An Eschatology Series (DEEP Fake, The Arbiter & Abaddon)

https://youtu.be/mO1iJLjXUaA 

This piece explores the phenomenon of psychological projection & parasitism prevalent within Narcissistic individuals & communities. 

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DEEP Fake

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Many have encountered the unsettling suspicion that this world... is a bit of a SHAM.

But of course, as Max Erhmann once admonished: "Despite it's sham & drudgery, it's still a beautiful world." Of course.

Nevertheless, it's important to appease the hunger of both Hounds, Heaven & Hell.

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And thus shall we begin our craven sojourn into the Belly of the Beast, whose Master rides the Whip & Leash of the Fascist World Order.

Many malformed & rabid pups have been birthed from this hermaphroditic, metaphysical Mammal.

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In this piece, we shall tickle the dark underbelly of Narcissism, picking at the throbbing, scabaceous, venal anatomy of its parasitic sucklings, known as TRICKSTER & SHAPESHIFTER, which glut themselves upon the blood of TRUE nobles.

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If one takes a TRUE gander at the cesspool that is IN-humanity, one may notice a surplus of seeming identity diffusion going on.

And this form of vampirism, my comrades, is of the PSYCHO-SPIRITUAL variance, the likes of which, would make SATAN HIMSELF chortle in embarrassment: "At least I OWN MYSELF."

Nevertheless, the Dark One must make due with the mortal vessels at his disposal.

But all in all, they seem to be getting the job done, right?

EFFICIENCY IS KING.

But I digress.

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Humanity has always mistaken its Spirit for Flesh & Flesh for its Spirit.

That is to say, things can get quite hairy if one MINDS THE FLESH before TAMING one's SPIRIT.

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Things have also gotten hairy due to so many mortal vessels attempting the FRAUD & FORGERY of Body & Spirit CHECKS.

After all, the careful refinement & curation of a human Soul is a PAINSTAKING process.

The Lord moves in both mysterious & GRADUALISTIC ways.

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An organismic & authentic evolution is favoured by NONE, yet still CHOSEN by some.

Just don't expect a Nash Equilibrium to be breached any time soon.

Which brings us to the malodorous teat of the subject at hand: NARCISSISM & IDENTITY THEFT.

But, dear comrades, you can only WISH that this involves your mere CREDIT SCORE.

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After all, one learns very quickly, if one is 'showing up to class', that DUE CREDIT is doled out very PENURIOUSLY for the RIGHT THINGS, and lavishly for all of the WRONG THINGS.

But, my world-weary travelers... DESPAIR NOT.

This is a FEATURE of THE BUG whose entomology we CAN study, with a morphology we can DISSECT.

It's another creature of EPHEMERA, too- just like ME & YOU.

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That said, the dissection of Good & Evil themselves can be attempted with mere MENTAL INSTRUMENTS.

But the vessels thereof? 

FULL VIVISECTION- systematically & throughout the woefully harrowing yet banal tenure of this LIFE, that is.

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This here cogitative regurgitance is JUST THAT: 

Most likely observations on human depravity & ignominy that have already been recorded within the annals.

However, I can perhaps offer something 'new' to the one or ones reading it NOW in this particular Heraclitean stream of consciousness.

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Next up... How DEEP fakes pretend to be YOU, while convincing you that you are THEM.

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Under the BLITZ & HAMMER of Get-Your-Jolly-Wood, the DEAD carpet rolls out.

Out from hearses moonlighting as limousines, the GHOULS rush in.

Some slither, some slink. Some in suits, some in mink.

With zombified mien, ALL is in vain.

The future's so dim, the nip-tucks are grim.

"And don't forget to get your bi-annual anal wax & bleach." the BADministrators preach.

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Now, the Camera OBSCURA & MASQUERADE.

The World Stage is set, with CELESTIAL attendees duly monocled.

Keep your THIRD EYE PEELED.

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The PROJECTOR is calibrated with baited DEATH.

You are ME & I am YOU.

Thine essence distilled, is why I KILLED.

I am NOTHING without YOU.

Because, dearest receptacle of my MORBID ENVY- You...are quite SOMETHING.

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But lest you discover my pitiable little secret...

A malicious mechanism of Goldbergian splendour & dazzling array, shall I convey.

For what you have rightfully EARNED, I petulantly & UNmeritoriously DEMAND.

Then... with moot but brute force, I begin the SIPHONING, like an astronomical body of diminutive density but unyielding INERTIAL MASS.

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And whenever my field is entered, & the EVENT HORIZON looms nigh, prepare for strange Saturnalian anomalies & distortions of MINDSCAPE.

For this is the story of how devils are recast as SAINTS, & HEROES are denigrated as DUPES.

And all this WITHOUT the Express & Smitten consent of targeted SELF-DIRECTORS.

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For I covet not, idols of Wood, Metal or Stone, but the choicest morsels of SPIRIT ALONE.

After all, my Dark Lord wants your SOUL, not your body- & so do I.

But I'm different, because I crave not just to triangulate your CASTLING with a quick Boden's Mate battery- I want to INHABIT YOU.

ME for you, & YOU for Me.

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Thus, are my mechanisms of DISastral projection engaged & deployed.

And soon enough, your INMOST TREASURES are systematically plundered & PILLAGED with the dexterous aplomb of a HEART-LOCKsmith.

Up becomes down, & down becomes up, when there is nothing there to FILL MY CUP.

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You see, I could take up the cross of my own JOURNEYMAN, & learn MASTERY, but I choose TRICKS instead.

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Where you possess lucidity of CHARITABLE INTENT, I obfuscate with HATE.

Where you possess PERSPICACITY & DISCERNMENT, I visit upon you parasomnias, where quantum goblins frighten & torment with FALSE AWAKENINGS, SLEEP PARALYSIS & IDENTITY FRAGMENTATION & DISSIPATION.

Where you possess somatic pulchritude, I wear you down in body, mind & spirit to effect upon your demeanor & visage, telomeric contractions of PROGERIAN PROPORTION.

And this, all to 'prove' how UNDESIRABLE you are.

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I seek your slow, demoralizing TRANSMOGRIFICATION, from the outside-in.

I am DETERMINED to fashion you into the monster that I ACTUALLY AM, as Dr. Frankenstein crawls in his skin, with abject CHAGRIN.

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Yet what I hope that you'll never catch onto... is how to BREAK FREE & DEFEAT ME.

Yet this is an alchemical formulation which I have unwittingly been revealing to you ALL ALONG.

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For here is the ULTIMATE blaring horn in my side: In the END OF ALL ENDS, even ZERO POINT ENERGY shall continue to teem with more substance than I- despite my best WORST efforts.

And what is this formula for my defeat? The antidote to my toxin?

My dear Captor, it is that you were ALREADY the VICTOR.

You were ALREADY PURE.

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That is WHY I sought you with a Manichean momentum which bid that transcendentally anarchist German philosopher to nigh RESURRECT.

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You see... I was never your ENEMY.

After all, mustn’t a TRUE ENEMY also be a PEER? A CO-EQUAL?

An UNHOLY TRINITY indeed, we would be.

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You see... I was defeated from the OUTSET.

In actuality, YOU provided an employment of my psychosomata in the most DIGNIFIED & EXHULTANT way, despite my own depraved & ADVERSARIAL stance.

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Yes, in the end, even the DARKNESS serves the LIGHT.

All beings DIVINE must first descend to HADES.

And your final coup, is that you can someday ASCEND.

My reward has been paid in full, for I was but a TOOL.

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 -Valerie Lynn Stephens (December 2025)