Houston, We Have a Problem.

I Forgot That From Space, The Earth is Not A Big Beautiful Marble Encircled by Blackness.

With Whom Does Lie the Truth? René Girard; Candace Owens; Carlos Castaneda. Music: Eurythmics — Would I Lie to You.

My Response to my sister’s: Monstrous Doubles & Weaponized Humans: The Big Candace Owens Soap Opera 2 by Mrs. Horsley, Jul 15, 2026.

It continues from my previous hill fogged in by delusion

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The Falseman Show: Fed-Slop Soap Opera Parody — A One Act Play by Andrés

[Any resemblance to any persons dead or alive is purely intentional: although, as a narrative, the resemblance does not reflect the actual reality of those persons or their mirror images. Inspired by Mrs. Horsley’s Candace Owens Soap Box to be playfully yet forcefully provocative. Enter at your own risk!]

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Curtain Opens to Zoom Call in Process with Andrés in México; Mr. & Mrs. Horsley in Spain

Andrés: I am not a victim! [Smiles somewhat sheepishly.]
Horsley’s [in harmony]: Yes, you are. Believe us, you are. Of course you are, it’s so obvious! Why can’t you see it?
Mrs. Horsley: Trust us, Andrés, we know that you are a character in a psy-op soap opera! A clever 5th Generation Warfare Truman Show.
Andrés: I am not a victim! Please, believe me. Please? [Begins to laugh, perhaps with a bit of sadness, at the futility of dislodging their belief in their authority™. Shakes his head.] If I am as you say, then how are you both not in Falseman’s theatre as well? How else could you be so sure of my state of mind-deadness if you are not also delimited within it? How else would you be able to define the state I am in?
Jasun: Bullshit! We see its false nature because we are aware of 5th Gen Warfare in a way that you clearly are not. It’s so obvious, can’t you see it!? If Owens was not an agent of malevolent narration manipulation she would be either dead or without a following. That, or she is a cult. [Slight pause.] I’m leaning, slightly, towards cult. I have the experience needed to see that if she isn’t a cult leader, then she certainly has the cult-like characteristics of one. 
Andrés: How is that response not a perfectly scripted soap? How could all the co-ordinated and seriously over-the-top lies against and attacks on Owens not be A 5th Gen soap? And for you to not see it is incredible. In my opinion. In my Truman Show it looks to me that you are living The Falseman Show, with a funny truth-blind spot. [Looks at Mrs. Horsley.] You have become increasingly obsessed with Owens, so much so that Owens has spilled out into your marriage enough that I was yelled at by your husband, in a public forum, for being pernicious to your marriage and to back off. In my circle of friends around the world I talk to one person about Owens regularly. I don’t think I’ve brought her up with any other of my friends. I talk with them about things we have some common elements of interest to discuss. Owens isn’t important enough to me and so I haven’t ever mentioned her to them. And neither have they mentioned her to me. [Shakes his head.]
Mrs. Horsley: I don’t believe you. You are the one who can’t stop talking about her! I’ve gone through the emails to prove it, for God’s sake!
Andrés: And from a distance it is hard to distinguish laughing from crying. I am not the one compulsively trying to change your mind. You are the one compulsive enough to research two years of emails to prove me wrong. You have confused my mind’s refusal to be changed by your mind, a mind — your mind — that is minding my mind’s content, and with my undertaking the effort to change your mind is your perception. You are in the opposite state. You are free to think what you want, even with objectively, provably asinine things. When you tell me the sky is maroon I will not agree, no matter how hard you and your authorities™ tell me that I am the deluded one. And since I am actively, not passively, resisting your ostensible need for your absolute correctness to be mirrored by me, you have overtly, although perhaps unconsciously, scapegoated me in an extremely clever way! As a model of delusion that you can parade in public! Too funny! Love it!
Mrs. Horsley: That’s not true!
Andrés: [Shrugs.] Did you not publicly post me as a wackadoodled koolaid drinker specifically as a perfect model of a victim of 5th Generation Warfare? You openly declared I was your example to prove your thesis. You wrote that and published it. True? [Shrugs.]
Mrs. Horsley: [Says nothing.]
Andrés: How do you know that by doing that you may be presenting yourself as the model of delusion? How can you know?
Mrs. Horsley: That’s not what I am doing! And stop deflecting! We’re talking about you, not me. Sheesh!
Andrés: [Shrugs.] That’s what you wrote. Explicitly. And posted. [Looks at Jasun.] Didn’t she?
Jasun: [Short pause, touches his face as he thinks.] Well, I can see how it could be taken that way. I’m sure that that wasn’t her intention. When I pushed my wife to write out her frustration with your… How to put it? Not delusion exactly. Misperception, maybe. What I had hoped for was to resolve your dispute so I wouldn’t have to listen to her going on about it. And to get Mrs. Horsley to put down in a constructive way, a public way, all the para-political stuff that she can’t stop talking about that I am not really that interested in.
Andrés: Yes, I understand. And I agreed to Mrs. Horsley using me in her ‘exploration’ of 5th Generation Warfare without having actually read what she wrote first. [Looks at Jasun with deliberation and intention.] Yes, I used muscle testing to make that ‘blind’ choice. [Looks at Mrs. Horsley.] And as I wrote, when I read what you had written, I was surprised by what you had written. A highly intellectualised description of a mind manipulation model. It is interesting. Not the model, though. What was interesting was my gut’s ‘So what?’ reaction. There are many such models, a tiny number of which I cited in my reply. And I suspect that no-one who reads and/or listens to Jasun thinks that there are not many modes and mechanisms enacting schismogenetic mind-fuckery. And likely in a plethora of ways, of which your OODA(R) that you cited is just one. After the surprise of what you wrote had passed, and as I wrote in my typically overly verbose and circumlocutious way, I realised that that was likely your way to use your intellect to convince me that 5th Generation Warfare mind-fuckery exists. And that I am a victim of it. I could be wrong. Prove it, though — to paraphrase Charlie Kirk. [Smiles at the joke-jab.]
Mrs. Horsley: No! That’s not it at all! 
Andrés: Okay. So when you agreed to give me space to respond, you were surprised at what I wrote, yes? 
Mrs. Horsley: Yes. It was off topic.
Andrés: So you wanted me to agree with you, then? With mind-fuckery? [Shakes his head.] In our ten plus years of conversation was there any doubt in your mind I wouldn’t agree that there is a nearly ubiquitous existence of mind-fuckery practices by what I have come to call the ‘necromongers’? Or, were you wanting for me to argue against your premise? In a kind of interactive Socratic collaboration in some way? And it certainly wasn’t written that way. You were authoritatively writing down the law of 5th Generation Warfare and its mechanisms as you see it. So I’m confused. Your invite to me was not to collaborate on a piece on the mechanism of mind control techniques. You had already written it, even though I had imagined that it might be some kind of collaboration. 
