The Undoing of the Troublemaker: How Femininity and the Gauls Did It

To put an end to play-acting and corruption

When we go inside the Mind of our ancestral Self we find it offline, in a twilight zone. Undeveloped and unable yet to relate to friends within the interrelationships of Creation. Able now only to encounter things of its imagination. Things that are “there” only because the self of self-unawareness isn’t there. The first being the dotted-line reverse-reflection that accompanies all movement. That was rendered unreal and inactive by Definition of the way things are when Mind-Relationship set about to perform its part in Creation under the Guidance of Definition.  And has done so since Spontaneity-Love-Empathy and Order-Logic-Differentiation first came together with Energy in the Now spontaneously.

To initiate the first movements of Evolution with its essential first step: the resting of unrest by its inactivation in Reality. By an essential act of Spontaneity beyond any possibility of willfulness changing and corrupting it. Ensuring that the unresolved question of to be or not to be, when there’s no one all-encompassing perspective to answer it – no one big picture at rest, static and inert, a Jabba the Hut so immobilized by the bulk of its contentment that Princess Leia could dispose of it with her bare hands  — won’t be questioning and contradicting, suspecting and dividing, when the Self created by Love-Logic initiates Movement with its perspective.

When it initiates the sequence of Logic not with a derivative but with the original: the thing questioned, not with its questioning. Then following this first step to activate Mind-Relationship, illuminate Self with the light of Awareness, and proceed ultimately to the birth of Sapiens ancestor Free Choice. To its story now showing at a theatre near you. The long-running morality play Star Wars, a succession of situations posing over and over the same tests of character and integrity. Until the bulb over its audience lights up and Sapiens realizes that life on Earth isn’t meant for its entertainment. It’s meant for it to pass the tests and remove their enactments from its Mind. To put an end to play-acting and corruption and get to work where it isn’t a beast in a hierarchical kingdom of beasts.

Something happening!

When we looked inside our ancestral unconscious Mind we observed it imagining that it was encountering an impossibility. A separate being. Its own reverse reflection having no self to pose as a separate being and so representing its not-self with a mirror. The next best thing but never a sure thing if the beholder might realize that it was looking into a mirror. Setting up the condition responsible for the eternal fear haunting the Psyche of Sapiens: that it will learn to differentiate between the self that it is and the mirror image that it thinks it is. And so turning all of its influence toward avoidance of mirrors. Of anything suggestive of introspection, self-evaluation, and accountability. Of an inner moral compass that’s independent of what “others” do when they’re obeying the tribal “morality” of Machiavellian expedience.

When we look inside the reverse-code reflected in the mirror there’s nothing to see at first. Until it’s infiltrated the Mind of its beholder, its host. And then what we see is a troublemaker set loose in the house of self-unawareness. Unable to evade detection but able to evade recognition. By taking advantage of the same attributes that rendered it inactive on the back-reverse side of Mind:

• Not being definitive and so able to define itself to suit the occasion.
• Not being real and so able to feign reality any way it can:
  • Starting with the feelings of its Mind-host that assure it that if whatever it is is capable of making it cry or making it happy, making it feel validated or pissing it off, it’s definitely “there.”
  • Then on to the fun of making up substitutes for meaning to distract its host. Greek Olympics, Roman chariot races, and world cups; clanging cymbals and operatic arias; blinding flashes of lightning accompanied by ear-splitting thunder; gun fights between Clanton Gangs and Doc Hollidays at OK Corrals; Mongolian hordes galloping across the steppes of Russia to conquer Europe; Teutonic knights, berserk Vikings, and D. W. Griffith Ku Klux Klanners getting in on the act.

Something happening!

Into a tumbrel of authoritarian waste

When we look inside Sapiens’ ancestral metaphysical Self now, after it’s mistaken its reflection for an “other” and welcomed a “friend” into its Mind, what we see is a troublemaker doing what it is: making its host mortally afraid of looking at who it is. Sewing distrust, jealousy, and fear everywhere it goes to throw its imaginary pursuers off its track. A conspiracy theorist spinning endless variations of the same theme: “they” did it. “They” hate you. Always “they” and never “I.” Never “me” or “myself.” An entire world of make-believe consisting of “them.” Whose capital must be periodically sacked by mass defenestration. Getting even with “them,” the source of all its troubles.

The message heard forever by son of a Convolvulus mother who seeks safety in passive uninvolvement and avoidance of accountability. Finding it in the invisibility of her reverse-reflection, a vote of “present” from an empty seat. The message heard by Convolvulus husband who detects in his Convolvulus wife not deflection of toxicity onto “them” but validation of an “us.” A comrade-in-arms against common enemies of the imagination, assurance of undisturbed peace of mind. Of family harmony achieved by a psychopathic troublemaker doing the “thinking,” “judging,” and executing for both of them.

