Avatar Or Clone
In the Age of Shingo, there is a distinct way to understand the difference between a free-range avatar and those who have become system clones.
Recall when you were trapped inside the industrial education complex—the “guidance counselor” was a system clone who slotted you into positions where your suitability for a particular career was assessed, though many lost souls should have rejected this path in exchange for their own destiny.
The next question is: who, in their late teens, is supposed to understand their life purpose or destiny, especially after being thoroughly mind-controlled by government employees who are themselves brainwashed and thus system clones?
This may very well be the first elimination round—a fork in the road if you will—for those who have been led to believe a successful life means sacrificing their life in the elusive pursuit of money, in the empty hope materialism brings meaning to an otherwise empty and futile existence—it is only on the deathbed that this truth becomes clear.
Recommended by a deeply indoctrinated system clone advocating a career path where the end of the line is a golden watch, becoming a retiree is, in the end, one of the most absurd notions the free-range avatar community has ever heard or seen.
This story takes a darker turn with the mental subjugation of humanity at the post secondary level, for as we can all now plainly see, experts, graduates, PhDs, and the rest of the system’s minions are as stupified and ignorant as can possibly be—have a quick chat with these system clones to observe this recurring theme.
System clones fall into a classification zone relegated to a drab, dreary existence as minions of a strictly material life—one as barren as can be.
All die—some early, some later—this is the lot in life for those who have been chosen to exist in this material dream.
The burning question remains—will you die as a system clone in a perpetual servile state?
The quantum option is available to all who desire to move into a superposition—take your chances and play a real-life game, recognizing the innate properties of Seity as the true way.
Reframe your brain to renew your soul and feed your human spirit—choose to color your own coloring book—coloring outside the lines is perfectly fine.
Doing so inevitably leads to an enviable position for those mammals bound to Mother Earth, allowing them to take a phantasmagorical ride within the burgeoning free-range avatar community.
A distributed community covering all eight points of this exquisite orb shares a common neo-clan destiny, for this is Seity’s grand plan—invoke the Onozuto Protocol—over time, this notion becomes reality.
The static energy of the system clone is reason enough to leave—spin the wheel of destiny, for this is where life truly begins, and believe in the quest for self-actualization, as this is the way life was meant to be.
A free-range avatar or a system clone—the question remains—which one will it be?