Mrs. Horsley: I … [pauses.] I’m not sure. I didn’t think that you would take it personally, though. Because it wasn’t personal. That you did that, though, is evidence, to me, that you are, in fact, deluded. Otherwise you wouldn’t have reacted in the way that you did. Don’t you see?
Andrés: So, you … what? [Pauses.] It feels to me that in our Owens [fingered scary quotation marks] ‘feud’, if you want to call it that, you simply want me to agree with your perception of my mind having been fucked. And yet, when I ask for evidence of that you, and Jasun in his last post, cite your years and years of authority™ and my being a newbie as proof that I am mind-fucked by wackadoodling koolaid vendors? And for you to have written that in that way is not in anyway a personal denigration of me? Interesting. Furthermore, how is that not you making alive in our relationship a form of overlaid Girardian mimesis of what is believable — I need to believe what you believe, to consent to your consensus of what is believable. To mirror your truth in order to keep the social order ordered within your precepts as what must be true. And since I won’t bend the knee to your authority™, even with all your years of study and recent years of exhortations, I was publicly scapegoated — by my body’s choice, so I’m not and don’t feel that I am a scapegoated victim. That is what is obvious to me.
Mrs. Horsley: That’s not it! Not at all!
Andrés: In recent weeks your Owens obsession with my ostensible — ie obvious to you — Owens obsession has become a kind of full court press. And you have been dragging your husband into it to kind of gang up on me. Normally I would simply have exited this kind of engagement as fruitless. [Looks at Jasun.] I learned the absolute futility of these kinds of intellectual arguments with 'facts' with the convid defenders and advocates.
Jasun: So, then why didn’t you exit this one? Because it was with your sister? Aren’t you afraid it would split you two apart?
Andrés: Great questions. [Pauses.] Some of it may be because this is with my sister. Although I don’t think that is the main thing. Well, I know that that is not the main thing because I continued agitating her because my body said ‘Do it. Be that thorn in their sides. That is important, in some way.’ That is something that you, Jasun, have in the last few weeks asserted on more than one occasion as being an important, even a critical component of something akin to true ‘spiritual’ growth. The thorn in the side. And whatever truth is. [Shrugs and shakes his head.]
Jasun: You’re just saying that to be a provocative asshole! Right?
Andrés: Yes. Because I have entered, for the first time of my life, an active practice of being disagreeable. Something that in the past you vociferously advocated that I ‘had’ to do in order to stop being aggravatingly ’too nice’. Do you remember that? 
Jasun: [Pause.] Yeah. That was a couple of years ago, I think.
Andrés: And since your odd sort of public meltdowns over my muscle testing and obsession with synchronicities, I have stopped bringing them into my discourse with you and your groups. Likely you haven’t noticed that, I suspect, because with life’s wicked sense of humour, it is you who is now the one that keeps bringing them up — as a thorn in my side! Too funny!
Jasun: No I don’t. [Pauses.] Do I, really?
Andrés: [Nods.] For example, in the last Christ Outside of Christianity meeting, you mentioned ‘synch’s’. I think it might have included some slight slur against me, although I don’t remember for sure. Anyway, that day’s new attendee asked what synchs were, and I said something like, ‘This is something for Jasun to answer.’ And then you didn’t directly answer it directly and then it became oddly mealy mouthed and confused response. It seemed clear to me the querent wanted a simple answer and then an example of it. When you dropped the ball, I stepped in to give the Tintin comic book On a marché sur la Lune, A Walk on the Moon, arriving in my email as an example of synchronicity because it arrived in the morning that I had begun to post my essay on the lie of the Apollo moon landing.
Mrs. Horsley: Stop it! What the fuck?! This has nothing to do with Candace Owens and 5th Generation Warfare. [Pauses.] And obviously this is you, Andrés again, deflecting from the truth. Yup. Clearly. And you are good at it for sure. Deflecting, I mean.
Jasun: [Nods his head.] Yes, he is.
Andrés: [Shakes his head, soft smile, ignores Mrs. Horsley.] And, of course, I laughed at the synchronistic nature of it, and especially how if I said that, you would likely tell me to fuck off, because not everything can be a synchronicity. Okay. I guess you’re an authority™ [with fingered scary quotation marks] ’TM’, on synchronicities too. And you won’t hear me talk about them again. Except in response, sometimes, to something somebody — whom I won’t name — brings them up. Or like with the attendee who had a question that you didn't answer.
Jasun: [Clearly frustrated.] You just don’t, get it, do you Andrés? If everything is a synchronicity, then how can anything be a synchronicity?!
Andrés: [Shrugs.]
Jasun: And can’t you just stop using your fucking body-testing? It is just being lazy and even irresponsible. Likely you have opened yourself up to entities. Why won’t you use my way of gut knowledge?! Jesus Christ, Andrés! Stop it already. Stop it and recognise the sophistication of the mind-fuckery that we’ve been studying for years. Most likely you are being controlled by an entity. And, with Owens', mind-fuckery for sure!
Andrés: [Sighs. His face relaxes. He smiles a little.] Maybe. [Mutters, with some surprise that his thoughts moved over his tongue and lips, out of his mouth.] I wonder if their ten years of submersing themselves in Girard has mind-fucked them? Could it be that Girard is a kind of entity? Is it possible that their pride, their self-proclaimed acumen after ten years of Girardian study has given them the perfect lens by which they can categorised me as a, or perhaps their, scapegoat? Is it not possible that because of their hard earned Girardian lens my failure to mirror them has itself created or energised in them the ‘demanded’ Girardian group violence that needs to be scapegoated out? Interesting! [His eyes open a little in surprise.] Girardian theory as a moral system of thought! Really?!
Horsley’s: What was that? What did you say?
Andrés: Sorry, nothing. Nothing. An empty thought that slipped out.
Horsley’s: [They shake their heads. Jasun seemingly opens his mouth to begin to swear and stops himself.]
Andrés: I have a deluded [with fingered ‘scary’ quotation marks] ‘response’ to complete. And, as usual, my fingers have taken me into yet another unexpected no-human’s land, where moralists fear to tread. And, maybe, just maybe, moralists are finding it increasingly hard to hide from me. With lots of words, of course. Hasta luego. [Andrés quickly moved the cursor and clicked himself out of the zoom call. However, instead of resuming writing his response right away, he turned to YouTube to find a Nightwish music video to attend. He wanted a kind of musical rest and reset while he contemplated that Girardian mimetic ‘aha’ that he’d had. While looking for something new from the algorithm to ‘call to him’ his eyes widened and he laughed.] No way! No fucking way! [He had seen a thumbnail of someone explaining why the (MBTI Meyers-Briggs psychological type indicator) INTJs are Cassandras, why they are not heard, not ‘properly’ understood by anybody. Very funny, Andrés thought to himself. Is God pulling his leg? Synchronicity? Or is it just how sophisticated is the listening and attending ‘iCloud god’ of the events of his life? How could iCloud god supply him with something like that? He didn’t remember the last time he had talked about Meyers-Briggs psychological typology anywhere with anyone.