So long as he avoids joining her gallery of rogues. Unaware that the executioner’s manipulations already have his number in the police lineup with his mug shot. Unaware that he’s one of the condemned. The only kind among the living entitled to life expectancy with an executioner. Dead-man-walking.

An “us” that reverse-reflection may never, ever accept for itself, knowing that the “us” it offered to its host was separation, division, and self-annihilation. Certain that an offer of relationship from any “other” can’t be sincere or helpful. Thus damned forever to remain a monolithic solo act, one-sided and one-dimensional. Obsessed with denying others life lest they live any of it at its expense, trapping itself in a hellscape of isolation and retribution. The arch-enemy of Relationship. The wounded, corrupted Psyche of a Tortuous Convolvulus. Mommie Dearest, wielding her Tarot Hanged Man card from her Tower of Destruction. Willing her children into a tumbrel of authoritarian waste.

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How Femininity and the Gauls Did It

The enemy you love to hate

What happened in this netherland of shadows and sounds? The first stirrings of the familiar phenomenon we call “life on Earth,” that were anything but familiar to our metaphysical Self. Choice, a Child delivered into a netherland between Reality and unreality. In need of training to learn its function before it could complete its birth into Reality. Free Choice. Its faculties of Mind and senses undeveloped, in need of guidance. And so welcoming its own reverse-reflection into its thoughts and feelings because unable to tell the difference. Splitting it in two. One part the Mind-Child that it is but now corrupted. The other a manipulation put there by its “guest.” The corrupter. Who manipulated the story of what just happened into its reverse: a hostile invasion. A triumph of the will over Mind.

Setting the stage for virtual reality of “life on Earth.” The Grand Illusion where per-versions of Reality challenge the trainee to tell the difference. To take up the cause of Reality and Truth, Character with Conscience and Integrity. Against Machiavellian expedience and conspiracy-theorizing by ass-kissing corruption. The enemy you love to hate: Erich von Stroheim. Our tormenter. Our teacher.

How could a lifeless, invisible ghost make itself detectable? If it’s but a mirror with no self or reflection of its own it deceives and manipulates. A mirror in the hand of Love-Logic Self-Awareness will respond to its beholder with Trust, questioning who it is to help it find what it seeks: Self-Awareness. In the hand of reverse-reflection it will “help” the beholder with distrust, to find what it isn’t seeking: mis-identification with its reverse-reflection. Reflecting what? Whatever it wants its confused host to see. A “friend” who can help it. A “savior.” Anything but what it is, its beholder’s reverse-reflection. An imposter. A joker with a thousand masks. A trickster with a thousand tricks. A herd of wild beasts. Help it do what? Find its lost awareness of its Self. In reverse, by losing it in a hallucination of not-selves. Embodiments and not-personators of itself. Mirrors all. Reflections all. Virtual reality brought to “life” by facsimiles of “action.” A stupendous feat of “Let’s Pretend” brought to life inside a Dave & Buster’s glass case.

Chumps at sea

You do see the humor? A well-meaning boob stumbling around in the dark coming across a fantasy of anything goes. Tricked by a part of its own mind, a dotted-line impossibility inherited from its Parents when they triggered imaginary opposition with their first Movement. Its own irrationality, into believing that it’s being escorted to the presidential suite when it’s being taken to the hotel’s laundry chute. The metaphorical “mirror” that’s causing disarray, unrest, and instability in the Psyche of Mind-Child and its earthly projections. Misunderstood as an instrument in its own right when it’s but a manipulation of the instruments of its beholders. “Others.” Reverse mirror-image occupants of Plato’s Cave coded like motion sensors to light up when suckers approach. Jane Austen’s women idling at home in slovenly disarray in Pride and Prejudice (1813), until Mr. Darcy’s arrival is imminent. Mr. Moneybags – prey! “Places” call for predators to ready themselves for the kill. To look busy when Jesus is coming.

The only “vision” available to self-unawareness: Hallucinating. Making stuff up in anything goes when there’s nothing to stop it. Where the first “movement” it sees is its own reflection. Mistaken for an “other.” Unctuous and ingratiating at first. A crisp hotel porter escorting them and their matching Samsonite suitcases to their suite. A maître d’hôtel welcoming monsieur et madame to the rooftop café and assigning them to their V.I.P. table by the window. Then anticipating eggs benedict and champagne from room service the next morning only to wake up inside a zoo. Now to be congratulated for ranking higher in its animal kingdom of hierarchy than animals in cages. Unaware that Earth is a cage and they its prime exhibits. Their “paradise” of anything goes where they’ve just insulted, debased, and made fools of themselves. Then to display their self-debasement on stage in a parody of the miracle of “creation.” A Confederacy of Dunces (1980), Saps at Sea (1940). A Sucker Is Born Every Minute (1890?). Chumps.

