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PROJECT JEREMIAH:

           A CHOSEN ONE

His name is JEREMIAH — an “undeclared” sophomore, busboy and surfer whose parents remind him on a weekly basis how much time and money they’ve sacrificed to get him into this University, It only gets worse when they remind him how much faith they have in him.

Note to self (Yourself): whenever you allow faith to become perverted into expectation you’re experiencing another subversive distortion, courtesy of your embedded malware.

Now I’ve done several sweeps around Jeremiah’s vibrational perimeter and I’ve concluded that this young man still has enough quantum light left in him to FEEL the constant neuro-manic manipulation between his fears and his desires — to intrinsically know that something not of this earth is firing through his synapses – something hellbent on enslaving and inevitably killing him.

Point in fact: Jeremiah’s consciousness has reached a level of mortal combat you won’t find in any video game. He is learning the hard way that there is no app on the digital plane, no emotional ploy at his disposal that will free him from THE PROGRAM.

Ironic, isn’t it — that he’s never felt more alive now that he’s ready to die?

Suicidal tendencies are a clear sign that a neuro-chemical war is taking place between you (the authentic you) and The Program. Adding to this descending paralysis are the constant mortar lobs of inane, insane, digitized texts, tweets, material enticements and InYourFaceSpace social expectations that push some of you into full retreat… to cower in your emotional bunker.

A BUNKER CALLED “WHATEVER.”

You know the place — where the silent screams bouncing off your inner walls reinforce “the fact” that nobody gets you. Nobody gives a shit. Nobody knows how it feels to be you.

The problem here is that most of you cannot find your way to that liberating space called BEING. Why, you may ask?  Answer: because you wake up every morning to face a foreign anomaly that is so deeply entrenched in the dark matter of your DNA that even the subatomic particle snoops at CERN can’t detect it.

Blaming yourself achieves zilch.  As I’ve said all along, you humans have had it tough from the get-go. And what’s twisted here is the fact that you and Jeremiah are packing one of the best weapons available to neutralize The Program. We Custodians pull it out of The Unified Field.  You Humans pull it out of your hearts.

In a word – EMPATHY.

Wiki and Webster define empathy as the root of compassion, but it is also a metaphysical weed-whacker with unifying properties. Every benevolent sage and prophet that’s ever walked this earth has carried a shitload of empathy and made full use of it. So why can’t Jeremiah here reach into his core reservoir and pull some out?  Put it to good use?

Because his self-construct (courtesy of The Program) has produced a counter-malware called APATHY that creates a detour away from any sustained effort toward conscious evolvement and connection to The Unified Field.

And so now Jeremiah finds himself at that tipping point, a place where he’s gravely questioning all his good intentions, whether any of them are worth a shit. Maybe it’s better to just keep the hoody up and be down all the days… until he’s had enough.

I’m a Custodian. I cannot allow Jeremiah to fold under the pain and angst of some bullshit self-construct. I don’t mind him losing his mind, but I need to help him self-destruct another way. A more positive way. The Unifiers’ way.

Therefore, I have determined that Jeremiah meets the criteria for EGO EXTRACTION.

My mission protocol is clear: I must continue to build an ark of salvation on campus here, populate it with several pairings of out-of-the-box thinkers, scientists, creatives and soul-seekers that can contribute to the cause of exposing and excising THE PROGRAM from the Body Human.

And I’d like to accomplish this before Jeremiah commits a fatal error.

So stick with me… and let’s see what we can salvage here.

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