Why No One Listens To INFJs by Psychobabble with Life Coach Jenny D, 30 Jan 2023.

Of course, Andrés is currently writing about not being heard or understood by his sister. Hmmmm. And he wondered why ‘INTJ’ was the video that came up? Is that really his MBTI type? He thought that it might be, although he didn’t remember for sure. It was something like that, though. Since he first did the MBTI testing initially more than ten years ago and every 4-5 years since then, he doesn’t remember his type, even after having taken ten or so versions of the MBTI type testing quizzes across the years. So he checked his notes to discover that iCloud god had missed the mark. He is not an INTJ. He is an INFJ, that turns out to be the rarest MBTI type on the planet. And so he spent some time watching videos describing what that means, to be INFJ. And he laughed and/or shook his head at the accuracy of how well each of the several videos described so many of his INFJ life-experiences. And killer funny, for him was the crazy number of synchronicities between their descriptions of how INFJ’s engage with people and the specificity of detail that applies to the Mrs. Horsley obsession with Owens and Andrés’s manner of response, which has many INFJ elements. One of which includes how often INFJ’s write scripts in their heads to figure out what to say! Wha’ tha’?! He had just written this script before discovering that INFJ’s like to write scripts. And in a flash, it came to him, how he would respond to Mr. & Mrs. Horsley. He realised that their methodology for examining narrative control had some striking similarities to what he had seen when the MBAs (Masters of Business Administration) had invaded his workplace in the late ’90s and early ‘00s. Self-proclaimed masters of what they claim is the science™ of business management. Like what he saw with the MBA practices, he saw with Mr. & Mrs. Horsley an odd kind of moralistic reliance on a learned and learnéd pattern-recognition of para-politics that has become disconnected from the need to touch the earth in order to test the truth of their perception of the pattern. That is what MBAs are habituated to do. At that point Andrés left the scripted third person narrative. He returned to his obnoxious self with his very difficult to create and very difficult to read essay prose style.]

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Who Am I, Really, to Write Such Scripted Bullshit Fictional Narrative?

By what ‘authority™’ do I have to write such a thing? Authority™, such a tricky word. What does it mean? I am no longer exactly sure what it means because I have become aware that authority™ is one of the greatest of the 5th Generation Warfare tools. It is the lynchpin to which blind or near-blind obedience is tethered. That and its conjoined twin ‘expert™’. All the mind control programs at some point rely on, to a greater or lesser extent, some kind of authority-figure in order to persuade the targets of the desired control to become or to remain obeisant to a narrative. And to accept the authority’s™ assertion that what the targets are actually seeing and hearing is false. Such as ‘Trust the science™’ or ’Trust the Guru™’. (I wrote a version of this in my ten part series Obedience to Authority: An Exploration, Part I On ‘Mass Formation’, Woke and Corporatist News: Saviour from What? Nov 27, 2022.)

So perhaps one of the first objectives of mind controllers is to persuade people to distrust themselves — or at least trust themselves less than they trust the science authority™, the church authority™, etc. Faith is key, whether it is faith in God™, Science™, Scriptures™, Tarot™, Kabbalah™, I Ching™, Feminism™, PhD™, Crystal Ball™ ad ‘tm’ infinitum. Under no circumstance are humans to trust their actual experience, and especially not what is core to experience, this body.

