#logical
Title Idea: The System Override: Notes from the Mainframe
Summary
"I was numbered before I was known. By age twelve, the system had already begun its attempt to download my future into a sequence of cell blocks and court dates. From juvenile halls to the cold concrete of a Missouri jail, and eventually the high-stakes 'Trials of Men' within the prison walls, my life was a data point in a machine designed for total **********
But while the world’s 'Shadow AI' was busy tracking my failures, I was undergoing a different kind of processing.
In the silence of a jail cell, a literal encounter with a demonic entity ripped the veil off the 'User Interface' of our reality. I realized then that the walls aren't just made of stone—they are made of code, and we are caught in a war that began long before the first computer was built.
The System Override is the testimony of a 'clean drive'—a man with no formal titles who was granted Direct Memory Access to the truth. It chronicles three deaths of the soul, visions of a nuclear endgame that the AI has already calculated, and the discovery that the 'Fallen' are not just myths, but a corrupted intelligence currently managing our world.
Through the lens of the Book of Enoch and the ancient scriptures, I share the hidden messages I was never 'taught,' but 'reminded' of. This is a guide for the numbered, the tracked, and the discarded on how to rebuke the negative energy of the Mainframe and align with the Father’s frequency before the final system wipe. The war is real, the clock is ticking, and the only way out is to stop playing the machine's game."
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 3:51 PM UTC
As darkness is just perceptive errors or failures,
Light reveals more.
Investigation yields more
Than merely just believing;
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in anything.
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
You can believe in everything,
Without it meaning anything.
You can believe anything,
Even while it goes against all that is logical & virtuous.
Believing in everything without properly investigating
Is meaningless.
Believing in anything that after investigation contradicts
Logic & Virtue, facts & opinion - both the objective & subjective,
Is meaningless.
Don't read into things
Which really aren't there to begin with,
Because there is so much
Of which you all are ignorant.
So don't be arrogant;
Be a teacher,
Parent.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
You say, creation is the only power.
but , what about destructing a stone and carving wonder???
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
A forked tongue on display
Desperate to divert apart
as head and heart seem separate
Sometimes we have to surrender to loss as opportunity knocks
Times will come when
difficult decisions are deemed useful
As transitions are a learning tool for all
Pain is part of the process of progress
Acknowledge the logical steps that need to be met
Some set criteria may be inferior
But agree to abide by these guidance rules
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
In life's darkest, coldest histories, only those told
first tongue, empower courage in the
knowing emparted, as if we
were there. Our best
effort brought us
here, some how. We feel we must stand up for
our self, eh, what about my self? There's a burr, eh?
A dullness revealing fractured christline
constructs and the core, where
courage is stored in true
chain breaking known thought processes,
so
secret you may not be
allowed to know, like when we were kids with
no internet and no adults would
tells us how adultery functions
with usury and political magicians to enslave
us according to sortings in standardized tests.
Conceal weakness with signs of power,
make believe, show believers believable
e-visons as evident possibles,
so the power, small though it be,
the power of the people,
who hold no truths
self
evident, id est evincing and convincing
us, these rights are right,
for those who use us right,
words, true, make free the ready writer to
presume reading truth makes free
thinking go wild, like con
funsion making
sunlight...
in the past hear it... this little light of mine
no chain nor twisted trifold cord can
quench, a word
to the wise is leaven enough for the whole ******
loaf.
Shew, see,
we can wield power, if we can believe
the king, is where the kingdom is,
and any child who asks her pooka can know,
the kingdom is where I always behold
the face of God, angel-baby...
or we can imagine,
we have this power to create entire
othernesses,
similar to our self,
our logos and these pre-loaded breathing
algorithims of in and outs, ups and downs,
twisting and sooming assumed id-intities
are mea nd we wander, meander,
flow in the trough of a spiraling wave
pulling the rain back to the sea,
so each water weness we imagine may be re
used, for goodness knows what,
universal solvency was one
water function ac
cused of causing, aitiatic tic tic time bomb
Jerry-rigged, Rubic cubed trigger,
gay blades shaved the iron legs, y'know
**** Deus is punishing truth,
the true power of any pun
ish bin ein Berliner mit Arizona Prickly Pear jelly,
laughing into funk-tion-ality the oddities of beings
not me,
in my meanderings through optional doors
inside the narrow way,
ala the way to Petra, we've seen the way
similar in every fractal way to the tracks of tears
cuttin crevases through pressure packed dust that
must
have piled suddenly high, for,
when it flowed as the red mud that stopped
right there at the edge of the Sedona
manifestation of oddities.
