It is All a Damn Mirage, a Cosmic Joke đ
You asked me earlier why The Domain, and other space civilizations do not land on Earth or make their presence known. Land on Earth? Do you think we are crazy or want to be crazy?
It takes a very brave IS-BE to come down through the atmosphere and land on Earth, because this is a prison planet, with a very uncontrolled, psychotic population.
And, no IS-BE is entirely proof against the risk of entrapment, as with the members of The Domain Expeditionary Force who were captured in the Himalayas 8,200 years ago.
~ Alien Interview, Matilda O'Donnell MacElroy, written by Lawrence R. Spencer
This is story about luck, guts, and having a good time on this ridiculous planet you call
Earth.
Letâs face it: Earth is basically the galaxyâs reality TV show (in short, a
shit-hole), just like any prison. You came here, against your will, with
your memory wiped clean like your browser history after masturbation
session.
Welcome to the planet of confusion!
Since youâre stuck here in this bittersweet, oxygen-oxidized, chaos-ridden
bootcamp, you might as well play, laugh, and party like itâs your last
reincarnation.
You donât need luck, you need craziness. Like to get 10 millions dollars on
lottery. The folks would say, âjust lucky.â Nah. That's just an excuse. You
build your luck. You earn it. Through effort, gut feelings, intuition, chaos
navigation, and yes occasionally falling on your face and laughing about it.
This isnât about working yourself into a burnout donkey, though. Itâs about
moving in cycles. Push hard when the energy is right. Rest when the universe
clearly tells you. Respect the spiral, baby đ.
Trust your gut: it knows the stuff.
Your brain is a great thing but itâs also a loud and over-caffeinated,
pretending to know-it-all. The real MVP is your INTENT. That
strange little whisper that says, "This feels right, go ahead," or "run away from the pyramids and cubes."
Listen to that! It's the only part of you that didn't fully died. It remembers
something beyond this prison yard. It's your only compass in the fog of
overthinking.
Everything is broken... so fuck it. The entropy is the main rule here. Accept
that, the stuff falls apart. Projects go sideways. Plans implode. People
flake. Itâs not personal. It's just Earth being Earth. Adjust and dance. Make
cracks where the weird light can gets in.
You can crawl but you can also fly. And if you donât, youâll continue floating
in lukewarm safety wondering for the rest of your days - how couldâve been
like if you had the guts to just go for it? Take the leap, figure out what do
you really want, text first, start the weird project. Worst case already
happened! You don't exist.
Law of Attraction? Eh... a kind of fantasy
You donât magically manifest a yacht by thinking yacht-thoughts. But if you
build a raft, steer into the current, and yell "YACHT" with passion, the
universe might just give you a sail. Maybe. Sometimes. But mostly it just look
at your with wonder - "what a fuck you are doing?"
Hard work matters. Attitude matters more. Intent matters the most. Sometimes
just showing up again and again is all it takes.
You are not your job, your name, or your thoughts. Youâre not the mental
narrator endlessly complaining about traffic and exes. You're not the watcher
either. You are! You are a dancer's laugh in the middle of the storm.
It is all a damn mirage, a cosmic joke. So stop taking yourself, seriously.
Smile at strangers. Help when you can. Make small talk, say jokes. Dance good
or do it terribly, who cares? Love yourself and others even if they're messy.
Be a chaotic little sparkle in this mad shitty rock.
Youâre not here to win. You are here to play.
Have fun!!!
You and the prison are an illusion, but your joy and tears are genuine - a
good meal for "higher" entities.
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