Locked In and Loaded — Engage the Authorities™ Replay

And thus it is I am engaged in an authority/ authoritarianist struggle, as Jasun described. IMO. I’m not exactly sure what Mrs. Horsley considers this engagement to be. I think that her words do not quite capture the fullness of her intention. She is arguing with her intellect as if it is the tool that can present arguments with sufficient self-proclaimed authority™ to convince those who doubt the existence of mind control and its malevolent intent. This is not a good ideological place to be, IMO, because the reality of the success of her intention, if that is what it is, is bleak. Evidence of the high failure rate of logic to win-over committed people is well displayed by the experience of vaccine renunciate multi-million Steve Kirsch in his Substack. Because he might be an actual non-tm scientisamist, his intense anti-vaccine research and detailed presentation of ‘just the facts’ at the highest levels of the scientific™ community — until he with his ‘bad’ science was shunned by the scientisamists with their trust-the-science™ tyranny — has not measurably changed any minds about vaccines, injections and the non-deadliness of the convid — at least before 2024. (I hope that failure has changed in the two years since then.)

Did Mrs. Horsley argue with pro-vaxxers about the dangerous nature of the convid injection before she and Jasun fled the Canada that was suffering under the Schwab young leader and fully compromised Trudeau ‘medical’ tyrant? Before I eventually left Canada, I did have those arguments. Many. And hard. And when my passion to help is fired up, I argue hard. And I argue hard because I am fundamentally grounded in evidence and so, before I argued ‘just the facts, ma’am’ to anyone I did hundreds, perhaps even approaching a thousand, hours of research to confirm beyond a reasonable doubt, if not with absolute certainty, that the convid injection was bad, bad, bad. And very likely that it had been made that way with deliberate malevolent intention.

Without any actually scientific™ research about the convid, my body clearly and emphatically refused to give me the go-ahead to get genetically spiked after my employer mandated that I take it as a condition of continued employment. Before that I had refused the injection as unnecessary because it was clear to me that the so-called ‘pandemic’ was a psychologically induced and managed panic in order to justify the theft of public funds by transferring them to the pharmaceutical industrial complex. And that that deliberately fomented panic had successfully got people to behave in stupid ways, such as wearing masks when viruses are hundreds of times smaller than the pores of those masks. My body’s directed refusal to be injected would terminate my employment and with that I was going to be quickly insolvent. Okay. So be it.

By that time I had grown enough trust in my body’s truth sensing powers to choose insolvency rather than injection. It was after the mandate, that my body rejected, that I began to actually investigate what that injection was. After about a hundred hours of research I had accumulated enough data to articulate with scientific surety to the people around me of what I had found about the convid injection. And, in order not to be too scary about what I had found of its health and life dangers, I presented the dangers of the injection in the form of a risk-benefit analysis that suggested the risk of being spiked outweighed the potential benefit. And so with the zeal of a social justice truther, I engaged my world filled with confidence. And, because by then most everyone I knew had already been jabbed, I was on the defence against being jabbed in the first place, and simply suggested to people to avoid getting boosters. Before I left Canada six months later I knew for sure that I influenced with my evidence only one co-worker’s mind about the injection’s danger. And it was after he had had a post jab-induced heart attack! And even with having had that heart attack on the same day of being injected, he was very slow to change his mind about the dangers of that spike protein.

Music: Nightwish — Yours Is An Empty Hope.

And in my research I came across that Steve Kirsch. He is a now a completely evidence-based anti-convid advocate. With his millions of dollars as a tech pro inventor, he amassed anti-convid evidence taller than Mt. Everest. And yet, even with all that evidence he regularly cried out in abject frustration at his complete, total, utter failure to change even a single mind. At one point, in frustration and with a scientist’s mindset, he asked his readers to share with him their best mind-change success stories in order for him to develop some kind of ‘best-of’ practices guide, since his brilliant articulation of his mountain of evidence obviously did not work. (Could not work, maybe?) There weren’t enough positive results from his sample to create that best-of practices! (See my reply to Kirsch at Steve Kirsch asked “What are the best ways to red-pill someone?” My answer, Aug 5, 2022.)

A Questionable Character Doesn’t Trust the Authorities™. So What?

With a recent increase in vociferousness both Jasun and my sister have attacked the nature of my character because I don’t trust the authority™ they have given to themselves. Their authority™ derives from them having earned it by their decades of research. When I ask for evidence, actual tangible evidence of their antipathy towards Owens I am, in slightly different ways, told that I am a ’newbie’, ’naïve’ and, most recently a ‘wackadoodle’ who doesn’t understand enough to trust™ them. Trust their authority™. With varying degrees of bluntness I am told that I don’t respect them nor the authorities that they respect. In particular René Girard. And in that way I have become just another Cassandra in their eyes.

For example, Mrs. Horsley argues that my having dismissed her ten years of intense study of Girard before she ‘got it’ as my having failed to appreciate the profound depth of Girard’s research and truth™. Another appeal to authority™. Okay. How to respond to that? How to be convincing enough to her that my shallow, by her efforts, dig into Girard had been enough for me to see the limits of the pan-truth™ in his argument? Yes, I even wrote that. I had concluded, rightly or wrongly, that that truth™ is in the same way as true as that of Newton’s Laws of Motion or the particle theory of matter. Both can be and perhaps easily understood as ‘true’, just that they are not absolutely true. There is enough evidence of their accuracy to not see that the theory is inadequate to fully explain the physical world. Mimetic theory has this same characteristic. IMO.

In other words I didn’t dismiss Girard completely. I concluded that his mimetic theory was not as complete as the Horsleys argue that it is. I made my Girard argument/ critique in my Substack series that explored the likelihood that all morals are fundamentally malevolent and even evil by the nature of their construction. See 1. The Quality of Mercy, Without Straining, Virtue-Signals Transaction as Compassion — Pt 1 of 4. Mar 03, 2026. I have not tried to change their minds about Girard. Nor have I made any unilateral effort to change their minds about Owens. I have simply disagreed with them and, until and unless prodded by my sister, I do not talk to them about her at all. And not about Girard, either. And thus it is that, because Mrs. Horsley insists that I change my mind, they dismiss me as unappreciative of their superior understanding, because that great understanding was so hard fought to achieve.

