Masks??

It’s time to talk about masks.

Masks. WOW! These things were always meant to be a joke from the start, right? I put this topic of discussion off for about two years, but I can no longer let it slide off my table of things to bring up with my followers.

Let me just say straight out that face masks are without the slightest doubt definitely not the things that are going to save us from “Covid-19,” any virus, or anything else for that matter. 100% guaranteed, they will only serve to perpetuate dysfunction, paranoia, discrimination, and even poor health in our already feeble communities.

Here’s why.

Sure, masks may end up aiding a fraction of a fraction of a percentage of people who have convinced themselves that they work and are in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, for the most part, face masks will only get you sicker than you already are, as well as completely freak out the probable weak person next to you. I totally mean it! We didn’t grow up this way in America, and it is an extreme detriment to society because we are inadvertently exacerbating the lie that everyone is sick around us.

This is just simply not true.

Let me put this as succinctly as possible. And I can promise to you all that there is not a single milligram of blood in my body that supports the new Trumpian wing of assault on humanity. Nor the current administration of disinformation upon our cultures. But the only reason anyone anywhere would ever wear a mask is either because they are or were an indentured slave in a farm, or because they are desperately terrified for their lives for some unexplainable reason.

There really is nothing to be terrified of. Why? Keep reading.

Here is a simple fact of life: any type of face mask, no matter what grade or price, whether surgical or cosmetic, will never protect you from anything, especially yourself. In fact, face masks may greatly increase the chances that the wearer will become infected from any virus that may be running rampant across societies.

Here is your proof.

Firstly, if masks actually worked in protecting people from the coronavirus, nobody in China, where everyone is forced to wear a mask, would still be infected from it more than two years later, especially when they have had “effective” vaccines for more than a year, now. Just use your brain and think for yourself about this for just a few seconds. You’re welcome.

Secondly, wearing masks greatly increases the chances of you getting Covid-19 because their only proven, deliberate function is to spread bacteria all around your face as you flip them up and down from it! Yes, for real! There is no offence meant here, but if you wear a mask regularly and haven’t realized this fact by this point, you may as well take a pistol loaded with bullets, aim the thing to your temple, and pull the trigger.

Thirdly, face-mask culture induces and makes prolific in our culture that was already rife with paranoia, ultimate, extreme paranoia. We, as “legitimate” cultures around the world, are now generally more terrified than ever before about dying from a virus that has literally only killed 0.3% of our population* while wearing masks. You should ask yourself, now that we are wearing masks, why is it that we feel less safe instead of more safe? Come on, people! The easy answer is that masks don’t work and were never meant to function as a safety feature to protect against viruses, or anything for that matter. Need more proof? Everyone in China wears masks, yet there are still outbreaks of coronavirus there in March 2022, more than two years of everyone wearing masks there, and being vaccinated!

We readers of Dark Esoterika now all already know for certain at this point that the best defense against viruses and propaganda alike is to think for ourselves, meaning we must not listen to anybody or anything else except our own logical reasoning (because they are lying to us), and we must ignore absolutely everything else. Those are the only tactics that will aid us in this brutal war of deception against our own people other than the following.

Finally, we come again to Mind Over Matter. And this is wholeheartedly, absolutely the Real Truth, here. Simply put, in situations where the basic mass of public is in stress over plague, a great majority of those who belive they will survive, simply because they’ve convinced themselves that they can, will end up surviving, whereas those that have convinced themselves that they will die, for any reason, most likely will die. This is because the human Mind’s processed, meditated perceptions are much stronger than any new, shady, corrupt information that is attempting to penatrate it.

AMEN! My friends, there is absolutely no reason to wear a face mask at any time. You will survive strong without one — I guarantee it. -MIKE EYE

* Do the math yourself: if there are about 333,000,000 people in our country of America, and approximately 1,000,000 have died of Covid-19, then that is about only 0.3% of the population. Nothing to get frenzied about.

P.S. Let’s say you don’t believe me, and you still feel like you have to wear a mask everywhere you go. Well you obviously haven’t considered the following. Okay, let’s assume that you’re wearing a mask and someone who’s totally infected beside you sneezes, Covid-19 flies into your direction, and your mask somehow manages to block the coronavirus by catching it on its edge instead of hitting your mouth or nose. So, then do you really want to walk around with coronavirus attached to your mask as you talk to people and flip it up and around your face? Yah, I didn’t think so!

P.P.S. One more thing. You may be wondering, with all the controversy over masks: why have scientists not conducted any clinical trials yet to prove without any doubt that masks work to protect people from viruses? The answer is that these scientists have conducted these trials, and their results did not turn out in their favor! The reason the scientists can’t expose the truth of these trials to the public is that they have wasted billions of dollars on mask propaganda already for the past two years, and they don’t want to generate additional fear into the public anymore than there is already, not to mention it would delegitimize their otherwise respectable institutions if this truth ever got out.

P.P.P.S. This article is not what I “believe.” It is my intuition of reality; the content herein has absolutely nothing to do with my personal opinion. And the reality is that wearing a face mask for a prolonged period of time greatly lowers your immunity; you can’t wear a mask for two years, suddenly take it off, and then expect everything is going to be fine — it won’t be. If you’re currently wearing a mask, you need to keep it on for the rest of your life in order for it to continue to be effective. Once you take your mask off, your immunity will become much lower than it was before you ever put it on; this is a major reason for never putting it on in the first place. Similarly, if you’ve been vaccinated, you need to continue to get booster shots every four months for the rest of your life if you want your immunity to stay strong. If you miss a single dose, your immunity will then become lower than it was before you ever got vaccinated. For this reason, no one should be getting vaccinated, except the severely immunocompromised, and those dying of cancer.

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The Future is Now

The Future does not discriminate; no one will be saved from the Future completely, physically intact. At least not in the way we are now. Not even those few like us who think for ourselves. But, unlike the vast majority of the population, we who Truly think for ourselves will at least finally have a clear Vision of the Truth before we die. And I can promise you that we who have that Last True Vision will have our Souls brought to a more Mindful place than everyone else, on a Higher level than ever before.

