SHACK 886 SOLDIERS CONFESSION

South China Morning Post

The terrible dilemma of a soldier or anyone who is forced to confess to a crime they did not commit or information they would not have confessed to albeit the torture was to much to bear and they confessed. 

What I am about to type may seem callous or to say the least insensitive however I trust I portray that which lies beneath the surface; bearing in mind the previous articles on the 'Official Stamp  / Authority' (SHACK 885) and previous articles of this ilk, I have with persistence and repetitive writing in order to drive home the point of its immense importance the fact that at birth and in womb experience, one is indoctrinated with feelings that have no explanation accept they are comfortable or uncomfortable and after uterus in the birth the experience is the same with wonder and facial recognition of some sorts.

This is followed by language to match the feeling which can be beguiling, bewildering and give the double blocker bind message 'words like I love you in an angry voice, or I hate you with a loving smile and voice (try this with a dog) in other words the emotional, the facial expression and body language do not match the words as generally accepted. (Masks!!!?)

Then the culture, the religion, the politics, the countries standards and general attitudes are all inculcated and this is the reality with which the soldier fights for the 'Queen, the Commonwealth and Great Britain', the oath is taken and the military insist you give nothing away even torture and death. 

On breaking down through torture, drugs, hypnosis, threats, deprivation of basic amenities one 'coughs up' and tells all.

Then it can be that the individual feels and can have serious repercussions feeling guilty, a coward, a traitor, not worthy and so on and to the point of  becoming a homeless drop out, an alcoholic or substance user, a violent thug and suicide, in fact all sorts of self incrimination. 

On close inspection one comes to the 'The Official Authoritative Stamp';Most of us have been 'taught to be who we are' 'we are copycats' 'carbon copies' with some variance and degrees of tolerance' or we rebel at the limited existence usually ending in conformity and submitting to the inculcation and being worn down by authoritative pressure.

ONCE we begin to look at the conditioning and the shock of 'not being your own person' and that you are more or less a 'production line' carbon copy of your parents, society, religion, country's ethos and so much more, one can have many reactions; a rebel, who am I and the search, the Quest, ignore it put the thoughts and uneasy feeling down, seek distractions and even become depressed, suicidal or whatever. 

May I make the point that it is only my choice as to the above and that I am at ease with one who chooses to be conditioned knowingly or to my mind programmed and unknowingly and that I make the point that as the differences between programmed persons and societies can lead to 'appreciation and tolerance' a sort of   'Vive la Differnce' it can also lead to bitter enmity and wars. Some of the most horrendous atrocities, racial genocide, racial discrimination and in this year of 2020 asylum seekers, refugee camps and all sorts of abuse.  

The soldier then confesses and they feel guilt or shame and so on and yet realising if it dawns on one of them they came in at birth birth with a clean slate (unless you believe in reincarnation, which is history repeating itself) and also repeating itself through the etching on the slate of programming which again is history repeating itself---UNLESS the individual wakes up to this etching, conditioning, brain washing, this overlay which is the programme, we are not individuals we are sheep (sheeple --human sheep) and these programmes form what we call reality.

So what is reality; selected brainwashed, programmed flesh robots who like to think and feel individual and 'can make up their own mind and no one owns me' and yet that making up of ones own mind is held in a containment field of a few choices as per their programme and they merely modify or juxtaposed pieces of their set jigsaw puzzle, and merely a make over, a cosmetic surgery at the best. 

So the soldiers were merely fighting and defending a set of programmes drummed into them from birth, following the party political indoctrination and a reality which is merely a set of deeply ingrained by repetition which appear as reality, solid and tangible but on deep reflection and meditation becomes 'just thoughts that float in the mind' and one day become like clouds that evaporate as the truth of one's being is revealed.

The real truth is that the soldier and defenders of the 'truth' and what is truth but a set of principles laid down in 'the book' in whatever the reality of the programme dictates and when the soldier wakes up to the 'non reality' of this the soldiers guilt disappears because they realise 'I was only defending a set of ideas, concepts and brainwashing which my so called enemy was doing to me===we both were and are brainwashed and so our realities are not realities but a set of thoughts and images bashed into us by our parents, religions, cults, politicians all believing their realities were and are the best and feeling secure in them by the uniform, the words, the customs, the familiarises, the flag, the slogans the seemingly concrete solid---this is me and mine====God save the Queen, King, President, America, God save US, not their God, My God.

The stark, barren truth lies bare and naked before us; all programming is not reality and by clever psychological methods one can alter ones programmes to another set. Its merely swapping one set of concepts for another and by convincing the recipient by persistence, drugs, lights and mental deprivation and disorientation methods turn 'so called realities round'  and one when realises there is no fundamental reality and only indoctrinated brainwashed programmes one wakes up to -----who am I then? is there and I at all other than some one else's thoughts and ideas that I have come to believe as me.

I feel there is something in which I will explore in SHACK 887.

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