Kitchen Mishmash ~ LA PENSINE MUTINE (EN)

All our words are but crumbs that fall from the feast of our mind.
Khalil Gibran

With Thanksgiving just a few weeks away — ahead or behind depending on whether you live in the United States or in Canada —, what more natural for the patsies of the farce than to give thanks to the cracked pots of the matrix? The faceless cooks who work so eagerly to groom us, pulling out all the stops in order to extract every last drop of the precious nectar from the cornucopia. Loosh cooking is a flourishing business, as illustrated by this month's King of Diamonds: an archetype of strategic ambition and prosperity. However, for us, this card would be an invitation to move forward despite doubts, exhorting us to take action, lest we end up bogged down in inertia, and to stand firm amidst the turmoils of matrix life.

Nightmare in Your Plate

From the Latin coquina, which became cocīna, cooking refers to the preparation of food, while gastronomy, from the Greek gastèr, “belly, stomach,” and nomos, “law,” literally means “the art of regulating the stomach”, combining a certain level of expertise in preparing meals, selecting refined products, and the know-how to savour them.

Thus, cooking does not necessarily equate with gastronomy, as some dishes rather tend to deregulate the stomach. This is referred to as junk food or, more recently, as “eco-friendly” cuisine. We're no longer just dealing with processed food, GMOs, preservatives, pesticides and other toxic ingredients, but also with synthetic food and insect flour, adding to the long list of slow poisons in our “diet”. Alchemy of death would be a more appropriate term for these deadly concoctions.

The greatest achievement in cooking is to be able to fill stomachs with imagination.
Jose Manuel Fajardo

But all it takes is a little effort — to create a cosy atmosphere, with beautifully laid tables, skillfully arranged dishes and exotic names that trigger taste bud memory — for hyper-vigilant activists to suddenly suffer from selective amnesia and forget about the whole supply chain. Forbid them to eat out and they will forget all about the cricket powder you want them to ingest. Proud as they are to bend the rules, they'll throw caution to the wind and willingly rush off to where you meant them to go.

Who Eats Whom?

The next major pitfall is tricking humans into believing that they are at the top of the food chain, when in fact they are its main resource, while some, driven by ethical considerations, mistakenly think they can escape the cycle of predation with a plant-based diet.

However, eating fruit and vegetables is also eating “life”. We have no choice but to draw on the energy of other kingdoms (both animal and plant) to sustain ourselves, because that is how we were designed.

Humans and animals are a passageway and conduit for food, hostels of death, conduits of corruption, making a living off the death of others.
Leonardo da Vinci

The only difference between a meat-based and a plant-based diet lies in the presence or absence of blood, and therefore memories that pollute one's subtle bodies and lower their vibration. It is essentially a conscious individual choice: to consume memories — which, in turn, will consume you — or to transmute them. Unfortunately, this choice has become yet another excuse to polarise and divide people.

Restaurant Star Awards and Reality Cooking Shows

Thus, from a basic biological necessity, cooking has become a source of division on several levels: those who go hungry vs. those who overeat; those who “chow” out of necessity vs. those who “savour” for pleasure; those who consume memories vs. those who burn them.

Most importantly, it has now become an essential cultural feature — a show in its own right, a “boiling business” where egoic appetites take precedence over those of the stomach. We no longer eat our food: we put it on display. We no longer savour the substance: we show it off on Instagram. When cooking turns to entertainment, it's a clear sign that hunger no longer resides on our plates, but in our souls.

Behind the cult of healthy eating is the same control mechanism: creating a need and then artificially fulfilling it. Gastronomy is now just another link in the great food chain — a liturgy of taste that stirs up hunger without ever satiating it.

Just like the military “top brass” or the who's who of Hollywood, Top Chefs also have their stars. Whether pinned to hats or uniforms, or embedded in cement paving, they all point to the same vault: that of the archontic heavens. These stars, touted as badges of excellence, are actually the seals of brilliant enslavement.

It's no longer about raising but luring consciousness. And no matter how many crumbs we are given, the bill is always steep and the pill bitter to swallow.

The Last Supper

Since everything always seems to revolve around tables, whether forced to spill the beans or encouraged to take careless vows induced by alcohol fumes (which keep you in a state of impaired consciousness), no archontic recipe has ever been more expertly cooked up than that of the Last Supper. Under the guise of communion and sharing, it has never been anything more than a protocol for assimilation. For although blood is a symbol of life, it is first and foremost a carrier of memory.

Saying “this is my blood” is tantamount to offering one’s memories for assimilation and integration. And whoever drinks this blood also consumes the egregore it contains. These are the foundations of the first great karmic cuisine: a vibrational feast where humans, misled into believing they were communing, actually bonded to the archontic intelligence they worshipped via this blood connection.

The wine was merely a code, a signature. Behind the promise of collective salvation was the hive-mind project: one body, one mind, one network. Assimilation was not metaphorical. It was cellular.

If one must laugh or sing in the midst of a feast,
A doctor is then at his wit's end:
A glutton takes all the glory.
Come on, you old fools, go learn how to drink.
Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux

And whilst the guests raise their glasses one more time to what they think is “life”, the archons savour their favourite dish: humanity al dente.