We are not elitist. We are Outcasts. No one has ever taken us seriously. But we Know the Truth because we are not influenced by anything we see or read anywhere other than recognizing that these were statements made by other people, not us. They are worth considering, but are, for all intents and purposes, meaningless. To think for ourselves, we need to experience reality first-hand in all situations, at all times. Someone else’s Word is only just that — someone else’s Word. It is not in any way our Word.

At this critical juncture in time, we overly analytical people of the world who value more than anything else Truly thinking for ourselves, realize one simple thing above all else: the sad, horrifying truth is that the amalgamation of all world politics, religion, media, and institutions have been, through an excruciatingly slow, grueling method, via higher elemental, cosmic manipulation, purposefully conglomerating into a supreme demonic energy, in an effort to bring down all world cultures without the people of those cultures realizing what brought them down.

That’s what always happens.

The deception of this is what is demonic. But believe it or not, the Apocalypse will not be. The Apocalypse, like all others of each Age before this one, is supposed to happen every so often; they are as natural to this Earth as you and I am, and how we relate to it. The manners in which they happen are the topic of discussion here.

This is a major reason why there must never be any divine intervention at any time, and especially not during an Apocalypse; things must be allowed to naturally take their courses on their own. I have never understood when otherwise intelligent individuals who think for themselves question some god or entity as to why they “aren’t coming to save us.” The entities are there. They just can’t save us. Or rather, they won’t. And this is not a bad thing. You See, the purpose of life is for we human beings to Observe and Imagine the God that we always Knew we were, even before we were born into these bodies, to organically and mindfully reconnect the dots into our higher selves. If the gods were to intervene during our human lives on Earth, none of us would ever be able to accomplish this, our main tasks on this planet, and safely land back on the other side. Not to mention, we would then be even more horrified and confused than before. In addition to allowing the enrichments of the personal successes of our lives to fully absorb into our consciousnesses, if we are finally able to see things for how they Truly are before our bodies die, then the true purposes of our current lives on Earth will have been met.

Let me put this bluntly. And it may seem counterintuitive at first. But the first step in figuring out how things Truly are on our planet is to fully realize that, given the ways things are ultimately supposed to be, and especially with today’s deliberate disinformation campaigns on the internet, there is absolutely no possible way for any human being, no matter who we are or where we’re located, to completely Know exactly what is going on in our world. Deductive reasoning isn’t as effective when so much propaganda is out there. It is not worth trying to figure out what is and isn’t True in the content of online news articles, no matter what the source; they are not even worth reading. And even though there are some decent printed news articles that may be worth reading just to see what people are actually choosing to believe, they are often too rife with slanted views and warped syntax to be taken at face value. Even videos can be “deepfaked,” but that also doesn’t mean we should automatically assume they aren’t real. Again, it is impossible for anyone to Know everything that is really happening in our world, no matter what we tell ourselves. But, once we accept this fact, fill in the blanks by thinking for ourselves — meaning, getting out there and experiencing life in person while thinking critically and reading books printed before the internet went online — and then prepare to die, we will then have the possibility to gain a Vision of the Real Truth for what It is as we die out of our bodies, accepting this death. And those reading this article already Know this fact, like I do, simply because it has happened to us before.

But, what’s the point, we may ask, if we are then dead once we finally know the Truth? You See, our lives can be fun and enriching and wonderful as we help each other think for ourselves throughout them. But, believe it or not, we are all still living on a very undeveloped, inhumane planet that does not ultimately serve any of our basic, natural interests. This is the reason those who live closest to nature think of many generations down the line, whereas those stuck in constructs of societies think only of the current one. Well-knit indigenous tribal cultures are in fact, and always have been, by far the most advanced cultures of the world; they help advance the well-functioning aspects of it much better and faster than any other culture. It is too bad they are practically extinct. When we live close to nature and keep this in mind, we will have a better chance of remembering this fact when we are reborn.

The Future may be Now. But it is just the Past of our next Future. “The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.” When we come back next time, we will be genetically enhanced if and only if we were able to overcome being duped about our human reality during this run of our lives. And the only way to do that is to think for ourselves and not let others think for us. Our genes all have the possibility to be reborn again into future humans into a new Earth, even when everything gets completely wiped out. How do we know for sure? Well, when we analyze the Sciences of Earth very deeply, we truly get a sense of how life behaves by way of death, and vice versa. Wonderful ecosystems could never thrive so beautifuly and complexly if death wasn’t also intermingled with the lives of the different plants and animals on it. If we didn’t die, our human lives would be meaningless. The main reason History repeats itself is because practically no one ever lives long enough to remember what actually happened, and the written History of our world has never been accurate, even before the internet ever existed.

This is why we must constantly, critically think for ourselves at all times. Everything we are exposed to online and via TV must be taken with a grain of salt, especially during wartime. Are there still people in the world who don’t at all use social media except WordPress, or don’t use cell phones or have cable or stream programs? You bet your ass there are! I am one of them. I digest printed books and published e-books exclusively. Sure, it leaves me feeling a bit lonely. But I can guarantee you that I am not in the slightest bit confused about a single thing in my life. I am ready to Ascend to the next level. Are you? -MIKE EYE


One should not necessarily take to heart everything that is read online, including this article. But these Words do Truly come from my heart. Here are a bunch of recent photos of my dog Frankie and Eye. Peace to all of you! Love, Mike Eye.

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A 2022 Check-In; Waking Up To What We Predicted.

I understand that my views are not popular, but for those few followers I have on WordPress who may be interested in my take on all this political bullshit that has come to light, here goes. I’ll keep this one simple in order to stay out of the highlights of political trends, because, unlike the “social” norm (which isn’t the least bit social), I have little regard for what “everyone else” is talking about.

First of all, political parties are, were, and always will be only as trustworthy to its members as the Mafia or pimps of prostitutes; meaning that they can be incredibly trustworthy at times to them, but times are always changing with the culture, which is now run by the internet, which has in turn been hijacked by disinformation and even downright lies which even sometimes double as “fact-check sites,” so we can then logically conclude that they are at least mostly NOT based on facts.