And I’m fine with that. I have no compulsion to insist that I am right. I could be wrong, and I am open to learning more from them that may inspire me to change my mind. I want to discover that my understanding is inadequate, incomplete or utterly wrong. Oops! I’ve been wrong so many times before that un-wronging my beliefs has become, for me, easier with all that exercise. On the other hand, all that exercise has also stepped up what is required from others to inspire me to change. And logical argument is not inspiration. And that has become even more difficult for others because my body-trust exercise/ experiment is now ten years old. And to date has been without outliers.

Oops! Stupid Me, I Misunderstand the Girardian Truth-God™

With their latest assault on my failure to understand their Girardian truth™, I wondered two things. 1) When Mrs. Horsley got that final and hard fought Girardian ‘aha’ after ten arduous years of study, I questioned whether or not she actually fully understood it in they way she thinks that she has. Or did she in fact come under its spell? Is Girard to her and Jasun a version of an intellectual cult leader? There is a kind of reverence in how they describe its explanatory power of history, and perceived prophetic power for the future. [Addendum: after finishing the first draft of this essay, synchronistically, this very theme was discussed in the men’s group meeting the next day. With Jasun’s experience of Castaneda and his recent dig into Castaneda being, by most measures, an abusive cult leader. I’ll discuss that a bit more as a proper addendum at the end of this essay below.]

And, 2) I thought, rather meanly and disagreeably for sure, is how smart is my sister if it took her ten years to understand Girard without seeing any weaknesses in his argument? And that it only took me 40 hours or so to do that? And even in her earlier piece in this ‘series’, both Jasun and Mrs. Horsely, in a very cult-like way, twisted the nature our disagreement over Owens to fit it into the demands of Girard’s central premise, mimetic rivalry — even with them having observed and openly stating that what my sibling and I are engaged in didn’t quite fit Girard’s mimetic theory. It’s an outlier, in other wards. And epigeneticist Dr. Bruce Lipton laughingly scoffs at the scientists™ who dismiss outliers in order to rest easy in their whole-hearted moral commitment and belief in a pet scientific™ theory. Moralists, in other words. If there are outliers the theory is incomplete in some way, or perhaps even wrong, absolutely. For example, it was outliers in the science of particle theory that eventually removed the particle theory of matter as being the ‘fundamentally’ absolute true description of matter.

Increasing My Disagreeableness — Citing My Own Authority™ to Dismiss Authorities™. Who Am I, Really?

And then to be even more disagreeable, I decided for this essay, that I would cite my own authority™, in order to mirror the Horsley’s in the ‘purely’ Girardian sense. I do not remember doing that with Mrs. Horsley in our two year disagreement about Owens — claiming my own authority™ I mean. I could be wrong about that, though, and I am fully open to being corrected by Mrs. Horsley if she feels compelled to prove my time frame to be in error.

I remember several years ago feeling the need to cite my authorities™ in order to have an approvable, respectable opinion. After someone asked me why I did that, I looked into myself for why. Lack of self worth, of course. So, while I do continue to reference this or that book or author, it is no longer in order to defer to that authority™ as a grounding authority for my ideas and opinions. No longer does my authenticity live outside of my Self because I turn to my experiences of somatic life as a measure of truth or not. So it is that I no longer need to believe x,y or z as authoritative or true™. Rather ‘truth’, whatever that actually is and which has questionable stability, has become how my own accumulated experiences and my reflections on them confirm from me trust. I am curious, and I wonder at what they might be pointing to as approximating my being in alignment with the truth-of-the-moment. And as my practice of continuous reflection continues to evolve my ability to see more clearly my Self and Life, what was an absolute truth of yesteryear I can now see as having been something provisional, perhaps even temporarily necessary at the time, because I was able to develop the next ‘level’ of sensibility and/or understanding that allowed me to disregard or discard the truth that no longer holds true.

Music: The Cranberries — Zombie.

This is an example of the parable of the seeker who finds the boat that enabled the quest to continue across the great water. Once the water is crossed the boat, if carried to the next mountain, becomes a burden. Yet many a seeker will carry the past necessary boat as if leaving it behind is a violation against the boat for having enabled the passage over the water in the first place.

This is why Patañjali’s principle of aparigraha, letting go of that which no longer serves, is so important! It is in fact, so important, that most people apply it to only material things so as to not look at their ideologies or morals as truth-traps that may have helped them in the past and which no longer serve them when taking the next steps into living freely as an evolving individuating Self.

And since that ‘need’ for external authority™ has relaxed out of my system, I am open to counter examples. Inspire me with the resonance of truth enough that my understanding of truth grows and then I more easily let past truths fall away that no longer serve the quest of today. Yes, I love that ‘aha’ experience when it happens. The ‘aha’ is the death of an old truth being replaced by a more vibrant one. The boat transforms itself into hiking boots.

Testing the Veracity of the Reality of My Being In an Owens Rapture State

Before I get to citing my own authority™ in this Owens disagreement, a bit more detail. How do I know that it is not me who is the deluded one, the one obsessed by Owens? I have asked to get from the people who have dismissed me for my ‘mis’-perception of Owen’s for two things: I ask them to supply me of evidence of their claim. Not just an opinion, not even an opinion from a so-called expert™ or respected™ media personality or influencer. I want ‘real’ tangible evidence. No one has yet supplied me with that. I get opinion or silence. Or, on occasion, trivial examples of opinion that Owens cites as if opinion by her is, in fact, evidence.

And the second thing I ask for is if they have actually spent sufficient time with Owens in order for us to have a well-considered debate about her and my ‘obvious’ entanglement. Likewise, no-one I have challenged has done that. In fact, oddly enough and significantly, in most cases, those who want to dismiss me cite the obvious Owens ‘ick’ factor for not watching her. She is just too ‘ewwww, you couldn’t pay me enough to watch her!’ arguments. Okay. Conversation door firmly closed and they, seemingly, rest confident in their perception of what is true about Candace Owens. SMH.

