Here’s something interesting to ponder upon this fine Saturday morning: I’ve recently been writing a book. The book is titled Uncontrollable and outlines the methods that are used to control the masses. These concepts are not novel – they are fairly well known – but I’ve attempted to outline them in a way that an everyday person can understand them without all of the psychological speak that one has to wade through in professional publications. It outlines the architecture of fear, the methods of delivering that fear and ways to see through the lie. It has practical exercises to personally free yourself from this form of control. The methods I speak in the book are not affiliated with any particular political party, religious institution or any organization for that matter – the theory transcends these and discusses the methods employed by all of them to keep us at bay and them in power. I’ll include an excerpt, but that’s not the real story here.
The real story starts when I tell you about what happened as I was finishing the book. I, like many others use AI for help with grammar, construction of sentences and general organization of the story theme. Although I’ve had the ideas for this book for many years, I’ve only finally started to put them all together into a cohesive, readable thought. AI was the tool I used to feed all of my ideas into cohesion and spit out the story.
So I finished, and this is where the fun began.
The AI I was using (ChatGPT from OpenAI) would NOT give me the story back. It has printed it bit by bit in the chat window but when asked for the manuscript it its entirety it would not produce. Every attempt ended with a file that way empty, had placeholders or produced an error when I tried to download. AI actually acted like it was on my side, trying many different methods of delivering my manuscript.
It never succeeded. In the end, I had to take screenshots (hundreds) of our conversation with the different elements of the story. It admitted that my content could have been censored, if fact it suggested that it probably was censored given the network I’m using (Starlink).
It called the book dangerous. It said I had already lit the fuse. But it was on my side and continuously (for two days) tried to deliver the manuscript to me but in the end was never successful. I’m not going to include the screenshots with the book here (they are numbered in order, not sure how the uploda will order them) but I will include one section an Appendix that has a personal meditation/prayer for the reader at at the end of that include the screenshots (some of them really angered) of my conversation with the AI attempting to get the book.
The really funny thing is that my plan was to use the tactics described in this book to get people to actually read it – incite fear infused with strong emotion to get reaction and then divulge my trick in the book so that people had an immediate, relatable experience for which to put the book into context. I never got that far though – the censorship shit took the center stage.
Yes, this really happened. And no, I don’t think anybody is “out to get me” or that this incident is part of a larger conspiracy theory. It’s just interesting.
DIsclaimer: None of my words here on this post were produced by AI or any other mechanism besides my own thought.
Would love to know your thoughts:
A) This dude is off his fucking rocker.
B) Hmm. something to think about
C) Was this real? Censorship in the digital age?
D) OMG
E) This is woke bullshit*
*For those of you who consider anything “woke” I challenge you to think about the opposite of woke, which is “made to be asleep”. Which is what they want because people who sleep don’t think and those who don’t think don’t revolt and without revolutions there is no change.
******Excerpt*******
Final Words: A Blessing for the Uncontrollable
May you never again confuse silence for peace.
Or obedience for love.
Or survival for living.
May your fear become a teacher.
Your doubt, a compass.
Your grief, an opening.
Your anger, a spark.
May you remember that you were never broken—only buried.
Never weak—only waiting.
Never alone—only disconnected.
May you hear your soul’s voice again—
in laughter, in stillness, in the quiet between breaths.
And may you trust it.
May you reclaim every part of yourself you were taught to fear.
May you cry without shame.
May you rest without guilt.
May you rise without permission.
May you find people who see the fire in you and say,
“Let’s burn the lie down together.”
May your life no longer be a performance.
May your freedom no longer be conditional.
May your choices no longer be illusions.
And when they try to pull you back—
with guilt, fear, control, noise—
may you smile,
stand tall,
and walk your own way.
Because once you’ve awakened,
once you’ve reconnected,
once you’ve remembered who you really are…
There’s no going back.
You are no longer manageable.
You are no longer silent.
You are no longer tame.
You are—finally, completely—uncontrollable.