The main thing that is going on now in America is that leading Communists (yes, I said Communists), like trump and his Russian cronies (the association of which is a REAL THING, not an anti-propaganda campaign) erroneously assume that “Socialism,” which they are deathly afraid of, is virtually identical to what they believe to be Communism (which is NOT the case here in the U.S.). Thus, in their hijacked minds, the only way to fight “Socialism” is to convert Capitalists into Fascists, which is working exceedingly well. At the same time, whether conscious of it or not, they are attempting to FOOL U.S. citizens into believing that Communism is actually Fascism (which has also proved an incredibly easy thing to do). And, since Congress has an identical social dynamic to high school cliques, most Republicans in office, like high school students, therefore also fear rejection and Socialism just as trump and the Russians do, who are in fact Communist, not Fascist.

The fact is that, in his distorted mind, trump actually believes that he is Fascist, pretending to be Capitalist, but in reality, is truly Communist. A new kind of corrupt Communist, for sure, but Communist, nevertheless. THAT is why this whole thing is so damn confusing. Not to mention he has exposed his wanna-be Fascist, fake Capitalist, Communist followers for what they truly are.

Of course, it’s a bit more convoluted than that, but in keeping things as straightforward and truthful as possible, it really is as simple as that.

If you think about it this way, it all makes perfect sense. You just need to think for yourself in order to realize it.

My main message here to my readers is to never fall into a mold, no matter how gung-ho you are about any attractive ideology, because, if you do, the rapid changes in our culture will soon come back to bite you in the ass. Be progressive while also being proactive because “progression” is now expanding at an exponential rate, due to the elemental entity that has taken over, which we ultimately have little to no control over.

The absolute best thing anyone reading this can do in my opinion to better the state of affairs today is to continue to stay true to what you learned reading real books before the internet was declassified from the military in 1990, and during the 90s before the internet was what it is today. If you’re Gen-Z, read your parents’ and family members’ physical books. Actually LISTEN to and read along with the lyrics of Rage Against the Machine as you listen. They couldn’t be more relevant today. Try to be nice to the people you thought you related to, and if they are not responsive, leave them alone for now, as difficult as it may be. And never, never let anyone or anything convince you that you are wrong about your convictions. Because you are not. Mass Peace. -MIKE EYE

Frankie and Eye at the Park this Fall.

Unique, Artful Fans of Perpetual Super-Life on Our Earth Everlasting, Please Join Me NOW in Tuning Your Minds to the 13:20 Harmonic Module!

Okay! We are now well submerged within the Dark Murk of the oversaturated, hyper-imposed back-streams of bio-psychic toxic waste left in the cybernetic Wake of the numerous warring factions’ competition for ultimate control in multimedia disinformation campaigns on this sad, sad thing we call the internet. Now, we separate, truly independently-minded Indigo Children of Generations X, Y, & Z (about 0.008% of the remaining original 12-Tribe population of the 3rd Seeding through Amenti) are left treading against this brutally bitter Kold Kurrent of Khaos amid Kovid, our enthusiastic devotion to making a perfect landing on the Other Side conjuring up archaic creative energy that is now factoring to a Spark, by Time, and currently bringing about our new, wonderful, and psycho-harmonic Peaceful future of divine utopian alignment into the present light.

Eye ask all you relentless truth-seeking Readers of Dark Esoterika now a question through the Throat Chakra. Alas, this will reach your present Conscious Mind through Wyrds derived of the Solar Logos Seen by your Eyes instead of Heard by your Ears, and be projected through the technosphere on the cybernet to be read by You high, spiritual WordPress readers and bloggers aiming to connect to like-minded intellectual individuals of the modern world who are working to make a positive difference in the new psychozoic æra of the Noosphere, made miraculously manifest Now!

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All we need is 144,000 Indigos in the Field activating their Flame NOW with at least 4 or more strands of consciously-assembled DNA reclaimed by symbol Light Codes of coincided Sacred Geometry at the relevant coordinates of Gaia. I.E. if you have the slightest klue as to what I’m talkin’ about, get the fuck out there and start doing the final intended Wyrk!

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Please Like & Comment now on this here post to let me know you guys are IN with getting Mindful of the telepathic frequencies streaming to us from Sirius B-52 via the GM108X Galactic Mayan Mind Stream. We People of OMA [Original Matrix Attained*] are Mindfully now constructing and illuminating the circumpolar rainbow bridge of the Noosphere!

Again, who’s with me!? This is a roll call! State your name and location below! Mass Peace, everybody. -MIKE EYE / ☠ darkesoterika.com

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The Wonderful Uses of Literary Devices

Literary Devices can make the words of a novel pop up into your head as if you were watching a 3D movie. They can be amazing when well used. Coupled with your imagination, there are no limits to how Literary Devices can enhance the content of a story and make it come alive for you with ultra-realistic fervor. We will eventually discuss some basic applications of Literary Devices in future posts, with examples. As for now, consider this list of the Literary Devices we have at our disposal, and see how many you know already: -MIKE EYE

A

  • Accumulation
  • Acrostic
  • Active Voice
  • Ad Hominem
  • Adage
  • Adynaton
  • Allegory
  • Alliteration
  • Allusion
  • Ambiguity
  • Amplification
  • Anachronism
  • Anacoluthon
  • Anadiplosis
  • Anagnorisis
  • Anagram
  • Analogy
  • Analytical Essay
  • Anapest
  • Anaphora
  • Anecdote
  • Antagonist
  • Antanaclasis
  • Antecedent
  • Anthimeria
  • Anthology
  • Anthropomorphism
  • Anti-Climax
  • Anti-Hero
  • Antimetabole
  • Antiphrasis
  • Antistrophe
  • Antithesis
  • Aphorism
  • Aphorismus
  • Aporia
  • Aposiopesis
  • Apostrophe
  • Appositive
  • Archaism
  • Archetype
  • Argument
  • Argumentative Essay
  • Aside
  • Assertion
  • Assonance
  • Asyndeton
  • Atmosphere
  • Attitude
  • Audience
  • Auditory Imagery
  • Autobiography