And yes, in almost every case they have used nearly identical language, and even words, in the exact same way as Mrs. Horsley repeatedly did in her piece condemning me as a victim of a manufactured delusion! Although some just go quiet. And so with these knee-jerk Owens reactions there cannot be any kind of argument, Socratic or otherwise. Full on Owens truth-seers are like the woke lefties who hated Jordan Peterson because Jordan Peterson was an icky ewwie misogynistic Nazi. Well, how do they know it? Because everyone just knows that that is what he is. It is just so obvious. Obviously. End of story.

And, more subtly, more importantly, the commonality of the ‘just can’t stand her’, ‘ewww she’s icky’ argument is strong evidence of a successful 5th Gen Warfare campaign. IMO. We saw exactly that with the attacks against Jordan Peterson with the 5th Gen warfare manufactured rise of violent woke. Then the personal demonising attacks against anyone who conned the con of the convid. And I see it with the manner of the co-ordinated attacks on Owens’s character and not her actual claims or arguments. ’She’s just ick and a demon and you couldn’t pay me enough to watch her.’ Owens says ‘Christ is King’ and that is used as an excuse to fire her and launch a study co-authored by Jordan Peterson, oddly enough, to prove that people saying ‘Christ is King’ is anti-semitic hate speech. Yup, a successful implant of vacuity as mind control that indicates a 5th Generation Warfare attack. (Although, in this particular case, I don’t think that authoring™ ‘Christ is King’ as being anti-semitic worked very well — perhaps a bit too silly. Often putting out lies this big is a mark of 5th Generation Warfare, however. It is just that that one failed. IMO.)

And the organisation who sponsored the claim, NCRI, has been a socially schismogenetic 5th Generation War Machine fighting for anti-speech laws while disguising themselves as agents fighting against disinformation, etc. Such as Owens being an anti-semitic demon spawn. So funny.

The ex-woke poster child Africa Brooke is lovely example of a 5th Gen recruit having deserted the 5th Generation Warfare army.

Africa Brooke. Music: Macy Gray — Creep.

One day she saw a flicker of light poking through her leftist delusion. It was at a speaking event. She had been applauded for being unnecessarily cruel to someone who had asked a reasonable question. The flicker was that, for the first time she actually saw that she had no compassion for the attendee. It was a tiny chink in her moral stand. And that awareness was not achieved by having been given a great logical argument: it was an internally generated ‘aha’ that she hadn’t been compassionate on the political side that calls themselves compassionate and open and loving. That flicker of her hypocrisy couldn’t be extinguished and it became a deep and long exploration of herself. After many months of her taking an honest inventory of her Self, she eventually publicly apologised to Jordan Peterson for all the baseless evils that she had, for many years, called him to great applause to adoring crowds. See ‘Leaving the Cult of Wokeness with Jordan Peterson | Africa Brooke - MP Podcast #120’.

Self-Serving Self-Referencing of My Authority™: 1) IQ

So, what is my first self-serving self-referenced authority™ which will undoubtedly be an inadequate mirror to the authorities™ that appeal to the Horsley’s? My IQ. Yup. I have taken a few IQ tests, out of curiosity, and it is about 160. So, please stop inferring or calling me stupid. Thank you.

And with that I find myself wanting to childishly give them a raspberry. LMAO, because, of course, I anticipate that they will debase that authority as an empty arrogance that lacks fundamental validity. Too funny. And probably true.

And I also sigh! Because with that appeal to my own IQ as authority™ it gives them the opportunity, even permission perhaps, to use my own words against me. How? Why? Because I have on many occasions argued that it is only really smart people who can do the stupidest things possible. People who are truly stupid don’t have the intelligence to be extremely stupidly dangerous. SMH.

Related to that is that both the Horsley’s assume something about the depth or scope of what I know and/or understand. Although that has come up far less from Jasun than his wife. In the Owens’ thing, Mrs. Horsley has made several references to me ‘just not knowing’ or, perhaps not knowing enough. Please. You do not know what I know. And I fully and openly acknowledge and respect how much more both the Horsleys ‘know’ about this or that. Certainly, no question. And oftentimes, it seems to me, that my lack of knowing what they know has engendered this idea that what I know is inadequate or inaccurate in comparison with their knowledge. That is a poor assumption to make. Neither of you know how much I have studied about this or that and how that this or that informs how and why I make arguments the way I do. Different, yes, with some significant areas of overlap.

Self-Serving Self-Referencing of My Authority™: 2) Book Knowledge

And that comes to my second appeal to authority as regard to the specific topic of organised state sponsored mind-fuckery. My history of the ‘important’ books read. Perhaps most importantly C.G. Jung, John Ralston Saul, Raymond Smullyan and Noam Chomsky. Although that barely touches the surface, of course.

Again I laugh at including this kind of appeal to self-authority™ because I am very deliberately mirroring the Horsleys in the Girardian sense. They have studied a lot, true enough. And so have I. So what? You may, (will?), dismiss my particular study as irrelevant or, perhaps, as having compromised my ability to see the truth that you have gleaned from your studies. Or because you perceive that your own course of study gives you the authority™ to diminish or even dismiss my course of study — which goes far far far beyond those four authors. SMH. Yup. Too funny. Life really is intelligent and has an absolutely wicked sense of humour because, of course, I can apply that same argument to you as well. Tag, you’re it!

Self-Serving Self-Referencing of My Authority™: 3) INFJ

The INFJ Mind Constantly Drives People Insane (6 Shocking Reasons) by BrainWatched. 1 Sep 2025.

