Narrative ID masking over feared or hated reality

Narrative ID masking over feared or hated reality

 

 in response to the themes in:

Super Karen Escapes Dr. Evil

Proton Magic

A revealing & humorously framed article.

 

https://protonmagic.substack.com/p/super-karen-escapes-dr-evil/

 

I appreciate your sharing here.
I also notice that those who want to mask a mind by which to deny (their own) feared or hated reality shall find one. But who has eyes to see shall see.
Mythic or narrative identity is part of our tuning mechanism for the exploration of experience through consciousness.
The transparency of the attempt and intent to manipulate narrative belief, perception & response - in my experience and therefore in resonance with you and others - is a natural alignment in being life that releases then frame of narrative compulsive dictates that arise as part of my own personal - within the larger gestalt of the 'Shit - oops Shift - that may be for some the means to more deeply contract in masking over the movement of being for the shaped charge of the Great Psyop or Projection? But I see that only as a wish for death (in life & of it) set in some sort of dramatic meanings as 'lived experience' under frameworks of covertly operating core beliefs and definitions' aka rules.
I claim or rest in appreciation of my own fruits by recognising others are no less free to create or interpret their own personal experience of life. But that what we give energy, attention, value and identity to, become part of our own chosen meaning.
I notice the patterns of hack & hijack that runa, renders & replicates a mindset of covert separation set in judgement of a life (self, other and world) set over and set apart, and so seen separate.
Strange fruits, set us strangler -oops stranger- to ourselves.
I read of gourds staked to the ground, with a hole large enough for a monkeys hand to enter, but too small for it to retrieve while clutching a fruit (that baits the trap).
He who binds unto himself a joy, does the winged life destroy, but he who kisses the joy as it flies, lives eternity's sunrise. (Blake)
Grasping for possession and control 'make a world' by which to be dispossessed.
But in the instant of release, is a true inherence, from which to live & move and have our being.