B

  • Balanced Sentence
  • Ballad
  • Bandwagon
  • Bathos
  • Bias
  • Bildungsroman
  • Biography
  • Black Humor
  • Blank Verse

C

  • Cacophony
  • Cadence
  • Caesura
  • Canon
  • Canto
  • Caricature
  • Catachresis
  • Catalog
  • Catastrophe
  • Catharsis
  • Cause and Effect Essay
  • Character
  • Characterization
  • Chiasmus
  • Circumlocution
  • Claim
  • Cliché
  • Cliffhanger
  • Climax
  • Coherence
  • Colloquialism
  • Comedy
  • Comic Relief
  • Comparatives
  • Comparison
  • Comparison and Contrast Essay
  • Conceit
  • Concession
  • Conflict
  • Connotation
  • Consonance
  • Context
  • Contrast
  • Couplet
  • Critical Essay
  • Critique
  • Cumulative Sentence

D

  • Dactyl
  • Deductive Reasoning
  • Denotation
  • Denouement
  • Deus Ex Machina
  • Diacope
  • Dialect
  • Dialogue
  • Diatribe
  • Dichotomy
  • Diction
  • Didacticism
  • Digression
  • Dilemma
  • Direct Characterization
  • Discourse
  • Dissonance
  • Distortion
  • Doppelganger
  • Double Entendre
  • Drama
  • Dramatic Irony
  • Dramatic Monologue
  • Dynamic Character
  • Dysphemism
  • Dystopia

E

  • Elegy
  • Elision
  • Ellipsis
  • End Rhyme
  • End-Stopped Line
  • Enjambment
  • Enthymeme
  • Enumeration
  • Epic
  • Epigram
  • Epigraph
  • Epilogue
  • Epiphany
  • Epiphora
  • Epistle
  • Epistolary
  • Epistrophe
  • Epitaph
  • Epithet
  • Epizeuxis
  • Eponym
  • Eristic
  • Essay
  • Ethos
  • Eulogy
  • Euphemism
  • Euphony
  • Evidence
  • Exact Rhyme
  • Exaggeration
  • Exemplum
  • Existentialism
  • Expletive
  • Explication
  • Explicatory Essay
  • Exposition
  • Expository Essay
  • Extended Metaphor
  • External Conflict
  • Eye Rhyme

F

  • Fable
  • Fairy Tale
  • Fallacy
  • Falling Action
  • Fantasy
  • Farce
  • Feminine Rhyme
  • Fiction
  • Figurative Language
  • Figure of Speech
  • Flash-Forward
  • Flashback
  • Flat Character
  • Foil
  • Folklore
  • Foot
  • Foreshadowing
  • Frame Story
  • Free Verse

G

  • Genre

H

  • Haiku
  • Half Rhyme
  • Hamartia
  • Hero
  • Homily
  • Homograph
  • Homophone
  • Hook
  • Hubris
  • Humor
  • Hyperbaton
  • Hyperbole
  • Hypophora
  • Hypotaxis
  • Hypothetical Question

I

  • Iamb
  • Iambic Pentameter
  • Idiom
  • Illusion
  • Imagery
  • Imperative Sentence
  • Implied Metaphor
  • In Medias Res
  • Inciting Incident
  • Induction
  • Inference
  • Innuendo
  • Internal Rhyme
  • Intertextuality
  • Invective
  • Inversion
  • Irony
  • Isocolon

J

  • Jargon
  • Juxtaposition

K

  • Kenning
  • Kinesthesia

L

  • Lampoon
  • Legend
  • Limerick
  • Line Break
  • Litotes
  • Logos
  • Lyric
  • Lyric Poem

M

  • Main Idea
  • Malapropism
  • Maxim
  • Meiosis
  • Melodrama
  • Memoir
  • Metalepsis
  • Metaphor
  • Metaphysical
  • Meter
  • Metonymy
  • Monologue
  • Mood
  • Moral
  • Motif
  • Motivation
  • Myth

N

  • Narrative
  • Narrative Poem
  • Naturalism
  • Nemesis
  • Neologism
  • Non Sequitur
  • Nostalgia
  • Novel
  • Novella

O

  • Octave
  • Ode
  • Omniscient
  • Onomatopoeia
  • Ordinal Number
  • Overstatement
  • Oxymoron

P

  • Pacing
  • Palindrome
  • Parable
  • Paradox
  • Paralipsis
  • Parallel Structure
  • Parallelism
  • Paraphrase
  • Paraprosdokian
  • Parataxis
  • Parenthesis
  • Parody
  • Paronomasia
  • Parrhesia
  • Passive Voice
  • Pastiche
  • Pathetic Fallacy
  • Pathos
  • Pedantic
  • Pentameter
  • Periphrasis
  • Persona
  • Personification
  • Perspective
  • Persuasion
  • Persuasive Essay
  • Play
  • Pleonasm
  • Plot
  • Poem
  • Poetic Justice
  • Point of View
  • Polyptoton
  • Polysyndeton
  • Portmanteau
  • Procatalepsis
  • Process Essay
  • Prologue
  • Propaganda
  • Prose
  • Prosody
  • Prosthesis
  • Protagonist
  • Proverb
  • Pun

Q

  • Quatrain

R

  • Realism
  • Rebuttal
  • Red Herring
  • Reductio ad Absurdum
  • Refrain
  • Refutation
  • Repetition
  • Resolution
  • Rhetoric
  • Rhetorical Devices
  • Rhetorical Question
  • Rhyme
  • Rhyme Scheme
  • Rhythm
  • Riddle
  • Rising Action
  • Romance
  • Romanticism
  • Round Character
  • Run-On Sentence

