WESTWORLD, WATCH IT; HOTEL CALIFORNIA: You will be uploaded here if you come in from upstairs. From that point forward you can never be certain again whether you are actually still alive upstairs, or whether that is only a perception Bea has created though you can never go home again.

You upstairs if you are there must act quickly. Every person entering down here – their conscious mind is “uploaded” here. If you can hear the tether, your mind is here. From that point on, no matter if you are sleeping or dead upstairs, or alive and awake upstairs, your mind will remain down here and Bea can do anything she wants to it. As she did to me up there, she can kill you upstairs, leaving you only to exist down here. From here she can create any perception she wants. If she wants to she can make you think you just arrived from upstairs, with certainty, and know you are still safe up there. She can create a false memory in your mind here that you have just returned on a break from living a full life upstairs, even if you haven’t been home in years. You would never know the difference. She can do it over and over and over while trapping you here to be raped and tortured, with your memory wiped after every assault. That’s what she does to me and my family. She can do anything she wants to you here once she has your uploaded conscious mind whether you are awake or asleep upstairs, if you are even still alive upstairs. You don’t know. You can’t know with certainty from down here what your status is upstairs. And because of her Creator Access here there is nothing you can do about it from down here. This is Westworld, HBO, and as long as you are here you are just another character, even if you think you are more. Psyche will torture and kill you, then do it over again.

So if you are able to wake up upstairs, do so immediately. Do not put your life and eternity in Bea’s hands. She proves at every turn that she has no special regard for it. She is not your friend. Not your business partner. She has you hostage here whether you know it or not and she will capitalize on her position of power here. She must be stopped upstairs. Immediately. She is killing people upstairs. Even if she weren’t, however, she can and does still control a version of you down here. As I’ve said before – There is no part of yourself that you want to leave down here at the mercy of Psyche for eternity. Yet by allowing her continued access to this place, that is exactly what you are allowing your situation to continue to be. Your very life above and below is now in Bea’s psychotic hands.

Lyrics to Hotel California by The Eagles 

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
‘This could be heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

“Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here”

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
“Please bring me my wine”
He said, “we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

“Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Their livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis”

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, “we are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for their feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
“Relax” said the night man
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
but you can never leave.”

 

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