What a day it has been! After staying out in nature in the Bulgarian countryside for a few days, today we went to the capitol of Bulgaria, Sofia. Simple mission: Try out a BTC ATM to swap some crypto for cash in order to stock up on gas and food.
Wow.
The drive to Sofia was really good but once we entered that big ass mall where the atm is located - I knew we had entered gang territory. The gang's to be precise. The only gang that operates everywhere and is constantly expanding in the cloak of normalcy.
You see it instantly. Long before you enter the mall you see it is located in a neighborhood that feels somewhat... new. Planned even. It almost reeks of a small rich consortium that had gone ahead two decades ago and purchased half the neighborhood, stomped an enormous, shiny concrete-steel-glass complex out of the ground and now sells a lifestyle to an entire generation of fresh unwitting recruits. Zombifying ever more and more people with this seductive shinyness we in the West have long fallen for en mass.
The lifestyle the gang has planned for all of humanity.
You are familiar with it, you have seen it. It's anywhere. Anywhere in the Western world most definitely, so much so that we take it as a given.
But when you visit a country that has more authentic lifestyles in the village, more immediate interaction between people, less of a TV mindset and more of a traditional view on the day-to-day... and you come to seemingly brandnew epicenters where suddenly you recognize that Western template of the gang... it will hit you. Hit you hard. The same handwriting. Same slogans. Same tactics. Same "appeal".
We entered that mall to see whether the atm was working and... to find a bathroom. Life on the road. The bathrooms were shiny and huge, reminiscent of a grand hotel lounge of sorts. And the radio was blasting autotune tracks a huge notch higher volume than any sensible establishment owner would condone.
But this is not about traditional owner-customer relationship building. It's labout luring people into and cementing a lifestyle that has been carefully crafted and is these days recklessly subsidized.
Just like in any big supermarket chain we had been to in Montenegro, or any McDonald's that attracts tourists en mass in Austria where we drove through in February. Same handwriting. Same gang.
When we entered the bathrooms, the track playing was a grotesk cover of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit and wow. If you have ever heard any "modern pop music" (the gang's template for further dumbing down the musical sensibilities in a new generation of listeners) you can completely imagine just how that cover sounds. Female voice on high autotune correction with 4 to the floor kick drums and flimsy depth, pumped up to the max by awkward levels of compression.
A nuisance to the ears, and everyone knows it somehow. Only most people don't give their own sensibilities too much credit and just trust the fad of the day. I have always wondered how long you can actually produce music like this for a living before wanting to shoot yourself ;)
People walking with masks anywhere as well. A really messed-up sight but hey, it's been going on for long enough already and I don't see how this would ever change back again within the matrix either. New rules have been laid out for certain willing volunteers - pretty much everyone. The new normal huh.
Signs stating that "this shopping center is fully covid-19 certified" or something of the sort. And ALL THE WESTERN SHOPPING NEEDS YOU COULD HAVE BEEN BRAINWASHED TO WANT... are in this one place.
Shoes. Slave-labor clothes. Candy.
An entire financial district inside the mall, with branches of banks, and under the escalator that BTC atm we had come here for.
It really didn't help the case that crypto is somehow a force of resistance to the establishment. The gang want it, and the gang want people to use it. It's right in the middle of their zombie playground...
Well, what can I say. Gang territory or not, part of the takeover or not - we were thankful to have it there. Thank you universe for this opportunity. The sole reason for coming to the city was to exchange some funds and that worked well today for which I feel grateful! Though the entire trip through town after it seemed more like a shamanic ordeal of chaos than a voyage. Recalibrating to our own level in moving our bodies out of reach from this madhouse of gang-mindset-manipulation... Took a while and we had a few bumps along the way but we're alright - mission successful.
It wasn't entirely unpleasant either, just super exciting and really fucked up in its own right.
The gang template has taken long, and it's ever expanding. Here we are in Bulgaria, a country still living with semi-recent memories of communist occupation, and we are seeing McDonald's everywhere, Shell, and KFC; we hear the same tracks played on the largest mainstream stations, see the same behavioral conditionings and possessions for people to aspire to and chase after...
And it's all a giant illusion, a really easy to see through veil of mindfuckery that has been dreamt up by a gang of... I don't even know what to call them. The gang.
Visiting the gang's playground is never a boring occasion from a shamanic point of view. But man will it get people sick who dabble with that sort of black magic lifestyle daily. It's so void and so null. And it has come to be a constant reminder of all that I do not wish to rebuild by any chance when I am handing the torch over to the next generation and my successors. Only to teach them about the gang and just how blind you had to be to find it all completely normal and benign while energetics were constantly screaming at you at the highest and darkest intensity and intention. Clothed in bubbles and flashy slogans.
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