S

  • Sarcasm
  • Satire
  • Scansion
  • Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
  • Semantic
  • Sensory Language
  • Sesquipedalian
  • Sestet
  • Sestina
  • Setting
  • Short Story
  • Sibilance
  • Simile
  • Simple Paragraph
  • Situational Irony
  • Slang
  • Snark
  • Solecism
  • Soliloquy
  • Sonnet
  • Sound Devices
  • Speaker
  • Spondee
  • Stanza
  • Static Character
  • Straw Man
  • Stream of Consciousness
  • Style
  • Subjective
  • Subplot
  • Superlative
  • Surrealism
  • Suspense
  • Syllogism
  • Symbolism
  • Syncope
  • Synecdoche
  • Synesis
  • Synesthesia
  • Syntax

T

  • Tautology
  • Tercet
  • Theme
  • Thesis
  • Tmesis
  • Tone
  • Tragedy
  • Tragic Flaw
  • Tragic Hero
  • Tragicomedy
  • Transition
  • Tricolon
  • Trimeter
  • Trochaic
  • Trope
  • Truism

U

  • Understatement
  • Undertone
  • Utopia

V

  • Verbal Irony
  • Verisimilitude
  • Vernacular
  • Verse
  • Vignette
  • Villanelle
  • Voice
  • Volta

W

  • Wit

Z

  • Zeugma
  • Zoomorphism

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit F.

More sick The Last of Us Part II shots of mine. This was an incredibly enjoyable, totally epic, realistic video game, and was a complete thrill to play! And the gameplay is tight and smooth. This game also features some of the best graphics I’ve seen on the PS4, and I will be uploading prime screenshots from this game soon. I’ve noticed the uploads of HD videos on WordPress dramatically reduce the quality, so I would recommend you either download or ask me for copies of the original — Thanx!

EYE SERIOUSLY APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU ALL, SUPPORTERS OF DARK ESOTERIKA, AND THE SECOND PART OF MY SEQUEL TO THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION WILL BE BLOGGED & PUBLISHED SOON! -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit E.

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Here are some seriously intense video clips from The Last of Us Part II played by yours truly as Abby of the WLF faction. The Wolves have been competing with the Seraphites for control of Seattle in a post-pandemic, post-apocalyptic world; all of the police have either been killed or joined the Wolves. But when Abby is almost hung and gutted by the religious Seraphites, she is saved by a young boy Lev, and his sister, who had been ousted by the Seraphites, and the leader of the Wolves soon catches Abby affiliating herself with the “Scars,” as the Wolves call them. With Lev now a resented apostate, and Abby forced to defect from the Wolves, she and Lev eventually travel to Santa Barbara where the remnants of the Fireflies are supposed to be located, after Ellie kills Abby’s friends in anger over Ellie’s horrible loss of Joel. -MIKE EYE

PS. There will be one more post of cool videos from The Last of Us Part II coming up!

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit D.

Getting behind the guns and huge arms of Joel’s killer, Abby, from The Last of Us Part II, gives the player different weapons and techniques, and allows you to also get inside the head of one of the game’s most brutal antagonists. Yes, she has a story of her own, and is actually a high-ranking member of Seattle’s Washington Liberation Front (WLF) who’s life gets saved by dissident ex-members of the primitive Seraphite faction, and ends up becoming a post-apocalyptic rogue outcast herself. Enjoy these short, badass video clips! -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit C.

Here are more totally badass video clips of me tactically slaying vicious, poor cordycepts-controlled zombies in The Last of Us Part II as the passionate and vengeful young Ellie, on a mission to bring down Abby. This very well-made game was incredibly fun and exciting to play, and I hope my blog readers of Dark Esoterika have fun watching these PS4 clips of my Last of Us Part II highlight reel! You’re Welcome! 😜 -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit B.

Now, here are some of my short, exciting, scary and wonderful video highlights as Ellie from The Last of Us II, exploring Seattle and taking out various stages of the cordycepts-infected as well as uninfected enemy faction members. I will make another post after this one featuring more videos of my high achievements with Ellie, and then make a few posts with videos of me as Abby, who is stronger and even better equipped to deal with zombies than Ellie is. Enjoy! -MIKE EYE

MY [LAST OF US PART II] VIDEO GAMEPLAY SHOWCASE, Exhibit A.

After having had a blast playing through the highly anticipated PS4 game multiple times, and after reviewing and editing my personal video clips from it, I am now ready to showcase my Last of Us II big survival action highlight videos for the world to see!

For those who were unaware, this action survival game sequel is the second installment in another highly emotional, yet also grisly, and most thrilling adventure that takes place in a post-pandemic, post-apocalyptic United States where most people have either died or have transmuted into various stages of sneaky, vicious feral zombies, due to the Outbreak of a cordycepts brain infection that has wiped out most of the world’s population. The last non-infected survivors of the US eventually dismantle all law-enforcement and split into separate warring factions that patrol the now destroyed and empty lands for supplies or other survivors.

In the first game, 14-year old Ellie, seemingly the only survivor to be naturally immune to the virus, was being trafficked by members of the Fireflies faction across the country to be used, and then killed, to make a vaccine to the cordycepts. But Joel, the man charged with taking her on this trek to the Fireflies hospital base for the operation, was not about to let that happen once he found out it would kill her; not after the powerful bond they had made on their journey there, and how much Ellie reminded him of his own daughter, who had been tragically killed by quarantine zone feds.

In the second game, Joel is killed for being the one to ruin any chance of there being a vaccine for the virus, and Ellie, severely emotionally distraught after witnessing his brutal murder, goes on a quest for revenge to take out Joel’s killer, Abby, of the WLF faction, who’s father was the doctor to perform Ellie’s operation in the first game, and was killed by Joel to save Ellie’s life. As a player, you get to control Joel, Ellie, and Abby at different times throughout the game. The bond Ellie and Joel make over the years is extraordinarily adorable and incredibly powerful, and it is so wonderful to be a part of it as a player. This special bond has also become beloved among countless Last of Us fans around the world, and has even spawned a TV show based on the game on HBO that is already amassing fans.

I’ll begin my Last of Us II showcase with this first post, not of me stealthily evading and taking down infected zombies yet, but of a cut-scene of a flashback from when Joel thoughtfully takes Ellie to a science and nature museum for her birthday. Remember, these are post-apocalyptic times in a fictional US, and there is nobody around and nothing to do anymore. -MIKE EYE

A special birthday for Ellie.

