have not been told that the world is a freaking fearful place in which we better be ARMED with knowledge and information as 'power', we better get smart as knowledge processing units if we want to come out winners or just merely survive.

We have been taught to 'develop' the ability to gather and file information as a weapon against each other, starting within the school system and the grading of children because we have accepted and allowed the 'Idea' that the world cannot provide for us All, and we need advantages on others to secure our survival, our lives are not guaranteed, they have to be 'earned' and Intelligence is one of the way we can use to secure our livelihood and the pretense of our lives.

Let's consider that his World is the result of the most 'intelligent' among us -did you know Psychopaths have some of the highest IQ in the world?- , the ones that Con-vinced 99% of the people that they have No Rights but Duties, that They have to Earn their Right to Life, they hoarded the Earth resources by stealing from the whole and then tagged them with an Illusory Monetary value through a Make-Belief creation called Money and indebted the World at large, they studied How To Manipulate Humanity into the wimps we have become and that then made sure no one had the same abilities as 'intelligence' as gathering of knowledge and information because they hid the knowledge and made the information into what they wanted the 'public' to be informed about, such is the power of intelligence.

So, where is the value of Intelligence so far, if the pushing and pursuing of this weapon called Intelligence has given birth to 1/3 of the world not cared and provided for? What is the value of a Tool we have used against each other and where is the Equality such a precious tool should have built if this tool was for the 'betterment of mankind'?

Nowhere to be seen.

We have to face what we have done with our 'intelligence' and what we are still doing, we have to stop placing people on the Intelligence ladder as a measure of their worth, animals have shown to be way more intelligent than we are, to have way more Intelli-sense than we do, if all the world applied the Intelli-sense ladder and we found out we are at the very bottom of it, looting pillaging, raping, hurting and harming each other and other species, entertaining ourselves with the suffering of animals and of our fellow human beings, what should the animals do to us?

Boot us out of the planet?

That would be an Idea. Meanwhile, while we still enjoy their tolerance, while they are not lining up out of our homes to finish us off and rid the planet of the pests we have become, we may reconsider Intelligence into Common Sense, no longer as the gathering of useless knowledge and information as weaponry, but as the ability to live what we know would be best for all as ourselves, the living planet, the animal kingdom into reality.

We could forgive our Intelligence of the past as our Ability to have an advantage on others and recognize we have always been afraid, fearful of this world and each other and no amount of Intelligence can make that go away but we can self correct ourselves as the world into an Intelligence as Common Sense to see what is best for All and get on to it, apply what we know to transform this world into a place where fear no longer exists, nor the need to file and manage information as weapons against each other and the world at large.

Stop Intelligence for Intelli-Sense to change the World, Intelli-sense, the skill to manage knowledge and information for what is Best for All.

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Day 189: Social Engineering - The Illusion of Choice

I am still walking my Food Persona as that is quite wide and has many facets to correct.

Within this today I knew I watched this great animation about Choice, which tied in quite nicely.

I will take this delusion of Choice into my relationship with Food to start with.

So, as a kid, my mum was raising me single handedly and we did not have Money for Choices, we just had enough Money to survive, she would shop for food once a week and I would watch the fridge empty out til the coming Saturday when we would shop at the Open market again. I did not like that, as toward the end of the week food choices would become limited, specifically because I had other choices in my life, I could go to my grandparents who lived comfortable lives and open one of their 2 always overflowing fridges or just go shopping with them to fill the cart with 'whatever I wanted'.

In Italian there is a saying my mum used to repeat to me 'The 'I want' Grass only grows in the King's garden', meaning I had no rights to 'wants' but only to 'needs'. On the contrary when I went to my grandparents I had plenty access to the 'I want' grass, they didn't only make it available, they pushed it on me, they were the Pushers of my Illusion of Choice.

As I started to walk back my Life in Self Honesty I had to face the fact that my grandparents 'Love' for me was in fact 'Spite' toward my mum, they enjoyed giving me what they were still not willing to give to her, they enjoyed the friction this created between me and my mum as that made them good when they feared to be bad and that they were the cause of some of my mum's mental problems, and they were too.

On my side walking back has brought me a lot of shame, as I saw and realized how I made up a whole bunch of Characters to cover up what I experienced for selling out my mum for Riches and the Illusion of Choice, for the Hope of my own place in the Paradise of the Rich, I would have dumped her anytime in the Money Short Hell she created for herself -this one of my justifications, she built the life that sucked and that she was now living out, why join in?-, but that was not enough, I had to make it her fault. These days when I read the comments on our posts about 'how good we are truly' I feel rage, not to the people that post the comment, to myself, that I could ever even believe it and cover up my misfits with Love and Light it took some balls, in truth my mum was the most caring of my Family which is why possibly she was the one struggling the most with Life, she would pick up stranded strangers, always step in to break a fight, she stood up for injustice so I feared that I might end up like her if I ever cared too much, with one foot in a Mental Asylum and a backstabbing family and made my choice. 