Hera

“Fate,” another name for reverse-reflection’s code. A dotted-line reflection that has no life or definition of its own. That accompanies every movement forward – Newton’s law. Not only inseparable from its beholder, one and the same as its beholder. Mistaken for an “other,” embraced as though it were a soulmate. An imaginary distillate of everything opposite to Reality-Creation, piped like sewage into the purity of Mind-Child’s Psyche. There to behave like Tortuous Convolvulus, the expert troublemaker in Asterix and the Roman Agent (1970). Setting friend against friend. That Julius Caesar sent to wage psychological warfare against the little Gaulish village.

“See jealousy spread as the Gauls become suspicious of each other! Can Asterix and Obelix, with the expert aid of the druid Getafix, outwit the weedy but wily Convolvulus and get the village back to normal?” – Openscroll.org 05/23/25

Can Dad Uranus and Son Cronus, with the expert aid of the Guide Jesus, outwit the weedy but wily executioner-troublemaker Mom Gaia and get family back to normal? Put a stop to her incessant setting friend against friend until everyone is a seething, writhing mass of jealousy like herself. Gaia among the Titans, then her daughter Rhea, mother of the Olympians. The “sky father” of ancient Greek mythology a projection of similar traits, the male version of tribal human-ape’s Psyche.  Zeus the Olympian. Machiavellian, narcissistic, and psychopathic – the “dark triad” of psychopathology. A precis of the reverse-reflection in Sapiens’ metaphysical Self’s mirror, whose female counterpart was “mother earth.”

Then Hera:

“In Greek mythology, [Hera] is queen of the twelve Olympians and Mount Olympus, sister and wife of Zeus, and daughter of the Titans Cronus and Rhea. One of her defining characteristics in myth is her jealous and vengeful nature in dealing with any who offended her, especially Zeus’s numerous adulterous lovers and illegitimate offspring.” — Wikipedia 05/24/25

She was the dramatis persona from the metaphysics of Sapiens’ story whose precis matches that of Tortuous Convolvulus. The troublemaker of earthly notoriety who divides family and friends from behind her mask of unifying motherhood. Sapiens’ reverse-mother, a Hera,. A figure of ambiguity among the goddesses of Olympian mythology. Jealous, playing favorites, offering and suffering offense in the time-honored practice of manipulation. When to act as well as to be a goddess she could have desisted. Rising instead of yielding to every occasion.

How the Gauls did it

You’re attracted to Femininity? The Femininity of metaphysics, like Masculinity, isn’t complicit in the antics of body-idolizing females, her reverse mirror-opposites. The chimera of a magic act staged for the amusement of a Mind taken over, like Andrew Jackson’s White House, by riffraff. While Sapiens’ Psyche is sliced and diced by psychopathic females aping their scheming antecedents of Greek mythology, there exists within it another figure of surpassing Beauty and appeal. Parent’s love of Child. Empathetic to the point of tears and infinitely inclusive.

As despicable as one might find the antics of women, their hold on the imagination pales in comparison with that of Femininity. But one more perspective among many to choose from if you buy into her modesty. But if you’re paying attention she’s all there is. The many variations of stinkers out there are bit parts in a side show. Gaia and her psychopathic descendants striving with their uniquely odious provocations to maintain a lie: that what transparently isn’t is. That what’s obviously unreal is real, absurd is logical, false is true. And what proves it is the disgust they evoke within the minds of their victims.

If Love must have its reverse-reflection opposites scheming against her then it would be characters denying integrity like female versions of Tortuous Convolvulus. Of whom female ape-humans are one specimen. So obviously a stage act of manipulation that when it tweaks male Sapiens’ fury it’s ashamed to admit it. How did the Gauls take care of the Roman Agent? By undoing his lies that had stoked their distrust and turned them against one another. Then by making the Romans aware of how they themselves were being manipulated, until instead of being manipulated into a fight both sides turned on Convolvulus, their common enemy.

As parent-child casualties of Convolvulus’ lies must do to honor the bond between them. And as Sapiens must do to disarm the bad thing in its Psyche: see through its lies and stop listening to it. Stop letting it manipulate us into attacking ourselves and choose instead to listen to a Guide that’s helping to bring us together.