And the third call to my self-proclaimed authority is that in the Meyers-Brigg’s Typology Indicator world, I am an INFJ. ‘The rarest and scariest and most dangerous of all the MBTI types.’ Yay! The estimates are that about 1-2% of the human population are INFJs. And with an IQ of 160, likely that puts me into significantly less than 1%, the so called Sigma INFJ. And INFJs are extraordinary able to see patterns, able to read otherwise hidden emotional and psychological clues that few others see. These traits, along with some others, are associated with people who make extraordinary fine conclusions by connecting dots that many others don’t see. So, Mrs. Horsley, when you tell me that you are astounded that I am not seeing the pattern, when I tell you that I do, the odds are pretty good that I do. And furthermore, just be an asshole, that I may be seeing patterns that you may not be seeing. So there! Tag you’re it! Again, LMAO because now, that self-referenced authority™ can be easily scoffed at and castigated. And yet, does it have any less validity, the ungrounded claim of my own understanding of this or that? In exactly the way you make your claims. SMH.

On Being Even More Assholian: MBTI Synchronicity Alert As Evidence of My MBTI Type as Proof of My Self-Proclaimed Authority™

Note that I included the whole INFJ thing to be a near total asshole. I’ve not really paid too much attention to what INFJ means since I was introduced to it when I was studying Jung’s approach to psychological types in the 1990s. I somewhat condescendingly dismissed MBTI, in fact, when I first encountered it as a somewhat convoluted version of, or odd complication of, what Jung wrote in perhaps his most incredibly difficult book to read, Psychological Types. (Which is in the top 5 most important books for everyone to read. IMO.) I became more interested in MBTI in 2012-14 when one of the extraordinarily gifted writers who was with me at that time in a writing group turned out to be fully trained in MBTI. And M.R. was astonishing in what he was able to comprehend in people using that skill. He was jaw dropping in his detail and accuracy. So, it was only with his display that I took more interest in MBTI and subsequently took ten or so MBTI quizzes to confirm whether or not M.R. had correctly deduced my type. And he had, with INFJ being perhaps the hardest to detect. And the one I continue to forget that I am. IQ 160? Nay, probably not!

Then I got busy with yoga and I fell away from the writing group. In the subsequent years M.R. and I have communicated briefly through the Goodreads’ Haiku writing group. Well, I researched the meaning of being the scary and dangerous Sigma INFJ for this essay on Saturday and Sunday. (I wrote the above on Monday.) And on that Monday I went to Facebook to get a Charlie Kirk investigation related video clip — I’ve included it in this essay. And while there — I rarely visit Facebook, especially when busy unless someone sends me a link to it — I noticed that M.R. had reached out to me in Messenger. Wha’ tha’?! (And more extraordinary is that he reached out to me because of something I had said about food as medicine more than ten years ago. He is hoping that I can help him with a health issue he has been struggling with for some years.)

Now that time has passed since last week I don’t know if I had been recently thinking about M.R. because there was a pre-conscious idea to use MBTI in this essay. My thought had been to jokingly use my psychological type as an extraordinary and powerful self-proclaimed authoritarian™ asshole. Or if I had been thinking of M.R. because I was in a recent conversation with my British friend who also likes to write Haiku. Was it that that had brought to mind M.R.’s extraordinarily fine MBTI efforts. SMH. At this time, I don’t know.

And is it possible that everything is synchronicity? Maybe. A fine detail, perhaps. And yet a true master of the MBTI reaches out for my help at effectively the same time I’m researching MBTI more now than ever I did with M.R. twelve years ago.

Proof of INFJ Type to Confirm My Self-Proclaimed Authority™?

One of the characteristics of an INFJ — besides the tendency to write scripts and that that one I wrote above is not the first by a very long shot — is that they don’t like to argue until a certain point is reached. And after that they will go in for the kill. Interesting. Fortunately for the three of us, I’m not actually angry or my assholianness could be really bad. To Jasun in the men’s group I’ve described that I’ve done that in my past — although I don’t think that he has actually believed me. He has asked for evidence of that that I’ve not been able to tangibly provide because the best examples have been work-related. And the evidence got left behind when I left the job. And even though I’m not angry with this effort, I can see that for most who read it, what I’ve written has a harshness as described as part of my INFJ type. The distinction is that my harshness here is not me angrily striking out to hurt them: I am being obnoxiously disagreeable in order to agitate my sister and her husband from the comfort of a kind of moralistic Girardian samskara. And I am being harsh because I respect their strength, resilience and the core desire that they both have to reach truth. Whatever that truth is.

And yet truth is something we feel in our bodies. Somehow our bodies know truth more tangibly then the glitter and shimmer of the mind’s occupations with ideas simple and difficult.

Synchronicity Addendum: Castaneda, Girard as River Boats and Cult-Like Behaviours

In order to meet the Tuesday deadline for this essay — yup, missed it — I wrote for much of Monday — from 9am until 3am the following morning. During it I had a couple of fascinating ‘aha’s. The first was that the manner that the Horsley’s engage with and propagate the truth™ of Girard, and how they reject his disbelievers such as me, struck me as cult-like. It was late in my writing day when that ‘enlightenment’ hit and so I didn’t explore it deeply. Although I alluded to it because, while it is not the main point of this particular exploration, I consider it to beiing an important one. And because of Jasun’s experiences of being in a cult and of having seen himself becoming cult-like under certain circumstances, this made perfect sense: that sufficient ideation of a book can easily turn its ideas into an ideology. And how is that not to become a cult member? Ahh, I thought, this is what I see with the Horsleys and Girard.

After that ‘aha’ a second smaller one than that came into my mind from somewhere out of the mud of the unconscious. And that is that to be in a cult is to defer one’s personal authority/ integrity for the tribal identity of the cult. Yes, yes, yes, it’s obvious, of course. It is just that I’d not thought of that in just such a direct way before. And with that expanded understanding I see that it has a much broader reach than just being in a cult.