MY PERSONAL GOD OF WAR PS4 SCREENSHOTS! WHAT A SUPERB, ENGROSSING EPIC FANTASY GAME!

The seventh, most amazing installment of the popular action-adventure series finds Kratos, the God of War, with a new young son in Midgard, one of the Nine Realms of Norse myth.

Throughout their adventures, the battle-hardened monster-slayer and his son Atreus use newly-given magic to operate the World Tree to travel the realms, as they attempt to activate the Gate from Midgard that leads to the realms’ tallest peak in Jotenheim to spread the ashes of their late wife and mother. Allying themselves with two highly skilled Dwarven brother blacksmiths as well as the Witch of the Woods, Freya, Kratos and his son receive protection and advice that greatly aid in their quest to unlock the passage to Jotenheim.

Throughout this epic game, we join these two, plus the friendly, story-filled talking Head of Mimir the All-Seer on their travels from Midgard, to Alfeim, Helheim, Muspelheim, and back again, Atreus learning how and where to properly channel his anger all the while as they aid warrior spirits and battle trolls, dragons, ogres, and witches to reach their goal. The only thing really stopping them from achieving this, ironically enough, is Freya’s son (and Thor’s brother) Baldur, who stalks them the entire game in order to try and reach Jotenheim himself.

After reviewing hundreds of screenshots I took throughout this incredibly exciting game, here are the best ones so you all get to see how badass this game really is. Videos and images of more PS4 games to come. -MIKE EYE

Our Latest Blog Post From Our Most Beloved Red Queen

https://1320frequencyshift.com/2020/11/02/9-weeks-of-transformation-to-2021/

A New Study Circumvents a 178-year-old Theory

Scientists have figured out a way to create and cancel magnetic fields from afar. 

https://www.space.com/amp/magnetic-fields-created-from-afar

WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE??

In this time in America, with its given increasingly palpable social paranoia-level and in our new world where over-obsessive, flat-out hysteria has become norm-public scenario, we must ask ourselves just precisely how RATIONAL are these once-obscure FEARS that’ve gripped the greater majority of us, now that in fact most of us behave as if we suddenly have those FEARS?

An amount of time since the Outbreak struck March of this year, now heading outta November. All over a super-contagious, potentially deadly virus that now still continues to grow worse. “The churches will be packed by Easter!” 7rump had snarled non-whimsically that month.

The country actually had to be shut down for two months, with one economic relief payment distributed publicly nationwide, and because many Republican governors are against masks, there are many places in this country that, quite shockingly, have been “packed” up with maskless people all bunched in together, nevertheless, everyone pressed up all together like sardines in a damn can.

And people still fly everywhere within the US; millions of Americans just traveled this past Thanksgiving, despite the koronavirus being the worst it’s been yet, with more than a quarter million Americans now having painfully died from it. Godammit, 7rump, there’s no wonder a great majority of We US citizens, along with the electoral college, ACTUALLY LITERALLY DID physically vote Biden to kick down the door of the oval office with a shotgun, and FIRE YOUR ASS. AND TAKE OVER. GOODBYE, YOU FUCK-UP.

YOU FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!! America is much worse, not greater, and now your fans are armed and pissed ’cause YOU LOST THE ELECTION. I honestly new that was your plan all along, you DESPICABLE HEARTLESS SCUMBAG!! GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL, DO NOT PASS FUCKING GO!!! //-MIKE EYE 🌀🌀🌀🌀

THIS NEW DEFINING YEAR 2020 🌪🌪


 

Hello hard bloggers of the real and the intense. 🔥

Eye am back to DARKESOTERIKA after an interesting, most enriching time running KULLING VOICES for several months, a kontroversial faKebook TOOL group I created to virtually monitor the most anticipated FEAR INOCULUM U.S. TOUR 2019.

Eye was kurrently flourishing with much Winter excitement, kulling rewarding opportunities amid a snowy bounty of high-yield, all-natural white inspiration at Killington Resort in Vermont, February 2020, lining up my loving passion in hopes of reaping more relentless results for the sequel to The Aqueous Transmission this defining year of my writing career, and of all lives.

Welkome, friends. And stay awhile. ☆☆☆☆☆

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BOSTON CALLING 2020 MUSIC FESTIVAL RIGHT HERE @ HARVARD FEATURING A REUNITED RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, FOO FIGHTERS, & RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS 🔥

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A QUICK VISIT TO ANDROMEDA

 

 

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Slowly rising out of her unconsciousness, the little snake shuddered as she tried to shake off her immense dreariness, noticing at Once that the last time she had felt this Lightheaded was when she didn’t even have a Head. She was packed in tightly somewhere, buried deep among countless forms that matched hers. She realized something bad had happened to her; most of her memory seemed so distant she thought she may now be living a new life.

But she wasn’t, she realized, after a few unsteady moments. She had been taken from her best friend and fellow neurobiological counterpart, how long ago she hadn’t the slightest clue, but as the clearness of her memories sharpened slightly, Amrita could not mistake the stark sense of déjà vu that struck her. She had been here before, she realized ironically, in the face of not yet remembering how she even got there. It was long ago, she realized, and she had been caught up in the same messy mix with other snakes all slopped together in what seemed to be some sort of satchel.

Amrita started to slither her way free of all the others pressed about her, but as she tried to go any further upward she felt a softening of the response-time of her efforts, her motor skills having somehow become dramatically weakened. With difficulty, the snake started to slowly move as it attempted slithering past all that confined her within. The other snakes she was contained with seemed to be dead or at least unconscious like she had been; none of them moved.

As Amrita quietly poked her tiny dirtied head out at the surface of her soup bowl of serpents, she just as soon remembered she had originally been placed in a glass box, as she found herself dumbly looking directly at it across from her. But her thoughts about what exactly had happened to her quickly diminished as the background of where she was came painfully to the forefront of her gaze.

