What can an ant teach you about the control system? Learn how you give your power away.
“Illumi-Ant causes the orange thing to set and the liquid stuff to pour from the sky! Just what can an ant teach you about the control system and manipulation?
Drop off the branch & into X’Tzu’s Zoo. Stop giving your power away.
Learn about perception and false gods, then determine if you’re the ant, the aphid, or something else?”
Ants are ranchers of aphids… they have their ‘human’ counterparts that do the same.
“The ants are determined. That is, they have to ‘milk’ the aphids for their honeydew. Without this, the ants shrivel and become unable to march in lines, roll large rocks, and sniff each others mandibles.”
“That’s why you see them spending so much time, whirling their ‘magic’ antennae around and setting up skirmishes for the aphids to make insectowar.”
“As the aphids suck in the delicious sappy goodness of their host plant, they’re completely oblivious that the real battle is for their thought and attention.”
Aphids… like many people, chose to ignore that their ‘attention’ can energize other Wills desires.
Science becomes the new religion of the ranched. It gives the ‘aphids’ a false certainty so it can feel great in its unconscious entropy. The '3rd law of thermoaphidics' is only meant here as a play on science, not to be construed literally, but metaphorically. The allusion speaks to those who do not realize that the scientific method can only disprove. Although, 'science' is one of the best ways of moving forward inductively, by its very own admission in method can never deliver that which the 'aphids' so much desire... and that is certainty. The metaphorical 'ants' are those who are married to duality, and who utilize promises of certainty (through religion [creator queen], science, intellectualism) to obtain compliance and consent from the 'aphids'.
“To fill the silent space in the aphids noggin, the ants sing songs of the great creator Queen, and stroke the aphids abdominal ego by teaching them the 3rd law of thermoaphidics.”
“The aphids rattle their exoskeleton and ramble about confidently ignorant as they excrete their ‘milk’. Any thought that wasn’t provided to them probably blew in from the pollen of weeds.”
Now, the ants claim powers they don’t have. They use their understanding of the fractal ant hive to pretend it’s they (or the Mysterious Creator Queen) who cause that liquid stuff to pour from the sky, the fiery orange thing to set, and the green thing they’re feeding on to grow.
“They build monuments of dirt piles to the queens creation of ‘time’, so they can pretend there’s a ‘cause’ for any ‘effect’.”
These six sided, six legged thoughts corral smaller sentience into hexagonal pens. The aphids and millipedes count their legs, while the artistic ants paint more. The aphids are entranced by the ant structure and absorbed in their first distinction. All about the winds, the pheromones of fractal perception is sprayed from the gland of desire, while the aphids chat to each other in what’s ultimately illusory-like time and space.
“But many of the aphids have no vigilance, so the ants comfort themselves in the thought that ‘those sap suckers deserve everything they get’. In some ways, the ants have a point. They have zero respect for the aphid colony… and rightfully so!”
There is always choice, most often out of reach of recall and recognition, and made long before its consequences.
“‘You can lead an aphid to a juicy herbaceous plant, but you can’t make him pierce, suck, and drink’”
Anyhow…
A few aphids see their ever-so-attractive heads shining back at them in the dew drops, and try to fight their own reflection. Others see the ants reflection peering over their thorax and know they’re being ranched.
“Oh yes, it is only the aphids who forsake the ants protection racket by quickly detaching from the branch that have any chance of escape.”
The ‘rancher’ ant uses the ‘glasses of perception’ and the ‘intoxication of ego’ to get others to work for its wills desire. The addiction of the 'aphids' is certainty. The addiction of the 'ants' is the inflamed ego seeing its reflection as greater than the one who cast that image. Remember, analogies are always imperfect... that's why they are an analogy ; ) 'Language' itself is a tool to navigate the playground. When not understood for its limitations, the imagery of intoxication become relevant. Hence, the wonderful double shot of whisky in the photo... one or two is quite sublime. The whole bottle - quite another matter!