When the "Experts" Hide the Truth: A Conversation with Johnny Vedmore

I talked to Johnny again, we went deep into the woods.

This story is about another conversation I had with Johnny Vedmore, which came out really really good—in a very different way from the earlier conversation we had about Klaus Schwab. We went waaaay into the woods! The story comes with additional philosophical thoughts that found me today. If you want to jump straight to the interview first, here it is. We talked about complex and simple truths, and about our respective journeys from pain to joy. Johnny also talked about his and Whitney’s latest work. (I am very intrigued, and I can’t wait to read.)

The thoughts that found me today

You know how sometimes in life you have an important realization, and you incorporate it into your set of lived and spoken values, and then some years pass—and you have that same realization but on a deeper level (sometimes this happens multiple times)? And the words might still be the same but to you, every time, they mean something else?

Well, right now, I am sitting with my jaw dropped after realizing yet again but in a different way just how big and basic the lie is—and how this lie-based arrangement only exists because so many of us mistake the piled up bad habits of all of us for some kind of  a fatalistic circumstance or a natural state of things.

It’s just the habits—and there is nothing natural about the state of the world we are in. In fact, the reason why both the centuries-old and the most recent propaganda are so intense is because all unnatural things require a massive investment of resources and energy to maintain. And the very disturbed individuals sitting at the top of the hill want all those resources because on the intuitive level, they know that they are feeding us an existential lie that is no more solid or stable than a house of cards.

 I am not even talking specifically about the 4IR and the Great Reset—even though the Great reset is a subset of the big lie--I am talking about the entire thing where we are supposed to be cogs in the machine, keep our heads low and our feelings suppressed, where, as children, we earn the label of “smart” by pleasing the gospel of the machine—designed by the people who have no clue about love and who don’t care about us at all. The entire sham where self-betrayal gets a temporary praise badge from the machine, and staying with your soul makes you temporarily look like a fool. That ridiculous thing.

In actuality, in the natural, real state of our world that has exists no matter whether we pay attention to it or not, life is joyful, and colorful, and full of love—yes, challenges, too, but primarily love--and yet, here we are… And all this drama, all this cruelty, all this massive pain,  all this exists because we forgot our balls and our wombs and our hearts that connect us to all the answers that we need to know. And this entire thing we live in is essentially a poorly drawn cartoon superimposed on the real reality and blocking our view of the real reality by creating immeasurable amounts of constant painful noise. Why are we putting up with this?!

And just because the illusory garden of fiction is where many choose to stay (and where the disturbed individuals on top want all of us to stay so that they can  continue eating our hearts and stealing our lives), it doesn’t meant that it is beneficial for us to allow ourselves to be imprisoned in this garden of lies.

Yes, breaking free from this emotional and mental prison may come with some initial pain of breaking through--and yes, it may feel like a crazy idea comparing to where the society is. Yes, we are poisoned from birth, and conditioned to believe that zombiehood is our fate— but in the real reality, zombies, we are not, and nave never been! It’s a lie to cover up the theft!!!

The beautiful reality underneath is real one. The spiritual powers and the nature might wait for us very patiently for a very long time because we’ve been so badly abused by the machine, and they know that we are broken and need love. But it is none the less our job to break out of this prison and remember the most important thing, the love that brought us to this beautiful mystery of being a human being on Earth. We ended up in this world because of love.

The Machine (a summary of the lie’s mechanism of action)

The entire lie depends on the availability of a large number of willing zombies, feeding it.

Therefore, teaching a trade comes with teaching a mindset—and we all learn a trade.

The reason for the indoctrination that if people come alive, the entire machine will fall apart in no time. The machine requires broken spirits in order to exist. Therefore, the awakening of the spirit is an existential threat to the machine. Therefore, as a strategy, it divides the people underneath the kings into “fuel now,” and “fuel later”— and it bribes people in the “fuel later” category into maintaining their zombiehood “by choice,” so that the immediate comfort of their existence keeps them from awakening their soul. In the meanwhile, their soul is dying, and once it dies, they are moved into the “fuel now” category of serfs. Meanwhile, the ones at the bottom are paying the immediate price,  while having very little social power or control.

But no matter how big and blinding the lie, we are not zombies, not robots, and not machines. And even the most powerful people on Earth answer to the spiritual forces and live within the constraints of the natural laws—no matter what they think.

No surrogates of “happiness” given or sold by the machine can match the natural happiness that comes from being in harmony with the natural, spiritually solid order of things. They don’t even remotely compare. And once you know what real happiness tastes like, the surrogates feel like a joke.

And everybody, sooner or later, at some point of this mysterious, endless cycle of life, finds their soul. And then possibly forgets. And then finds it again. We are beautiful people, and our love is fully real.

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PS. This one below is that same realization from around ten years ago, from the sweet and complacent old normal times that feel like a century ago.

(Thank you for your support, I depend on it)