Stick to the rich backstabbers, keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

This of course drove my mum closer to craziness, sometimes she would try to make me give back what I was given by my grandparents or not allow me to go on special trips and treats, that was her way to try to lever the Field, to reduce the unfair advantage she perceived they had on me as she could not match the Money required to buy me out, my price had gone up on the Family stock market and she didn't have enough Money to sit and play.

Coming from a Catholic background I had to live with the perception of myself not as One of the bad Apostles, but as Two of them, I was both Peter and Judas, Peter as the traitor, every time I promised to myself I would stand up for my mum, but then like Peter, before the cock sang 3 times I was sold out, and then Judas for the freaking Sweets, give me my fix, give me my happiness in a candy wrap, I'll give you the woman you want, my life is safer with you anyway, what if she does end up in a Mental place and I have alienated you? No fucking way.

So, Food as the Illusion of Choice became the bag of the 33 dinars, food became the unhealthy thread that justified what I did and since I condemned myself for my sell out, in my own condemnation I kept this link alive, I con-damned myself to this servitude to Food, made it my Master and became its slave.

Where is the Free Choice in Our Lives, Really? Aren't we the product of our environment, of the information as 'genies' we download from our family line, of our society passed on and then embedded in the Flesh Fears for our own Survival,.

Where was my Free Choice to be something else, where is our Free Choice now when our Lives are tied into a Monetary system that thrives on the Illusion of Choice, showing us continuously how much Choice we have starting from Food, look you can have 350 types of cheese, 50 types of cereal, 200 types of candies, 300 types of drinks, we'll tell you which ones to buy by flashing into your brains Happy ads to show you Which Choices to make, follow the happy faces, the Happy dreams, the happy boxes, drawings, characters, follow the Illusion of Choice, it is deliberately created, Avracadavred into the World Harry Potter style, Believe It, you are SO FREE, look how much Choice you Have even only about FOOD, follow the next trend, the next white rabbit, because if you do wake up to the fact that that's about it, those are The Only Choices you are prompted and designed to believe you can make, not the Choices that Matter, like where is Public Money spent, on which Priorities, who says that arming a country to its teeth against Imaginary Enemies is a Priority and not a Mental Illness, don't go there, stay focused on Food, look what we cooked for you, grated, spiced up, minced, don't look at the substance, look at the Magic of It All, or this System runs the serious danger of being Fucked for good and asked to Change Once and for All.

I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to create a state of servitude between myself and Food in the name of my delusional, illusory Right to Free Choice

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that the Food 'Choices' I was given by my grandparents were not meant for my good but for other energetic manipulative reasons that involved my mum and what was best for them and not what was best for me or my mum

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to believe that my grandparents loved me MORE because they gave me access to everything I wanted while my mum did not, ending up associating 'Love' with being given something, being rewarded, being pacified, abdicating my responsibility toward myself for Self Love and Unconditional Self Acceptance

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to sell out for Food and for perceiving and judging myself like a traitor and someone who did not deserve to live due to what I deliberately did to my mum by choosing my wants over what is best for all and for entering a spiral of embitterment that I believed could only be placated and sedated by Sugar and Sweets

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to make up Characters and Personas to justify why I had a right to do what I did to my mum because I could not face the shame I felt for myself and how I would do it again and again just to stay in the graces of the rich people of my family and when the shame became too big I split into alternate personalities that had reasons and motives to justify my behavior

I forgive myself that I accepted and allowed myself to treasure my right to "free choice' without realizing that I was never Free and that I was choosing between poisons that my family would happily feed me to conquer me and my love in the face of the fact that the food I chose was not good for me nor supportive to my body

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to resent my mum cheap approach to shopping without realizing that she did not have a choice and she did what she could with the money she had, but since I had embraced my new "Rich Granddaughter Character" I grew in Entitlement and resentment in the same proportion, seeing my mum as deliberately NOT wanting to cater to my wants, unlike my grandparents, and therefore Not Loving me or she would have done it differently, she would have given me MORE and especially MORE choice, instead of just feeding me for sustenance without caring about my preferences and whims and desires

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to blame my sense of Misery for having to return home from my grandparents home on her making Her responsible for the Choices that were not available to me at home, failing to see that my mum was just a slave in a system of Inequality and the fact that she tried to make her life work did not make her less than a slave, but just a slave who tried to survive day by day

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to see my mum as someone who was doing something 'wrong' because if she was right, like my grandparents, married and rich, she would have a husband and more money and I would have had a better Life instead o the life of limited choices she could offer to me

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that the system was fine and it was my mum out of whack, because this system worked for other people, like my grandparents, instead of facing the injustice of the system we live in, where a mother has limited choices and can be overcome, deleted, annihilated by others who have More Choices, because we are all secretly seeking our Right to Choose in Self Interest, instead of standing up for the Right of All to have access to the Same Good Choices and stop all suffering on Earth once and for All. 