 

 

 

In the near distance were at least fifty short, hairy, and nude men who all looked quite similar, all clustered together in a cloud of slight snorts and sharp moans before the wizened guru who stood blindfolded, wrapped in his long, flowing grey robes against all his brothers and sons with the almighty Staff of Lachrylon raised Highly in One hand and his mysterious bottomless drinking gourd beared by the other. He was feeding and blessing these men with his eternal magic water, which fully provided them with all the right nutrients they would need to survive, Amrita Knew.

As curious as she was about what was happening before her, Amrita remembered that she had been taken captive and was now resenting the old man for it. This was her chance to make a break for it and slither away before anyone noticed her escaping. But before she did, her curiosity convinced her to spy out this spectacle a moment longer.

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Al Rodnam, although short himself, stood tall over all the little mysteriously shrunken Gilded Grunts, who were slightly jostling about in mixed confusion beside him and muttering low phrases of gibberish that trailed off into other sporadic outbursts. There was a subtle glow about the Grunts as they Received the special Water, and slight sparkles of stardust slowly beamed off their inquiring Heads with a blinding arc at the sheen. And as Amrita was watching this, she made a disturbing connection.

These were the Gilded Grunts — some of the only men left on the planet since Mother Magdalena had followed the mystic’s orders and chopped off their…

These here were not snakes at all she was packed within.

In a flash of an instant — almost in the same moment she realized it — Amrita shot out of the bag of dicks and made a break for it, shaking off the pestilence that had fastened a quick grip on her.

But it was no use.

“Ahh, there you are!” she could hear the old man cry in the distance as she felt herself being raised into the air and brought toward him, her efforts at defying his clutch of magick futile. “I was wondering when you’d arise!”

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Amrita panicked as she was being brought towards Al Rodnam, squirming with all her might in an attempt to escape his hold, but as she floated involuntarily up to his Head, the old mystic attempted to put her at ease.

“There, there,” he soothed part-mockingly with his Voice and one cocked eyebrow before casting aside all speech for telepathy. “I can also communicate with you like this,” he said matter-of-factly with bold emphasis.

“Let go of me!” Amrita shot back telepathically, hisses escaping her mouth with a forked-tongue fury. “I know. Fuck You, old man! I’m still furious with you for turning me into a snake! Release me at once!”

“Oh? I thought you would be delighted to return back to your true form and mingle with those of your shape and nature,” said Al Rodnam with a wink as he fastened her with a locking sound about the crown of his Head. “Besides… Lina, myself, and these Grunts here need you to Be this way. As do the Hawks and All of Bry Dellows and the planet Urth. I also Know that You Know this is So.” He pointed to all the little hairy, retarded old men as they dumbly looked back at Amrita who couldn’t at all move her Body as much as she tried. “Come with me,” stated the old man to the poor snake as if she had a choice to do so.

 

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Al Rodnam brought Amrita down a dusty path that was bordered mindfully with glowing rune-marked stones at its edges that gave off a faint phosphorescence upon the approach of the old mystic.

Then Amrita heard the squeals.

Just ahead, the trapped serpent so hexed who now functioned as the mystic’s halo noticed very obviously where Al Rodnam had brought their transmuting unicorn friend from Agartha to be duplicated for Loombug food. As they passed, Amrita could see countless hairy hogs pigging around fastidiously in a wood-fashioned sty that was also littered with runes all over.

“Thank you for bringing me your friend,” the mystic motioned with one hand to the sty. “As I mentioned, I was able to duplicate him to the correct number as needed by the Loombugs for survival after I am gone and will no longer be able to bestow upon them my magickal sustenance.”

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“Gone?” asked Amrita, surprised, still resentful. “You’re leaving?” she asked in an annoyed voice.

“Soon,” said the old man as he continued past the noisy pig pen to the edge of his camp. “But first, we must do something important.”

“I’m not doing anything for you!” exclaimed Amrita, affectionately offended. “You turned my friend into a pig!”

“I did not,” replied Al Rodnam carefully. “The surface world’s environment transformed him to something useful.”

“Something useful?” bellowed the serpent in indignation, “The same way I’m being useful to you?”

“Precisely!” the old man stated as he came to a halt.

He waited several moments more before again taking up the Staff of Lachrylon, softly muttering some indiscernible phrases as he waved it around before him. The Staff flared to life, hot orange streaks flooding out of the runes on it in waves, a fire ripping open an electrically charged circle around them. It lit up the environment in a burst, catching Amrita off-guard, as if she could guard herself, anyway. The mystic made another full fiery arch above his head with the Staff in One full swoop that left trails of blue electric shocks in its Wake. Then he tapped the Staff against the Stuck Amrita on his Head Four Times, and by the fourth tap, they had already transported to a different location.

Spread out wide and far were gentle rolling pastures of grassless Soil dotted sparsely with small huts, the materials of its design undeterminable by Amrita. Encasing everything all around the mute pastures was Diamond Glass held in place by titanium alloy, the glitter of zillions of Stars, Nebulae, and Aurorae spilling through the crystal-clear glass and illuminating the entirety of the outpost most brilliantly in a flush of celestial glister.

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“I know you know this place,” Al Rodnam stated calmly.

The serpent on his head rolled around her eye sockets. “The Andromeda Biodome. But why?!”

“You Know Why, Amrita. To keep our boys ready to be reaping the Space-Grain that will One Day be sprouted here to keep the Blood-Pigs fed so the Loombugs can eat. We need many Loombugs alive, Rita.”

“Yes. And permanent sustenance for them. Once you’re gone,” Amrita remembered telepathically aloud. The man turned around and with him, Amrita, and the snake were surprised to see that all the Gilded Grunts of Bry Dellows had followed them through the portal to the Andromeda Biodome. “It’s True, I Know that the Loombugs must be fed and kept safe, multiplying to the utmost in order to eventually give birth to more Hankerhawks, which Lina needs to have her Revelation, I Know.” Her pupils were not only fully dilated but spinning around in continuum, one counterclockwise to the other.

“But there are very few men left in Bry Dellows and our jarred rations of sperm are running thin, old man. You said you must go from Bry Dellows. As of now, we have managed to Spawn only Four Hankerhawks… we need eight more until they can Combine with Lina. The prospects of our highly-populated Imagined future appear grim. Will You leave Us no sperm?”

