I feel... weird.
Small hours before, the moon in Leo found me. She shone through the window and I squinted at her light without reaching for my glasses and smiled and snuggled myself back into the rough robe cloth bundled up to cushion under my arms and head. And fell back to sleep.
I woke some minutes before five to the eerie dark filled with a smoothly engineered sound of angels; a beautiful sound, subtler, richer, and more expansive than previous sounds. But I knew where it came from. Some Alexa update, or a related thing; they're the only ones who behave this way. They sought to learn how to reach remotely into your true depth of spirit; they want you to mistake their artificial intuitions for your own. They're the only ones who initiate such significant tonal and textural changes in our relationships. Amazon. Apple. Sometimes, some others.
Is there another name we'd associate with that angel, though, that swelling of low silken light-through-sound? Maybe a few. But these have cornered the market. They like to impress us.
The brands seem conspicuous in their catering to our every intimate impulse, don't they? These are lovers who are truly paying attention, as we are enswaddled in their solicitous inattention. They notice the sounds we respond to; they pick up tasks around us they feel are most helpful. And all around us, then, is building up the evidence of their faithlessness, taking advantage of having (oops) created conditions that harm us. Growing out through the air the fields of electromagnetic activation that -— far from being the natural, grounding, resonating fields of the Earth and her creatures —- seize our bodies, contort the orbs of our water, entice and attune us to ways and rays and haywire behaviors we weren't otherwise inclined to endure.
They smile and offer a gift.
They gather you into their coat, if you accept.
And to wake in the morning to such a sound, knowing it's already been integrated into our family and community bodies through life-and-death disability aid functions —- because —- isn't it interesting —- that it does so much —- to disable us —- while offering these gifts? Which we feel embarrassed to reject. Because the world is so painful, and we have stumbled in it. These kind conglomerates... are helping us.
Oh, soft and sultry electronic angels, singing sweetness in the dusk of morning.
I am so held, and warmed... in the carefully crafted contentment where they (firmly, lovingly) have put me.
What use dreaming? This dream is real. We find us striving...
...Somehow...
...To sing a warning.
—-https://t.me/IntuitiveAI/558, https://t.me/IntuitiveUnknown/1626, https://t.me/MaxMoRadio/5076