The pharaoh reborn I lie in the cryo-unit— My breath shallow, my eyes locked open. Hands that aren’t there wrap me in linen and light. Ancient and engineered fuse against my skin. This isn’t rest. This is preparation. I am bound. Immobilised. Sealed— a passage I never agreed to take. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyrig...
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A political act
To rebalance the inequities
Trust intuition
There is a risk that our story will not be told
Our time doesn't have to be linear
Or by its means of describing us
In the busy work of creating an unfulfilling life
Who is in charge of my simulation?
When I am observed
I behave differently
Fearing my vulnerability
Fearing constant attack
My mind indistinguishable from reality
I step onwards
To self-correct my past errors
As I passively slip through multiple dimensions
With My Judgmental and Righteous Hands
In this game, I have two hands
One is for verity
One is judgment
One is bringing forward truth
One is for corrective measures
One is to bring alignment
One is to teach a lesson
As we transform onwards through this immense virtual space
Night Walking with Weapons
In distant places
Everyone is hacking each other
Everyone is grieving
Everyone overconsuming
There are those trying to reduce socio-economic gaps
Where enforcement is distributed unequally
And I keep searching for signs of what is to come
In my sleepwalks
Whilst I stumble around
Seeking a New Way of Seeing A political act To rebalance the inequities
I step onwards And stealthy transverse multiple dimensions
I have two hands To forge space
In my sleepwalks I hack around The distant places
I am night walking With verity With judgment
Godly Hands
Night walking like an American
Gather your weapons
Forge the intention
Demonstrate your propendency to exert violence
Through intervention
Through approval
Be with the one
Listen to your calling
Walk with purpose
With weapon in hand
Gather in the obedient
Prepare and train
In the presence of victory
God’s hand is with you
Godly Growth
Everything has become digitized
Everything has been even more effortless
Living life exponentially faster
But feeling incomplete
Pushing against the limits of our biosphere
Whilst disregarding the contradictory knowledge
There is only a thin blue line that separates us from the eternal darkness of space
Godly Hands Night Growth
My life has been nothing but a failure - Monet
Each night perfectionism
Each night insomnia
Each night dealing with my thinking difficulties
Dealing with "what ifs”
Dealing with “if onlys"
This way of thinking
This epidemic
It is the sickness, sadness, and self-defeating behavior
Of only seeing failure
Augmenting New Ways of Seeing
There are comparative and competitive winners
Observing human actions in controlled and stimulated surroundings
Situation - The Tempest’s Reflection JB , a spaceship pilot, has been placed into a cryo cocoon to revive and transform his life essence. Inside the cocoon, he experiences his mind as a "relentless tempest of clashing thoughts, swirling and churning, mirroring the furious chaos outside of the machine." JB also sees his older self trapped in the same transitory state. The Storm in my Looking Glass A cinematic close-up of JB’s face behind the curved glass of the cryo-cocoon . The glass reflects not the room but a "relentless tempest" of swirling dark clouds and lightning , symbolising his churning thoughts. In the storm's reflection, a ghostly older version of JB is visible, trapped and silent, mirroring the pilot's current state. Cryogenic Rejuvenation Chamber - Night This trapped specter is the true mirror of our pilot's current, suspended state: a mind caught between two ages, the man he was refusing to be silenced, terrified of the man he is about to ...
The Situation - Red Alert JB , a middle-aged mail spaceship pilot . Starship piloting JB is held not by ropes, but by the cryo-unit's nanoweave swaddle —a tight, absolute embrace mimicking paranoiac wrappings. This material presses against him, preventing his shivering flesh from flying apart under the centrifugal force of his panic. He feels a cold burn and constant helplessness sinking in. His anxiety is a crimson klaxon , a "relentless tempest" of warring thoughts. He is mentally back in the cockpit, but the instruments scream in an alien language; every light and warning signifies impending failure. His pure instinct screams ABORT , yet there is no escape route. Confrontation Rising JB is shown the war of impulses tearing him apart—the "lunge and the retreat". His existence is reduced to the strained gasp: "I live for fucks sake, I don't know.” Full Assault a Violet Firestorm JB responds with explosive, automatic violence, his lungs burning from ...
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