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to justify this system, hoping that I would make it to the top, not like my mum who didn't and seemed to not even mind about it, instead of seeing that a System where some have All Choices and some none must be a System that is Not Right, and for deliberately missing out on this point even when faced by it inside my own Home, because it was easier to blame my mum for her underachievement than to stand in Self responsibility as a point of self correction to guarantee that a Dignified Life and Equal Choices will be available for All, and they will within an Equal Money System which I support unconditionally, for myself and All of Existence, Equal and One

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Day 23: Rotten Fruits: Fat or Skinny as a value system - Part 1

I was a 'normal size' kid until I went to primary school and my love for sugar exploded.

As I said yesterday, the first Fat remark I received that I can still remember was from the school doctor, the way he said 'You are Fat' made me feel ashamed, as Fat was of less value than Not Fat and so I immediately had a loss of worth on the Value system of how a kid/female is supposed to look.

Yet sugar was not the culprit, but what was going on behind the scenes that made me want to stuff myself and suppress.

In my family everybody had weight problems, everybody was always on a diet, so dieting was a sign that Fat was in fact bad and something we should rid our bodies from.

When I was between 7 and 10 I joined my grandparents at the Weight Watchers meetings, people would clap for the ones who had lost weight, so losing weight was good, putting on weight was bad.

At the time (and even now) mostly everybody did not understand the Body and the Mind connection and why people desired to binge on food, mainly the idea was that fat people are slobs who are lazy and 'don't care about themselves' enough to be Fit.

I enjoyed finding this word "Fit" under a Fat to Slim picture while I was looking for an image to go with what I wanted to write about, Fit as in Fitting into something, mainly the ideal of how a woman should look like, Fit an image, a picture of what is good and what is bad according to how society has categorized Human Form, without looking at the physical manifestation of some distress, some suppression, some layering of the Mind into the Physical that is not about Food but about what is going on in the Mind, as Conflict and Self Abuse.

In my yesterday's blog, I gave myself a clue about having to write this out, and today I read Anna's Blog which was spot on about how I have lived my Life regarding this Idea of Thin vs Fat, of desiring Thin as a Value, as a way to add Points to myself within an imaginary Value System we have grown to accept and allowed ourselves to believe to be Real.

When I was a plump teenager, I told my grandma once that I was told I had 'big bones', I was consoled by this big bones label, as to say, the shape I had which did not fit, was not my fault, was the bones fault, I could not fight genetics and my skeletal system so I kind of unwillingly settled for the big bones label as 'better' than the Fat label.

My grandmother said 'There were no 'big boned ' people in Auschwitz', funny, writing this out seems terrible, yet it was only her own projection of having been fat immediately after the war, and possibly having collected such comments on her big bones defence which she just passed on to me, and I took it personally, I took everything people said in and as their own projections as my problem, as me being faulty, fat and therefore ugly, not worthy of a man (because it all goes back there, to the other value system of 'being attractive, able to pull a man, desirable as in men wanting to fuck you", that was about it, in a nutshell, the purpose and reason to be of a woman in Italy).

Yet I always wanted to look 'above' the weight problem, while in my Secret Mind I was always looking for clues that I did in fact Fit in, and when anything else failed, I started to binge and throw up, fast, do colonics, anything that would guarantee I could Fit this Idea I had made up in my mind about myself being 'perfect', fitting the requirements of Society, being desirable, and beautiful and not Fat and Ugly as something to be just cast aside ad forgotten.

This is one reason why I moved to Thailand, as a way to keep my weight under control, since I had given up on my ability to Change myself and my behaviour, I believed I would be better off on the island I had used to bring myself back into 'Shape", the Shape I was supposed to be to live a worthy life as a woman in a society that told me I had to Fit In and I accepted and allowed myself to believe it, until I felt worthless for not being able to, in my separation from my own Self Worth Here as Breath in every moment.

I want to take a moment to see all the angles of this Self Forgiveness, as this is a very extensive point in my Life and I would like to see as many layers as possible before I apply SF statements, will follow through in part 2 tomorrow.