All they want of humanity is fast food humans. Nothing more. That’s the cold, stark reality of these so-called elite controllers.
I had one of those vivid dreams recently. I rarely write about these but this one smacked me upside the head. I was visiting a rustic campground set up in the woods somewhere with a lot of Americans, seemingly living there long term while it was supposed to be a wilderness camp retreat of some sort. There was a nice central large cabin with a big meeting room, lots of rough wood in the construction and a pleasant natural setting. It was vacation like but it seemed long term. It had the atmosphere of a busy recreational lodge lobby but it wasn’t a hotel.
I was sitting there and talking to the kids there most of all, very sweet kids, and started to point out a few mechanisms they were falling for in their interactions, gently helping the kids to grasp that their social environment could be a lot different with a few tweaks and that things weren’t as they seem. Nothing radical, just common sense concepts in getting along and not being fastened to their petty thinking and shallow constructs, but it totally changed the tone in the seating section and of what was going on in this casual meeting room.
All of this was in the dream setting so it wasn’t crystal clear by any means, nor do I remember everything. As more happy kids arrived, as if going to a school of some sort in this campground, parents were milling about oblivious to what I was saying or how the kids were reacting. I soon realized that as people milled about no matter what I had said it was just lost in the overwhelming morass of shallow conventional thought and interaction in the room as it just dissipated almost immediately in the shallow banter we’re all used to witnessing.
Next I was riding some old country truck through these dirt rut-worn forest roads. They were quite dangerous, as a large commercial lumber or supply truck was almost toppling over the side of the hill in front of us on the poorly laid out roads. All of this was in a very “natural” setting that seemed nice enough, but it was all so surreal. This was apparently also a working area, not just a recreational camp of some sort. (There was nothing FEMA-ish about all this. Very casual, no guards or fences or anything. All seemingly voluntary but clearly arranged.)
In the final scene I somehow arrived on my own in front of this fancy, very modern house in a clearing in a remote part of the area, a good distance away from the denser woods and the lodge area. A corporate looking middle aged guy was in the front yard, pressed white shirt and slacks, darkly handsome, his wife somewhere in the background. I approached him with the question in my heart as to what’s going on here.
His reply, as unspoken as my inquiry, was in a vivid image with the message “We just want this.” And it was a clearly projected picture of a fast food happy meal kind of thing. Basically a hamburger and fries. That’s all they wanted the outcome to be of this vast human farm they were tending, like plantation owners raising virtual soylent green. He was like the local boss behind the scenes and was as dispassionate and corporo-business like as you can imagine.
I was so upset at this cold blooded answer it woke me up.
Vivid and True
Take dreams for what you will, but this really got me thinking. We know this to be true. They want drone workers and are doing everything in their power to bring this to pass – breaking down the human condition both physically and socially. The absolute coldness and total detachment from the remotest sense of concern I sensed reminded me of Aaron Russo’s recounting of his conversation with one of the Rockefellers who retorted regarding the mass murders to justify their plan, “What do you care? They’re not your family.”
What surfaced for me was the sense of futility I felt in retrospect in attempting to reach these entranced people. They weren’t totally brain dead, they were just fully set in their ways and not looking for anything else. They were happy, content and just going about things business as usual – whether it was in the false, society-centric training of their children, or their own meaningless same old, same old interactions. And it overwhelmed anything contrary so efficiently I was stunned.
Hamburger People and “Lovin’ It”
As you know, hamburger is ground meat – and of very questionable origins. And it’s an American favorite. It typifies the American lifestyle; fast, fried and fatty. And to have deep fried potatoes as the side dish again tells the tale. Tasty, valueless and even harmful treats.
If you think of people being reduced to hamburger that is one hell of an analogy. And that’s all they want. That’s how they view humanity. Plain and simple. The world is one huge processing plant to them without even a trace of empathy or remorse. It’s a business, and a profitable one. Every aspect of society is a meat grinder and their program is vast. And to give a sense of variety to these sleeping unsuspecting cattle they add fries to make it look like it’s a meal they’re participating in.
I suppose there are many things to be gleaned from these images, but first and foremost was a sort of sense of having been fooled into wasting time on destined-to-be-hamburger people who want it that way when all is said and done. They just kept coming, so no matter what I did it was overwhelmed, diluted and lost. My efforts seemed futile in such an environment. It may just be something I’m going through or working out at some level, but the experience was impactful.
America Today – Land of “Happy Campers”
There was hope for the kids, but they had no support for anything new they might learn. The sad, fatalist part was that sense of futility it gave me, at least in that contained environment. This working human plantation, so massive and apparently loosely controlled while the people just ambled on in this false sense of freedom, is so representative of this American sponsored mindset – not just in America, but this cancer has spread throughout the world.
These people so “encamped” in their lifestyles had in fact somehow been shunted out to some remote, stark, shallow spiritual wilderness where they could reinforce and even police each other just by their overwhelming programming. The true state of mainstream society.
It made me think we need to choose our targets wisely where we know we can do the most good, and where Truth can gain the most traction.
What was more haunting was that anyone remaining in this environment was destined to be hamburger, whether they spotted something amiss or not, the farm was the farm, and well under control. And let’s face it, anyone staying in the oven gets cooked, no matter how much they analyze or identify their encasement and what it portends.
Escape the Oven
The answer is to escape their machine in any way we can. This is largely why I moved out of the US. The pace where I am is way slower, people are less complex and appreciate the important aspects of life, and the chemical and electronic bombardment is less, while I can still reach as many as possible via the internet and personal encounters.
This dream also made me think, is it time to leave the hamburger people behind? Are these “happy campers” already hamburgers in the making, and “loving it” and allowed themselves to be unreachable? The sad reality is that even those who are aware of the program and therefore don’t think they’re hamburgers in the making are being made into hamburger if they haven’t changed their lives accordingly. That’s the depth of their program and the truth of the situation. Think of the boiling frog – it probably figured it could get out at any time but it actually started feeling more comfortable as the heat turned up. Perhaps he could smell something cooking as well?
When Americans smell hamburgers frying they go into a euphoric trance. Little do they know it’s their own hides that are getting fried.
Beware the Meatheads
Take it for what you will. For me it’s certainly something worth “wondering” about and has caused me to do some re-evaluating – who best to reach, where to channel my energies, and how. Clearly the seeds of Truth need to be scattered everywhere, but we must use consciously aware wisdom in these Orwellian circumstances as to where to direct our energies, including what and who to avoid.
It’s always good to stand back, reassess and take note.
As Morpheus so aptly said in The Matrix:
“The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. When you’re inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of people we’re trying to save, but until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand that most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will fight to protect it.”
Keep speaking the Truth and strengthening the awakened – and go where hearts and minds are receptive.