After that another interesting, and for me more important realisation than those two, was that morals are cult-structures. That morals are, therefore, schismogenetic functions that rationalise the removal of compassion and often, perhaps even necessarily, create the scapegoat in an individual or in the outside group. This is something I will explore another time.

The synchronicity is that on Tuesday after admitting to myself that I was unlikely to meet my writing deadline for this essay, I went to the men’s group meeting. Jasun opened the meeting sharing his physical and psychological distress at coming to accept as likely true, that his lifetime life-saving writing hero Castaneda, and Don Juan’s lessons as the absolute all to explain completely the truth of the world, was false. Maybe not completely false. And yet wrong enough for him to question his ability to trust what he now sees or understands to be true or not. If he can be fooled by that, what else will he be fooled by? How can he know anything as true or not? That implies the deeply troubling, deeply Zen quest of what is anything?

This is a profound shift of awareness and one that challenges our constructed identities to the deepest level of Self. It is a core one. It is, of course, part of the path through delusion. And goes straight to Patañjali’s description of the five causes of suffering. There are only five, he posits. And the first and likely most important one, because it encompasses the other four, is to mistake as true that which is false; to mistake as false that which is true; and to mistake as true or false that which is neutral. Much of the balance of his book, The Yoga Sutras are practices to learn that. And it does not include to any significant degree postures. Posture yoga is actually a form of yogic delusion not too dissimilar to what Jasun recently realised and described about Castaneda.

There are many other very subtle, perhaps even profound elements of that two hour discussion. Jasun has asked the group if he can put the discussion into a podcast. I hope he gets the go ahead for it because the discussion has the deepest level of importance about the nature of delusion because delusion knows no bounds and is always the other person’s problem! (That is, of course, until we see that the other person is looking back at us from inside that goddamned mirror.) I hesitated to include this because it came out of a private meeting. Without asking Jasun I have gone ahead and included it here because of how on point it is with my essay and because of his request to the members to share it. I’ve shared only a small part of it, and only that which is Jasun’s. And, of course, because it is such a perfect synchronicity with my examination of delusion in my responses to my being the deluded one as regards Owens.

Yes. It is possible, Jasun, that synchronicity is everywhere.

The Asshole Turns Back to ‘Reality’: An Extraordinarily Easy Challenge of Evidence: Find the Owens Lie

Since Mrs. Horsley’s piece, I have been on the hunt for evidence. SMH. As noted above, there is absolutely no way that this evidence will convince Mrs. Horsley of anything because by her having been a victim of the 5th Generation Warfare campaign that,IMO, has demonised and ickified and ewwified Candace Owens. Mrs. Horsley is a perfect embodiment, in my opinion, of the sheeple who demanded that I wear a mask and the like. Like with what Kirsch experienced there is no evidence I can supply to pierce anyone’s delusion. Why not? Because I’m deluded and that is obvious because I don’t have the authority™ to be trusted by Mrs. Horsley and because my failure is to have failed to trust Mrs. Horsley’s authority™.

We have, therefore, the old Mexican stand off. And for some reason, unlike me choosing not to argue with this particular reiteration of a pro-convidian, I am arguing with Mrs. Horsley. My sister. Why? For reasons I know not, my body has asked me to partake in this argument. Yes, Jasun, I can absolutely fucking well use muscle testing for para-politcal shite. Yes, even regards that ‘fucking give me a fucking break evil deluded grifting demon-Goddess Medusa 5th Generation schismogenofying warrior queen Candace Owens’. And, perversely I also wonder if I am embodying Paul, to some extent on your behalf, in order to stick Owens, thorn-like, into yours and my sister’s sides. Yes, I confess, perhaps Catholic-like, that I do find that a bit funny and synchronistic. I would like to think that it isn’t from a sadistic pleasure. However, by your perception of my being deluded with at least Owens, you may infer that I am not able to see the sadistic nature of my pointed humour.

And So, I End This Effort with a Simple Challenge

What follows is a long list of links to various victims of what Mrs. Horsley likely perceives as mind-fucked wackadoodles. My challenge is for each of you to pick three of the links randomly. And then with the meticulous detail Mrs. Horsley has applied to Owens’ genealogy and the like, find the evidence, the proof, that debunks we wack jobs. Yup, I am asking you to move out of your Girardian cult behaviour and/ or the first and second level matrix mental paradigms that you use to guide your conceptions of truth. To reframe yourselves into being actually curious about Owens and to really go to ground — to enter into an active crowd-sourced murder investigation that the SBI (State Bureau of Investigation) of Utah have refused to do. Be the land-made people you claim you are and move yourselves out of ideas, searches for traumas and Christ into the nuts and bolts of people privately investigating a brutal public execution.

If you do, then you will truly see the nuts and bolts of 5th Generation Mind-fuckery as the agents, whoever they are, who do not want this execution investigated. And how they have become increasingly desperate that the truth may come out because Owens has not stopped looking for the truth of it. And their desperation is growing faster than the millions they are spending on their various and variegated demonisation campaigns. (Funny. I just thought of what Trump is doing with Israel in the Middle East: spending billions on an evil war they can’t win against those whom they have declared demon spawn in a similar way that is being done against Owens.)

Anyway, the list. Not one is from the icky ewwwy demon Candace Owens because… well you know why. Occasionally she will be referenced by some of these private investigators, although not all of them.

Before you start, I proffer a couple more assholianisms: I think Mrs. Horsley will be compelled to spend more time researching the history of the investigators than the evidence or opinion they share. If Mrs. Horsley accepts this challenge I challenge her to not investigate the investigators. And I also challenge Mrs. Horsley with a glove slap across her face: if Mrs. Horsley refuses to even consider this by dismissing my challenge because all I am is a deluded wackadoodled victim of 5th Generation Warfare, her doing so provides me with near perfect proof that it is Mrs. Horsley that has been the successful target of this said warfare. Just saying. IMO, because that was exactly what was done in the time of the covid. Tag, your it!

Have fun! Or not.

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