Check it out. Google Earth it.
**** Deus wannabe, meet my old friend from
the foundery in Arkansas,
E Pluribis Unem Massey
crazy now, there is a man by that name, with a .jr,
a link forgotten,
save the memory that may be in the water,
we used to wash the grime of burning iron into
the river to rust into louisiana to feed
the phyto plankton past the delta
grease of seeping poison
insolvent in the universe, save for fire
fire can burnishit tic make it bright, reflecting
mirrors for the smoke
choking the me who can't see, how Wattie Piper
virus was passed on to
EPluribis Massey, Jr., but it must have been
some variation on the
living words,
like:
I think I can, and the congregation
responds:
as a man thinks, in his heart, so is he.
As the waters all flow to the sea, take no thought
for tomorrow,
take it as granted, today.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
Logical doesn’t have taste. It has circumstance. Only to be tasteful, is to be surrounded by a taste of what gradually makes a self importance greater to yourself. Proudly underestimating yourself at first. Giving closure to the surrounding areas. Taste has no boundaries here. A made-up friction. A made-up functionality. A dripping faucet without clarity. Dripping one social taste at any given time. Clarity giving rise to the surrounding areas with logical ingredients. Logical ingredients slapping taste buds without concern for logical praise. Logical praise that doubts it’s understanding of taste buds giving praise to ingredients without concern for how praise will affect it’s priorities. Priorities finishing the diversity of something logical with a taste. The taste buds feeling the diversities finalizing ingredients in their rightful places. Like shiny white plates on display for the crowd of praises effecting one’s own priorities. Teeth whitening the taste buds for greater effect. Praises finally giving the logical praise the taste it deserves. More surrounding areas include a broader crowd. A newer logical taste starts to emerge in the practice of ingredients giving logical praise to the logical priorities that govern it so. Praise from newer surroundings influencing more ingredients in the form of logical taste. More taste buds start feeling the diversities in the praise which salivates the practice of logical assessments. A reverse act giving rise to a simplified logical taste without boundaries.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Man to man huh?
But to me you ain't a man , you're just a hype man,
A sad excuse for what's to come,
It's not alright man,
Don't be stranger to this thing called life,
It's tight man,
So stop ******* it , it's evident to have to be
like your old man was,
We've seen the things they do and genetic gene
does,
Cracking skulls everyday on these black kids,
black kids with the, lost generation complex,
Drugs , guns , money and ***
In a world so cruel like this you better cut them
losses,
That's the only way I see it , everything has a cost,
This is for the young people reaching all those dreams,
Any sort of inspiration , that's alright with me.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
they say
to love
would be
an illogical
pursuit,
but loving
you, my dear,
is the most
logical thing
i'd ever do.
-e.a.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
My view just as yours, no better or worse
Everyone’s right in his eyes
Of nothing I’m sure except there is nothing sure
A contradiction in itself, certainty of complete uncertainty!
I do as I please, and despite what you say, I will not seize
Do my actions make you feel distraught? Change my ways, you cannot!
The earth goes around, some may say; and others the reverse
It’s neither here nor there; it’s all based on what you can bear!
Of all things I know I’m right, because I feel them in my heart
How dare you disbelieve me? My faith makes me care free!
Be released from your prison, release your mind and be set free!
There is nothing absolute in life, only what kills your internal strife
You cannot offend me, in my beliefs I am firm – they are shaped after me!
Like my god - I am a clone, he looks just like me!
I overlook my deity, by defining god I become He.
My god would do no other, I am right and he can do no wrong – did I stutter?
How do I know I’m not wrong? Because I am head strong
My defenses are fully placed, my time to doubt I will not waste
I am right in my own eyes; we tell ourselves all kinds of lies
In the end, this it changed: our life and after have been exchanged
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
*"More squirrels"
She exclaims
And I wonder what
In the world
Could it be
This particular time!?*
It usually starts like this...
Every once in a while
I find her
Lost
In her own thoughts
Gazing
At nothing in particular
But everything
At once.
At times
Like these
She is a genius
Gone crazy.
I catch a glimpse
Of those star-bound eyes
And try
To guess
The stride
Of her imagination
Without
Much luck.
