Over the past 65 years, a tremendous amount of propaganda has been devoted to redefining freedom as "what freedom should lead to." Behavior. Brainwashed college students are essentially taught: "Forget the free part of freedom. Let's go right to the question of what freedom should produce. That's why we're here. That's what we're going to learn. It's a short-cut. We're going to tell you what any decent and correct human being would do with his freedom, so you can do it."
The recent MIT experiments to induce "false memories" in rats, as well as the DARPA research aimed at inserting images directly into the visual cortex, reveal a direction important brain research is taking. Change perception, if necessary, to make people do the right thing.
Any individual who enlists in the collectivist future does so by entering a trance. The aim of hypnosis is a collective definition of The Good. This was exactly the pattern that Plato laid out in The Republic. For him, The Good was the highest Form in the ultimate dimension where all ideas existed in a perfected state. The ruling Philosopher Kings had exclusive and intimate and superior knowledge of The Good.
Thought experiment: Write down a definition of "the greatest good for the greatest number," and then, in your life, for a few days or so, base all your actions on it. Exclude all other considerations. You'll find yourself in an altered state, and you'll also notice you're, in essence, hypnotizing yourself. You're narrowing your focus, space, and thought.
You're referring all your behavior to a central and single idea. You're systematizing yourself.
This is the principle of reduction of consciousness.
In this civilization, reduction is increasingly touted as "an answer." Simplifying thought is said to equal insight. Freely proliferating consciousness is highly suspect.
Here is a brief fragment from my unpublished work, The Magician Awakes:
"John Q opened his eyes after the surgery. He saw a floral pattern hanging in mid-air, and inscribed along every stem and stylized petal were rows of refrigerated thoughts.
Major Kelsen walked into the hospital room with a big grin on his face. 'We've done it,' he said. 'John Q, you now have an auxiliary mind. It's better than the original. You're in on the ground floor.'
John Q struggled to speak, but his mouth was a dry desert and the wind was picking up in his cerebral cortex.
'No need to track you anymore, kid,' the Major said. 'You're free. You're the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution now. You're immune.'
John Q could feel himself radiating with low-level happiness. It was bleeding from his pores. He was sensing INCLUSION.
Belsen hovered over him with a mirror.
'Look at yourself, son. Do you even recognize who you are? Do you remember who you were? Those constructs are both fading. You're in the moment. You're the animal you were meant to be, finally. The President wants to see you. This is big-time.'
John Q suddenly saw a gold-crested falcon sitting on Belsen's shoulder. It was looking straight at him. 'I come in before the opening credits,' it said.
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