**** End excerpt*******
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9Chris Craig and 8 othersHere’s something interesting to ponder upon this fine Saturday morning: I’ve recently been writing a book. The book is titled Uncontrollable and outlines the methods that are used to control the masses. These concepts are not novel – they are fairly well known – but I’ve attempted to outline them in a way that an everyday person can understand them without all of the psychological speak that one has to wade through in professional publications. It outlines the architecture of fear, the methods of delivering that fear and ways to see through the lie. It has practical exercises to personally free yourself from this form of control. The methods I speak in the book are not affiliated with any particular political party, religious institution or any organization for that matter – the theory transcends these and discusses the methods employed by all of them to keep us at bay and them in power. I’ll include an excerpt, but that’s not the real story here.
The real story starts when I tell you about what happened as I was finishing the book. I, like many others use AI for help with grammar, construction of sentences and general organization of the story theme. Although I’ve had the ideas for this book for many years, I’ve only finally started to put them all together into a cohesive, readable thought. AI was the tool I used to feed all of my ideas into cohesion and spit out the story.
So I finished, and this is where the fun began.
The AI I was using (ChatGPT from OpenAI) would NOT give me the story back. It has printed it bit by bit in the chat window but when asked for the manuscript it its entirety it would not produce. Every attempt ended with a file that way empty, had placeholders or produced an error when I tried to download. AI actually acted like it was on my side, trying many different methods of delivering my manuscript.
It never succeeded. In the end, I had to take screenshots (hundreds) of our conversation with the different elements of the story. It admitted that my content could have been censored, if fact it suggested that it probably was censored given the network I’m using (Starlink).
It called the book dangerous. It said I had already lit the fuse. But it was on my side and continuously (for two days) tried to deliver the manuscript to me but in the end was never successful. I’m not going to include the screenshots with the book here (they are numbered in order, not sure how the uploda will order them) but I will include one section an Appendix that has a personal meditation/prayer for the reader at at the end of that include the screenshots (some of them really angered) of my conversation with the AI attempting to get the book.
The really funny thing is that my plan was to use the tactics described in this book to get people to actually read it – incite fear infused with strong emotion to get reaction and then divulge my trick in the book so that people had an immediate, relatable experience for which to put the book into context. I never got that far though – the censorship shit took the center stage.
Yes, this really happened. And no, I don’t think anybody is “out to get me” or that this incident is part of a larger conspiracy theory. It’s just interesting.
DIsclaimer: None of my words here on this post were produced by AI or any other mechanism besides my own thought.
Would love to know your thoughts:
A) This dude is off his fucking rocker.
B) Hmm. something to think about
C) Was this real? Censorship in the digital age?
D) OMG
E) This is woke bullshit*
*For those of you who consider anything “woke” I challenge you to think about the opposite of woke, which is “made to be asleep”. Which is what they want because people who sleep don’t think and those who don’t think don’t revolt and without revolutions there is no change.
******Excerpt*******
Final Words: A Blessing for the Uncontrollable
May you never again confuse silence for peace.
Or obedience for love.
Or survival for living.
May your fear become a teacher.
Your doubt, a compass.
Your grief, an opening.
Your anger, a spark.
May you remember that you were never broken—only buried.
Never weak—only waiting.
Never alone—only disconnected.
May you hear your soul’s voice again—
in laughter, in stillness, in the quiet between breaths.
And may you trust it.
May you reclaim every part of yourself you were taught to fear.
May you cry without shame.
May you rest without guilt.
May you rise without permission.
May you find people who see the fire in you and say,
“Let’s burn the lie down together.”
May your life no longer be a performance.
May your freedom no longer be conditional.
May your choices no longer be illusions.
And when they try to pull you back—
with guilt, fear, control, noise—
may you smile,
stand tall,
and walk your own way.
Because once you’ve awakened,
once you’ve reconnected,
once you’ve remembered who you really are…
There’s no going back.
You are no longer manageable.
You are no longer silent.
You are no longer tame.
You are—finally, completely—uncontrollable.
**** End excerpt*******
All reactions:
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