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laugh and the glad world laughs with you weep and the sad world will sigh. mirth is our life's true elixir it shows you're a "regular guy." there's nothing that so banishes worry, nor puts such a big crimp in sin. nor smooths out the wrinkles of trouble, like a jolly old jester-mans grin. it rolls off the years from your shoulders you'll forget that you've grown to be men. your youth turns once more to embrace you for you've grown to be school boys again. so, if you've got grouches, don't bring 'em its your laugh and your joke that we need for mirth is the doctor of trouble, and laughter, the jester-man's creed.
We are supernal souls descend, who have volunteered to incarnate into the Matrix Control System to help. Whose role is to destroy the Control System and bring the Matrix back into rightful harmonisation within the Supreme Soul. By default we forget who we are. A portion of the Christ intelligence that is working within the system to undermine it, the “ground team” so to speak. Entering via the womb and being confined to a primitive human body, means donning the shackles of mental and spiritual retardation. By entertaining this world and become “idiots” relative to the original form. But underneath, still maintain an innate sense of wisdom and spiritual intelligence. As much as we need to become man to survive, we must also overcome or reject social programming that might interfere with our mission. To society, we may appear as fools for not buying into the Control System values. Awaken from errors and begin the inner and outer search for truth and purpose. We would soon think, speak, feel, and act, according to higher knowledge and standards that society simply cannot comprehend. Thus we would once again be seen as fools for subscribing to “utter nonsense.” Cheers!
