Social media and Black and White Knowledge
I'm making this article because /co/ jannies banned me for giving boxtown an excisive funeral. Explaining the progression from an important spiritual event
In the late 00s as part of creating an artistic Revolution I was developing black knowledge. This is so because I spoke to people about things without doing so directly, or even thinking about them within my own mind. Acting on the basis of knowledge which is βnot knownβ in a certain sense is acting on black knowledge. And the mental processes of human beings for acting on black knowledge was being actively developed by my Renaissance, and when it crumbled they are one of the things that deactivated too.
And of course as usual that doesn't mean there was no trace of what had been developed, but rather that it entered a murky state. Years ago a poster in the Homestuck threads of /co/ called one of my practice webcomics βLord English Questβ βschizophrenic garbage.β if this poster had known what I was working on he or she would not have said this, as was proven when I did my Pre-Initiative that was the initial stages of spreading my story. The threads and the whole remaining community became suddenly mute and revolved around fan art and sedate memes rather than the former outbursts of drama and official projects.
The idea behind this vicious insult is that I did not actually know what I was making. I was just putting together a comic based on vague ideas in my head, little feelings like normal kids have. In fact it was merely on track to things such as my development of Cosmic Theology, though my conscious ideas do develop over time.
Through my black aptitudes I'm quite good at uncovering black knowledge. My focal point for this is learning to draw things as they exist in my imagination. This requires a translation process between normal things and black things.
Within The narrative of Lord English Quest this is symbolized, him extrapolating vague black blobs for the purpose of bringing definition to them. These enemies are hazards of the lower Cosmos, plaguing alien life.
Known as βYour Benefactorβ, this service provides balance to the ultimate arrival of the destruction he brings. This is itself extrapolating the black significance of the Lord English character to make him better, immediately, then Andrew ever could. (He could only give him one real line, an expression of his own lifelong fear, not capable of the creativity required to bring life to the character)
Speaking of insults if you read Lord English Quest you can discover the origin of a famous social media insult.
All the way back to the days when people were looking for ways to exploit me, people were trying to use the partial activation of black knowledge to manipulate others. Andrew used that Jake English narrative to manipulate myself and girls close to me. In general Tumblr people started building bold identities of being fighters for the underprivileged or whatever. (This is what I wanted to be if I successfully became a billionaire, but with their communist thinking they would want to spread all that goodness away from just a single person)
But as they maneuvered around in the dark they did not know the trap I could spring and quite simply. By stopping the advancement of knowledge of black things, they would begin to revert back to inactivity. And so their expanded psyches and expanded lives gradually collapsed, causing the character of even bad people among them to lose its former color and many other such effects.
This explains why they had no real story of what happened to me around 2013, only some idiot Zoomers said nonsense. The aspect of life in which this story was being developed collapsed, and their dishonorable actions meant they did not develop how to speak of these things.
This black consciousness extends to other species. Previously a couple days ago while I was going hard in the spiritual significance of my content my cat seemingly left me a kind of lizard to represent my success. Now it seems she left me a large Roach, representing success against a much less noble enemy, /co/ moderation and the industry people who cowardly attack me there. In her daily life she reacts to the meaning of such things, and more dramatically than other cats because of the proximity to me as I have studied about pets.
These industry people are themselves like animals, but not like my animals, like the animals called βassholesβ by their owners because they cannot connect with them.
I see their remnant psychological state that comes from those prior days. A pathetic creature of manipulation, incapable of being honest and slowly inching around how I show my black understanding, directly and indirectly.
These strange beasts can't even come out and say that they are upset about me celebrating the failure of the boxtown indiegogo. Slithering around trying to make psychological attacks, and if there's any point besides being incapable of doing anything else itβs probably to show how they have treated others.
After the development of black things collapsed, grooming came, involving a bunch of manipulation tactics to get everyone online to congeal into their nasty broken culture of misery. A collective state that came from the special sin of thinking about how to exploit my teenage efforts before how to accept what they were actually about, which is ancient Africa.
Groomers could not remember what Tumblr people used to be so excited about, like βpicking up personality traitsβ from each other or cartoonish things happening in real life, but they figured out that if they hit on the remaining dreary black awareness of their peers in the right spot they could get them to do what they wanted a little bit.
This would have mostly been a trial and error process. And as they did this their primitive ways did nothing to help people flourish. And so they ended up like in the animation industry, a primitive caricature of life wrapped in superficial friendship and appreciation of art.
They manipulated each other and they manipulated each other back and they collapsed into the same morass. To fix this they gained access to teens from which they can find gratification from very easy manipulation to get them into sex stuff or pump up the βplatformedβ individualβs ego. For instance they spoke of Marxism which manipulates them about the symbols of things like Cosmic Capitalism, or they went into animation which young people are naturally drawn to. And so I witnessed people in the industry become incredibly frustrated as kids cared so little about the cartoons they worked on.
Wasn't only because of the quality level, I grew up with plenty of junk and so did 80s kids. It can be expected that I was a major effect too, as a former revolutionary who was stolen from for things like Gravity Falls and who inspired the original concepts of things like Steven Universe and The Owl House. Through aggressively attacking the industry, tearing down the reputations of projects, popping their bad ideas and in other ways, with a lengthy hiatus in between these times since I was so spiritually weak, at the very least I prevented animation groomers from flourishing besides attracting groups of creepy weirdos who are attracted to the industry through a particular kind of spiritual miasma which reminds me of the ending of Wreck-It Ralph. Unless that scene doesn't count as the ending, I haven't actually watched the whole thing.