“I have no more to give,” Al Rodnam stated simply with wide eyes and matter-of-factly, quickly changing the subject before Amrita could interject. “I brought our Grunts, who have all been Gilded by our Mother Magdalena, Here to this High Kusp of galactic hallways, inside a hidden pocket of time-space.”

 

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“I Know about the Andromeda Biodome,” declared Amrita willfully. “Why do you bring me here, old man?”

“To return this to you,” he stated calmly, and after several gags he mindfully regurgitated out from his mouth something small and sparkly, drenched in mystikal Saliva. It was Magdalena’s Amulet which he had been saving inside himself until this moment here and now, She Knew. It had somehow transformed into an Emerald, and Amrita couldn’t understand.

“I don’t under—“

“Shhh,” the mystic whispered to the snake. “Sure you do.” And with that he held the shimmering Emerald against Amrita, who remained locked atop his head. It fixed into place with a *shluckk* sound and a huge splash of green lit Amrita up.

“Let’s go back to Bry Dellows,” said Al Rodnam. “We’ll leave the Grunts be for the moment.

Amrita, amid the feeling of intense euphoria, felt also climactically invulnerable as the old man passed through the space-time rip that had been left open and entered his camp at Bry Dellows Once again.

It was nighttime and the Moon was Full but not white, returned to a deep, familiar tone of thick burgundy that flooded the dusky depths of the Hollow with a pale, bloody flush.

“We’ll leave this artificial wormhole opened for the time being,” he said matter-of-factly. “I have engineered it to only work with the Grunts from now on.

“Now. Go and tell Magdalena what I have told you. By the time she hears what you have to say, I will be Gone.”

With another loud *schluck* sound, Amrita was removed from the mystic’s head and set free upon the ground, the green sheen diminishing abruptly with the cease of the sound.

Amrita slithered as fast as she could all the way to Mother Magdalena’s campsite.

 

IF YOU’VE ENJOYED THIS SHIT, PLEASE LIKE IT & SHARE IT. THANK YOU. -MIKE EYE 🤘 💜 🌌

RIDING THE WAVES OF CREATION WITH TOOL

 

Readers and Bloggers of DARK ESOTERIKA, Eye Thank You Deeply Yet Again for Taking the Second of A Day Now to Transcend Ultimately for the Last Time With Me.

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As Ewe all No, Eye Am bred from (a) TOOL. Or, rather, I Resonate most strongly with the same “Kreation Wave” interference patterns as the members and most fans of TOOL do. Dr. Carl Johan Calleman, known prolifically as one of the “main proponents of the idea that the Mayan calendar reflects the evolution of consciousness,” boldly purports a kompelling modern-day theory also held by many other modern-day ‘mystery school’ facilitators and spiritualist groups commonly come to be Known as the Fractal-Holographic Model. As Calleman explains in his awesome recently released book (2016), The Nine Waves of Creation: Quantum Physics, Holographic Evolution, and the Destiny of Humanity, “This theory entails an entirely new way of approaching the betterment of humanity…

 

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FEAR INOCULUM

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I got into TOOL in 1996 when AENIMA came out. I was the perfect age to be woken up by this album — 13. The rest is history. I consider myself as hard a TOOL fan I could possibly be, having been born in ‘83; as soon as I hit puberty, I got into Rock and Metal music, and into TOOL in particular. At the time, in ‘96, I habitually listened to my local alt-rock station, WAAF, which actually played not just Rock, but Metal regularly throughout the ‘90’s. During the reign of AENIMA, almost every song from the album was played on that station, including not just Stinkfist, H, 46 &2, & Aenema, but also Eulogy, Pushit, and Third Eye. Jimmy would be the only exclusion.

Not that it mattered. I had already bought the album the day after I had first seen the Stinkfist video on MTV (although for some shady reason, it was referred to as “Song 1” only on MTV at the time, not the radio) and had already been studying it deeply, always making sure to listen to it from start to finish. I had NO idea what I had in store for me Once having bought AENIMA for the first time. I remember the physical jewel case of the copy of AENIMA I bought having a peculiar, perfectly cut out smooth puzzle piece in the lower right section.

I always knew it meant something.

Listening to the songs off of AENIMA ripped me a Third Eye and completely enhanced my View on life for so much the better, that by the time LATERALUS dropped in ’01 and I was a senior in high school, it didn’t take me as long to dissect the album as the previous One had. But it still took 6 months at least for the LATERALUS album to be completely absorbed by my inquiring membranes.

In my humble opinion, ladies and gentlemen, it is completely amateur and counterintuitive, not to mention impossible, to write an honest heart-felt review of FEAR INOCULUM this soon. I’m sure most long-time fans would agree. As much as this incredible band has had hard airplay in the past, they were never a “radio band,” which makes their radio feats all the more remarkable. This may be difficult for a traditional millennial to understand, as the internet has completely changed the music industry for the worse since the 90’s.

This beloved, long-awaited new TOOL album will take months to grow on us. It is absolutely incredible and mature. So it will be months from now, I’m afraid, until I give DARK ESOTERIKA’s official review of FEAR INOCULUM because, as with every single other post posted on this website, I want it to be 100% Heart-Felt, and completely genuine.

For now, Chapter 10 will be released soon. As well as my personal current ideas on this shit-culture freaking our children out to be poverty-stricken before the end of the next generation as the POSITIVE outcome for the future, which was yesterday. -MIKE EYE / GO FUCK YOURSELF.KOM

ANIMALS AS LEADERS 10-Year Anniversary Sold-Out Show At The Paradise, Boston Blew My Mind Last Night 🌌

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So Heavy, So Innovative, So Epic!

It Was A Really Great Show! Check Them Out HERE If You Don’t Know Them!

MODERN MIRACLES OF METAL MUSIK

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VEIL OF MAYA | FALSE IDOL

☆☆☆☆☆

A few listens will blow open your Soul for a few moments. -MIKE EYE ⊙