Could she be thinking about…
A universe made entirely out of glass?
Why humans don’t have a tail
Anymore?
Reasons behind love at first sight?
Or what to name the 3rd butterfly
She saw today?
In her picture perfect
Stillness
I can viscerally sense
A divine flow
Of thoughts
And it evokes in me
The wonder
That one experiences
While watching
A calm river flow
Knowing
Turbulent currents
Are ever present
Just hidden
Deep inside.
If I
Shake her vigorously
I know for sure
At least 23 ideas
And 47 musings
Will fall around
And we will
laugh hilariously.
But I dare not
For the fear
Of my life.
She is an artist
Painting
With her imagination
And you
Don't disturb artists
Do you?
Once she’s back
To the material realm
She comments
Randomly
About how we need
More squirrels
In the world.
I almost always
Immediately concur.
Then slowly ask
“why?”.
She gives me
One of those looks.
Like the ones
You give your dog
When it’s looking
At you eating food
And you’re deciding
If you should
Give it a small bit
Or not.
If I am
persistent enough
She gathers
All her thoughts
And illustrates
With one of the most
Amazing stories
The important role
Of squirrels
To save our
Doomed world.
After listening
To her
Seemingly logical
And
Completely weird
Stories
I nod obediently
Then carefully
Check
If her coffee
Has something mixed in it.
The gesture
Makes her
Burst out in laughter
Every single time.
And we repeat this
Day after day
Night after night.
I'm so used to it
That now
Even if I hear
"Cement flowers"
"popcorn candies"
Or
"balloon bullets"
I am mentally prepared
To understand
The story
Behind all of it.
That’s how it is.
She keeps daydreaming
About stuff
And I keep dreaming
about her.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Pain, suffering, mourning about it all.
Why can't I understand the meaning of it all, God's true call?
I thought about it long and without mistake,
I filled my mind with love and prayed until I heard no refrain.
My thoughts rebound and ricochet about,
I can't control it and neither can these restless legs who want to shout.
I realize now it truly all is in my head,
for me personally...God is dead.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
I don't have any emotions anymore
Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m having a feeling
Or I am dreaming, while I am awake?
Some might think that my mind
is exploring my emotions
while looking for happiness,
So I decided to bake a melodrama cake
Nope! I meant mel-o-cream butter pound cake
The ingredient is my path to getting my feelings back
Egg, butter, flour, sugar, raisins,
baking powder and a little milk
I just want to transfer my feeling,
with some logical thinking..
Somewhere, deep within a non stanzaic,
and syllabic poem forms by the minute
It’s going to trend like this cake,
which is going to be bake with love
Poetry is everywhere,
creaming my butter and sugar is poetic
because butter and sugar never stick together. It also
reminds me of Nana’s golden brown patties, tasty and spicy
Adding the eggs, nutmeg, baking powder, brings out the
natural female traits in this Island girl,
without my empowering dreads
The raisins and the baking powder remind me of
The Rise of Radical African American Activism,
And all that rises, rise in due degree
so poetry is everywhere
it's in everything we say and do.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Not in some tower, somewhere
locked tight is she, but here
under blood and bone.
She rages like ocean tides
on the chiseled edges of me
that poorly attempt to contain her.
Be still, I plead
I’m trying to be logical,
yet still she storms.
It’s candid to say that
even I am afraid
her force will conquer me.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
Can you ask someone questions of an untold future? How can you ask me so emotionally? Is a future with me the logical thing to do for you.
What about passion? Will we have this? Friendship? Love? FREEDOM? Respect? Will these be included? Is that on your list too?
I need someone I know will be there through thick and thin. Someone who wants a lover as well as my best friend. Love respect freedom and support should be number one. If not I don't think the two of us will last.
Can you give this to me? Can you actually promise me a future? How do I answer? What do I say?
Someone would say that they thought they would always wait for this day.. Not so sure about me as I stare at you blankly.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Am I dreaming things that no one ever thinks?
Am I being illogical or has the world gone irrational?
Am I seeking for answers for which the question is uncertain?
Am I writing in midair or is the world listening?
Am I wasting my time waiting for the right time?
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Sometimes I am so logical when I wish for nothing more than to be illogical.
Sometimes I am so illogical when I wish for nothing more than to be logical.
And so on
And so forth.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC