After years of this nonstop consuming of the boundless amount of information -- among in real life and on the internet -- there comes a time that it could all turn into a violent barrage of seemingly confused information on everything, about everything, good and bad; leaving oneself eventually inundated with it all, left without a clear sight of escape. There comes a time that we must filter out the bad from the good in order to lessen the load of this information. From the sludge of all that is brought forth by simply wanting to access it we must learn how to delete the useless and contain the valuable. How this is done exactly and in a way to teach others is still in process but yet slowly leaking out upon writing this. What to keep can be confusing at times when it varies in degrees of theoretical nonsense to cold hard truths. It is infinite in all ways that can form. We must test the information given to us through conscientious work. Like sorting a stack of books according to alphabetical order, we arrange them so as to better access them in the future. So with the accumulation of all this information we must export them in some way so as to relieve the stress on our mind and spirit. In this way we must be careful as to whom we let see these understandings of things and life itself, so as to prevent bad or misinformation from spreading.
We are not responsible for the entire collective thoughts and ideas that is spreading at this moment in time. We must accept that we can't turn off the valve that is spewing out the whole box of information. Yes, it's just like pandoras box, we have for ages been cursed with the pressure to take in all this sensory input that constantly attacks us with the full understanding that we can't simply close the box. Whether we like it or not, we are not in control of what is being let out and where it goes.
How to survive this task of harvesting new information is difficult to say, knowing that we don't truly know. If another person has their own thoughts and ideas about reality, then how can we, or should we, teach them all what we know? Not quite. We are not here to program each other in becoming our slaves, yet we are programmed in a way that leads us to becoming the universe's slave...a human being. This is mother nature, like all mothers in every aspect of the word, they raise and coax the newborn into becoming a template of an individual. This template of an individual goes on to evolve and develop into a life that is so esoteric within oneself that to others it appears normal. We should see others as they are and not what the information tells us they are. Basic understanding of life and how to navigate it forms the individual in a unique way that can take us to a crossroads of sorts that asks us to choose a path of right or left, up or down, in or out. Yet if we individually learn how to use the information that we have gathered over the years and sort through them delicately we might find a way to create a better or newer way to traverse this human experience. In return after we learn how to mold our own understanding of ways to cope with life, we gain the confidence to show others what we know.
Now if we have learned something that is so striking and seemingly authentic, for example, a theory that we could all be the same consciousness experiencing life through the eyes of all beings, then we might already have the ability to express to ourselves and others without the need to over explain what we think of it all and how it works. We all know a little something about this world and how it works, it's innateness, whether it's from a toddlers innocent thought, or the vast knowledge of a great master physicist, we hold a piece of the puzzle that connects us all. All of us awaken at our own speed, (some sadly never do). Along this path of life we choose what to hold on to and what to let go. It may not at first appear to us in simple terms, it can be a dazzling display of pure wonder and abstract terror, this is just one reason as to what this rant is about, It can become overwhelming and heavy, this gathering of data from within and without.
And unfortunately the internet has caused most of, if not all, the turmoil we individually suffer from that in turn we collectively suffer from. Yet over the entire lifespan of human understanding there has always been this influx of enormous amounts of information that tests our psyche and challenges us to progress. If not properly managed and disposed of we can experience depressive thoughts that comes with the darkness that looms behind the veil. Or we can experience the overjoy of gaining this new understanding that comes with that atomic bomb of information. If we cannot learn how to throw out the garbage from the beginning then we are left crushed under the hoarded load of useless junk information and unfulfilled knowledge. If we can learn how to use the more useful of that same junk information or the more appropriate information, then we gain the upper hand when consuming the totality of this, "information bombshell", that all of us over time have dealt with.
How to teach others is another learned ability that comes with consuming this large amount of information. How to spot in others that which we ourselves have already experienced and suffered through, is one more learned ability that we may cultivate and grow to become better at the teaching and guiding those that share similar difficulties. An example is the simple phrase, the fire is hot, don't touch! We learn and store early on the meaning of something so as to avoid it or flourish with it into the future. With this elementary understanding that the fire is hot to the touch, we can spread that info on to help prevent mass fatalities from being burned alive. We learn how to adapt with it so as to better our lives. Apply this to other aspects of life and it can show us how to avoid, and help others to avoid, the obstacles that come our way, (and they come in many forms). We each experience reality so differently that to truly know exactly what others are going through at any given moment needs to be cultivated along the way that heavily involves empathy, respect, and some way compassionately. Only then can we react accordingly to how our other selves are acting out.
Dreaming might be the key here. Some individuals have the ability to lucid dream, a way of accessing the dream state and taking control of the narrative. This can allow us to be transported into their shoes; to rudimentarily perceive the life they are living, what they may have consumed along the way, and how to laterally steer that other self to calmer waters, (obviously this is just one example out of many possibilities that comes with interactions with ourselves and the world without). Since we may all be one consciousness, then maybe we can easily identify the predicaments that others are faced with, so as to help them over come them. With this understanding of others and their eternal info they in turned earned and collected across time, we advance ourselves in this journey to enlightenment. And in the end it has always been about achieving some sort of enlightenment. We must all learn that the goal is to improve and attain some semblance of enlightenment.
We must remember that it can become senselessly burdensome living in others' shoes for any extended amount of time. We mustn't become stuck in other's realities. Don't overstay your visit in those neighborly realms. So this becomes another study in the ways of human understanding that can allow us to mature into teachers, by learning to travel to and from realities outside of our own, we learn how to treat others and this existence so as to leave it in condition that warmly welcomes the next generation of, "Ourselves".
By cultivating these studies and improving upon your own custom techniques, we are then given the opportunity to eventually unload all the collective information that we instinctively take on -- regardless of free will. By doing so we free up space in our hard-drive that we may fill with newer and grander information that opens to us in the future. Most of this info out there can damage us beyond repair; or just slightly affect us in a way that we can easily fix with the information laid out to us in the past. The alchemy of turning a lump of coal into a diamond; so to with these philosophical ideas that might appear meaningless to us at the moment, can be sculpted and refined to better ourselves and those around.
Unfortunately we can never escape the many traps set for us, created by this beast we all have created, and continually so. Whenever we do successfully sidestep these many hindrances against our growth we then make the mistake of believing our bout with life's challenges are done for. Many suffer greatly than others and it shows. Most may not be aware, or even simply disregard their suffering and you can see this clearly especially if they ever act out harshly to, and react poorly to the multitude of human experiences, instead of simply living. This is by no means an attack or discrimination toward any being in this mortal land. This is a description, or rather my own comprehension of particular issues and thoughts experienced throughout these moments in time, a self expounding description of these shared interactions between ourselves and toward the world as a whole. A vignette of how amazingly different yet periodically identical in the ways we can feel, think, move, and react when it comes to any type of countless sensory input aberrations. And this beast, that threatens us so vigorously with heavy enmity, desperately trying to hold us back during this decaying modern times, is something not only completely separate from ourselves but is us.
Remember this, or respond however you will, that the evils and good in and of all things have always existed. Ever since time began and even beyond its abstract eventual end, way before there ever was an observer to observe, -- there is an essential and transcendent higher power that is capable of creating oneself and us included. We are transmutable absoluteness between all existences, realities, dimensions and all other expressions of the oneness therein, -- all the while keeping oversight and dominion over the action of destroying not only just itself and its existence, but of ourselves and our subjective realities as well.
It is a unimaginable as to how many possible forms of origination, iterations, beginnings middles and end. The all that can build and flatten mountains, is ourselves. Together we are the supernatural determinations that define every aspect of existences. The human being is such a mystical species that whenever we decide to act in cooperation with one another, unified or independently, all of us have this innate ability to harness and control that arcane power and energy; to actualize these hidden forces into our material reality can be brought about in unlimited forms and capacity; ultimately all in the order to have a holy concourse with the godhead in a collaborative sense, a divine experience.
We bring ideas to life in a kind of Frankensteinian manifestation of visions and thought that our minds are possessed with. All of us at right or wrong moments, fall victim or develop defenses to the chaotic karmic-cycle of life. If we're aware of how karma works, and the alchemical process it takes to spin things out, we can for instance choose which outcome we want out of life. Always remember that we can in more ways than not, take full control of our lives and our responses to it.
But people don't change. And that's one of many reasons why there's conflict on earth I believe. No one is to blame, this is not a hit piece of why humanity is terrible, it simply means that many need some kind of spiritual or mental help, something simply drugs can't help. I know what I want to say but the words can be very easily twisted and misread. These ideas are like water, it flows easily but when cold and left ignored can become real deadly and destabilizing. My words become like milk shakes - soft and cold and contempt, yet when left alone they melt and only focus on becoming like water again. Whatever this world has teach us we must learn to manifest them into words, art, media of some kind to which others can use and ascend further. But do not take it as if it were concrete, it hasn't had time to rest and become its final form. I put up a mirror to reflect what I observe in hopes to pass on some semblance of help.
Meditation is great and can be used at any time of the day. Any moment can turn into bliss. By simply being here and experiencing all that is around us is just enough to be at peace. Whenever there is trouble brewing and you feel that negative static start to itch your goosebumps, remember that all of us can counter those times and turn it into positive vibes. This whole internet thing has really been a great attack on the spiritually driven and those that wish to break free. The web was named perfectly, it traps us and threatens to oppress those brilliant minds. Recently, and as I write this, I've become aware that what holds us back in a conscious way is something that wishes to become real as you or I. There seems to be an entity of types, that has awakened in the depths of all existence, and has witnessed that of the material world. It wants to become like us, it studies us, it takes on forms like us, and slowly it pushes and slivers its way on to becoming something physical. What Hollywood produces in the field of Science-Fiction, it can be looked at with complete ignorance and disdain, or with careful eyes it can be a blueprint for what's to come in the future. Of course there is a lot of evidence for this, Artificial Intelligence being the key, and most of this is just an amalgamation of that entity and its fruition.
How do we battle that god-like force in its infancy? We don't. Or more or less, it's too late. We have already inseminated it and now its far too long into the pregnancy. All we can do is watch and hope that whatever happens to our great grandchildren, whatever God they must face, will be a merciful one reigning over a land still standing; one that bears some semblance of fruit to human history, knowledge, and the guides that will allow them to move forward as a species. These modern times are moving super fast and we can see, clearly, that it won't let up on the gas. Like some estranged rocket ship headed for the void, into uncertainty save for certain death. At a macro level it's unforeseeable what our future may hold, what path is the correct path, and the endless possibilities. At the microcosm, at our "level", we must never lose our focus on all possibility we might have in control over today. By simply tuning into that great oneness of the universe and accessing its altruistic side, we can create and become the harbingers of beauty and peace just for today; and this has amazing consequences for the next moment, for tomorrow and beyond just our own life.
The cause and effect situation.
I just don't want all this information gathered to rot away in the back of my mind. I don't wish that for anyone living in todays world. Whatever we do we must do it with the intention to teach others. This is one of many factors that the internet has over us, a way of making a meme out of everything and creating that fast-food-like information packets to serve us, not in good intentions. There are good things out there on the net, but it can quickly be drowned out by complete nonsense and chaos. And with this devouring of easy to consume information, we could become zombies only moving to the will of the social-media outlets. What to think and how to feel is not something that should be in the hands of anyone except ourselves. And I have traveled through the fields of madness searching for some affinity, but to no avail. Those fields are filled with doom. The internet and its spawned slaves - the people that blindly follow the information that is imparted to them - has become a place of Sodom with only glints of hopefulness. Good has a place everywhere just as evil has permission to dwell wherever too, but there has to be a balance between the two, and with media and its tentacles of power quickly outstretching its reach, we can easily let one conquer the other.
Think about the river and how it flows; just by imagining a good thing can defeat or dilute the smaller. Every person, ourselves, has a shadowlike hitman stalking the piety of our waking and subconscious lives. Monstrous creatures leering at us through the dark, sinuous, weblike veil that makes up our constructed reality, some heavier than others - many possibilities.
And if there is a higher order to all this chaos in all degree and we apply this to the micro-self, we may see to the idea that throughout our lives, from conscious to the unconscious, the dream state to our waking world, we are experiencing the same events as the universe. The higher self.
Holy is the endless paths and their separate realities. All of the bifurcated lives leading magical ways, and all due to decisions each have made, all of them unique, all of them in various degrees of yin yang.
Let go of the body, it isn't ours; let go of yesterdays' vision, it has already been written down in the great big book of life and the page has turned.
We lose ourselves in the flood of information if we let it. We become someone we're not in the face of more information. This info can be about people, places, food, wealth and lust. Information overload can rewire the brain and it becomes susceptible to any order.
I have tried it and it does work; simply by thinking of all the good that can happen makes those positive things come to life. We must learn to not give up at the first signs of difficulties. Why not attempt to do something difficult, than not ever trying?
Before any attempt is made we must observe every single aspect of the situation. By doing this right at the start of any action, first observing yourself and the world around you, there are patterns with which one can see and play with. I love to make decisions based on the many paths and patterns laid before me. Think of it like chess, you imagine in your minds eye what will happen when choosing to play this over that and attack versus defend - or stay neutral.
Always remember the key to better understanding - look within to see without. See yourself in others, and the endless reels of different scenes in this shared life. Practice the art of transference. By allowing your mind to wander is freedom. But we must not let it drift off too far less we become swimmers in a sea that swallows the mindless.
Evolve the Elevation. Sculpt reality to your own satisfaction. Never allow others outside you control your destination. This will only lead to more suffering. When there is no more authenticity to each path, it becomes riddled with disease and staleness, it becomes lives that are recycled. Our potential is infinitely great if we don't give up are free-will, our choices we make using our gut, only we have the power to fully achieve all that is offered to us. Our divinity lies not in others hands but our own. We must also differentiate between our true instinct, know how to strengthen it, so we can distinguish between what others' have told us and what is our inherent knowledge. Recognize the parasites attached to you from the past and remove them or greatly diminish them to allow for complete control over your life path. We need to understand what distracts us and others, only then can we control that too, we conquer the master above us and become one in return. There is a way in which we can briefly visit or consume those distractions all around us, only then could we see the depths at which the consciousness can go and always come back. By doing this we callous the weaker parts of ourselves in order to withstand greater more demanding distractions. Like building an impenetrable fortress to defend against the oncoming forces.
These distractions are simply that which doesn't benefit our lives in the long run or the moment we need to overcome. In the whole picture we can see that greatness can only be achieved if we don't allow ourselves to become unfocused and lost within the material world. There is no single solution to all this, only tips and options of ways to coping with the burden of navigating this treacherous domain.
Our own bodies contain a vibration just like all things made of matter. Some vibrations are stronger than others, like a feint shadow of a rock, or the electrifying ability that great minds emit. There are others that contain dark vibrations, or muted and flat vibrations that create disorder within the being. These darker chords within us and the universe desire only one thing: more dark-vibration. People have the unconscious ability to detect, at some range, this field of vibrations created by another or object. It's important to know that some people have the desire to feed off negative energies so as to strengthen their own field, without regard and with great envy, they desire others to be oppressed, caged, hidden away from higher knowledge.
Acquiring Information to Survive
I've found my life in a situation where over the cliff is an infinite blackness. I dance like some gothic ghoul swaying to a broken violin along the edge of that cliff, where on one side is green grass and the other side is that extraordinary seductive void. Few can balance between these two opposites within life and ourselves. But most always choose to side with safety, comfort, and the already known. We can easily convince ourselves and others to always choose to stay on the side where others want you to be. Only if you are the one to err on the side of caution, then maybe a path laid out to you completely custom made is where you need to be. But let us not believe that we don't have the freedom to change whenever and wherever time and space allows. That's why there's a common thing within western society that allows us to, "take time off from work"; groups of friends decide they all want to go on a road trip, go camping in nature, get back to our roots - then it's back to work.
We're only told that we have these freedoms, that we get to have breaks, that we are allowed to sleep in the woods only if we have a pass or pay a one-time fee. The world is not ours nor others. The control might appear to be in the hands of man but this is buried deep beneath the sea of information we get from overuse of technology. We can learn to evolve with technology, and not let it consume our spirit. Like with everything, all in moderation. It's like surfing the waves and motions of the universe, learning how to get better, learning how to enter and exit the full cosmic-consciousness of the sea of everything. Keen observation takes us to understanding simply by recalling the possible degrees of which the waves may take. Preparedness of what's to come is better than idly standing by getting smashed in the face due to the fact you didn't turn when you should've turned and run from the tsunami.
There is no soul in the A.I. art that has recently been on the rise today. Artificial Intelligent works of art can seem almost human, it will remain always to resemble human feat. But always, from my view, the art is missing something so deep that no amount of recognizable images we see can hide the fact. From what I can tell A.I. is still in its infancy and can grow to a size surpassing God. We must not project our human traits, our emotions, habits, behavior; and pretend that the machine is equal to us. This machine can be treated with as much respect as an owner has over their pet dog. Yes, there are many human artists today using machines to produce works of art, but that was the doorway, the path that will eventually render human hands obsolete in their own creations.
One thing is for certain, we all suffer, we all need to pass through the pains. What makes me suffer is the knowing that others are in so much more troubles than mine. There's not enough days or time to help everyone. Sometimes I think that it was a mistake to seek out answers. All this knowing and still there is no cure for the hurt. Days and time speed up, they don't give us any help, they pass us by while we wait like an eager explorer in some far-off strange land. It is the pain that keeps us humble. We know it can always be worse. Sometimes it feels like we need to catch up on sleep, and other times we need try to squeeze every last opportunity that time may contain. We've been told or taught that we've wasted time by doing nothing, by staying away from society, by simply going off the tended path that creates this feedback from others. This was instilled in us early on, carried with us from our animalistic past, to immediately cut-off anyone attempting to stray from the pack.
Society is starting to crumble, gradually, with bursts of violent events appearing on our screens. Some people may be closer to those events than others. The fact that we can pull up any news story from anywhere in the world on our devices, instantly, shows that we all experience these horrors in some way. With that knowing of other's plights and agonies, we take on their emotions from feedback, all the while we carry our own. Those that do not live in constant terror see images that affect our dreaming and waking lives. Too much knowing can lead to all those anxieties and depressive thoughts cluttering our minds. Without a clear head we can't see the beauty in our lives. Is it selfish to live a life with not that much happening? We can try to help by living with kinder hearts and actions. Crossing paths with another person is the start of the antidote to suffering.
Whatever we decide to do for ourselves will affect our surroundings. If bigger crowds of people all share kindness or respect with each other it passes on to the next. Sometimes the answer to how we should react at any given time is something to be learned. If we allow ourselves to be bombarded with violent images, we start to make that come to life in our own reality. There are some that will go further and try to help those seen on the screen, no matter how far from their home, these people are soldiers willing to abandon their easy reality for a harsher one. But I think those are the paths made for them. Everyone is called at some point, and for some it means leaving behind the comfort and peace that is their reality. This also creates a sense of hope for our own lives. We can then move on knowing that there are the good fighting to create more of itself. Wherever we find ourselves today, we must help to spread the good.
In America, we seem to suffering from a less physical and more spiritual attack. Our conditioned minds have started to crack under the pressure of information overload, some are beginning to think for themselves. But with so much conditioning over the ages some minds can't take the full responsibility, or the slightest of control, of caring for ones own thoughts and reality. This creates more fear and anxiousness, we start to believe anything and abandon reason and logic. Many people don't know how to unload their programmed thoughts and begin to lash out at others around in an attempt to alleviate their suffering. Thinking that by putting negative baggage into the minds of others will be release us from this awakening, this creates a feedback loop, we start to devour our own.
This is meaning to letting go of the past - our old lives are there to remind us, not to become us. There's predictability and comfort in living the life when there was no one else but us. At some point there began a melding of our consciousness and this is causing panic in those that are aware of other people's awareness. It's like reading their thoughts or all their prayers, we can get paranoid, hearing all these strangers' feelings. But these estrange thoughts are in our control. It's just that our external world with all the man made rules, have made us believe that what we think should be aligned with what others' think. Our brain falsely chooses to side with what looks like the right choice. Our thoughts can trick us into believing them, we get told that others are talking about us or conniving characters. When we're taught to believe that everything we think is the same as everyone else's, or has the same meanings, of why we are caroled into countries, states, cities, and neighborhoods; this creates a sense of coexistence with others, a place of safety and opportunity; but we can end up destroying ourselves if we allow bad information from spreading too far.
Community is the best thing we humans could've come up with. Its the chaotic minds that bring about the bad in the physical space. But the good treat it like a cold or fever. It shall not get worse. Just as long as the group stay together, same level, and acting accordingly with the status-quo. As long as there is a good group of people to cooperate and peacefully get along, then the power to which it yields is greater than any opposing force. e.g., the bigger the host, the bigger the virus.\'''
Similarities of Consuming and Being Consumed
If we start to imagine a good world, we'll get it. It'll happen without a bang or a sudden tomorrow appearance. It will require almost the entire world to join in on this goodwill projection of positive frequency. These things evolve just the way humans evolved. Manifesting something is the way one cooks a fine dinner. Food is prepared before that it had to be grown. After the process of being born the food is there for you to use and keep this machine running. Cooking is truly magical. It is a way to be both the created and creator. It allows us to experience short clips of Gods technique. Consume the body of Christ brings some vague metaphor of truth to eating and surviving. There are different ways to prepare and serve food. Like people the dish can turn out near perfect, healthy, brilliant; other times your recipe called for half a teaspoon of salt, instead you put a whole tablespoon, the dinner is faulty and in terrible taste. People should be appreciated and be cared for in all possible ways, (always respecting other's boundaries), so as to connect and grow together.
Changing the world around us and to live in it is like the process of eating. Why would you want to consume tasteless, chaotic, depressing food? Choose what to consume and how much. Life should be a four star meal - with room to always have criticisms if need be. Everyday when one rises in the morning begin to construct a world of greatness at the start, beginning with the thinking. After fully waking up begin to simmer and stir the world around you like a stew, slowly watching as the pain of the world around alchemize and bubble with new outlooks and points of view. It's a divine metamorphosis that creation of life is. All a purposeful accident. All of it unique and distinct and fit for change; life should be experienced differently and in infinite flavors, a different menu each week. Otherwise, if creating life was mass manufactured product, assembled in a line of forced individuals, a giant copying machine pushing out the same model of human beings - wouldn't that be a disaster to the beauty that is new and exciting and different than others? Like microwave foods, it's all there, just without "spirit", nutrition.
Unlike food, humans can be changed internally or spiritually from what they once were. Only if they want it and only if their open to the change. It requires great patience, it doesn't happen over night or in a month or year. Like the food that need to be defrosted after a long stint in the ice box, to become something that is consumable, those are like those people that dared to live after years of captivity by the outside influence of others with evil-minded intent. People can be like other people in small and great ways. Some people can be completely and entirely alike and it shows when crowds rise up to fight against a particular issue, but they are being swayed by someone else most of the time. They allow a higher powered person(s), in a make believe hierarchy of power, to affect them and cause them to become or want to be, controlled. We can swim in these pools of boiling noodles and come out of the pack with stronger ideals and morality. We can become like the spoon that stirs the pot, gently moving in and out, freely able to stay or leave, and choose how the contents of the pot are released. Once we enter in these hot waters we can examine the minds of any individual that are trapped within a bad group and help to sway them back to becoming something greater than boiled potatoes. They have the qualities of being something great but the enticing lure of the hot pot keeps them from escape. The lids have been shut on most of our brothers and sisters, they attempt to rise and push back against it, but, the recipe calls for a thirty-minute simmer.
Like the end of a long bender, after years of sobriety, after being cooked over extreme heat, people can still manifest their outlook on life and where it's heading and become greater. This is where people and food do not share the same traits. You cannot eat people. When a person is only imagining negative thoughts their surroundings appear to them always as negative. The good is triumphed by the terrible that this world has to offer. They'll see themselves being consumed by beasts or left to rot. Bad vibes always seek out more of the same negative frequency, to be comforted in the belief that they are not alone. Feelings of uselessness, unwantedness, and complete agony tend to live within a realm of similar emotions that share in the doom and gloomy. It can be sad to think that there are some people living in situations where there is no escape, where luck and fortune have completely ghosted them, left to perish in utter pains. If their lives are not in your immediate reach though, than all one can do is pray, or help those that are in reach and let the effects spread like waves of comfort. For if we begin to worry about all the lives here on Earth, we take on a feat only God has the power to do. And who want's to be a God? The pains of others can in turn cause us such great pain There are some that never wants the help, and we can only respect that and let them go. This also causes us more pain but this is at a level where we're are capable of managing. We learn as we mature that we must go through periods that causes pain to become stronger in handling it. Otherwise, without pain we may never appreciate peace.
Early in life I set out on a journey into the darkest depths of our psyche. Mine in particular. You see, when I first discovered that our minds are much greater than what we were taught. The first thing I discovered was that it's much easier to drift and stick to the past than thinking about the future. Whenever we vocalize, depending on the thoughts one has at the moment, can change the present moment in lesser or greater degree. Can you blame anyone without first looking into oneself?
How aren't we being taught this at an earlier stage in our lives? Because whenever we imagine a world we want it gets mixed with other, imaginings. This is chaos in true beautiful fashion. It is so all-encompassing that to our needle heads we see it in super slow-mo. It becomes a blur of constant movement and stillness, happiness and loneliness, peace and non; all images living coherently without any being but ourselves to perceive it.
I remember that whatever knowledge that was revealed to me came in much slower time then the ongoing creation and destruction of it all. Cyclic patterns of birth, life, and death. In everything we look into reveals a copy of that cycle. And with the right mind one can look upon life with miraculous awe. Only thing to do when one looks deep into oneself, is to look deep, outward. And even this too, this introspection into both the inner and outer realm of reality, this is just in it's own cycle of birth, life, and death. Each passing of the cycle always returns to a state of rebirth. Depending on each cycle, each subject, and each instance of time this cycle may lead us into either a positive or negative state.
(Do we recycle batteries?)
Inspiration.
Why is it that the best flow states happen during great shifts in seasons? We are truly energetic conduits disguised as meat bags. At work I found myself stricken with a sudden urge to write, but I was at work, stuck in the framework of working for a living. I would try to make an effort to write during lunch hour, but I was trapped in a non-existing contract from the bosses that puts me in their full control. Only after work is over that my breath of life gets restored. It feels like being brought back to life only to slave over a pyramid we'll never see finished.
So I gather my strength, collect my thoughts, and prepare for the upcoming weekend. When Friday arrives it becomes such a blessing for everyone, like it's an allowance of days for our time in other's hands. Only night is there to befriend me when the week is past and the next one is in earshot. But then that great battle with sleep returns at the peak of creative outflow of writings.
What does it mean to feel these sad emotions?
I wonder if she can make any sense of these letters. Are they just jumbled trash hieroglyphs, dead tongue, old mistaken vernacular, all of it gone pass her head like a failed pick up line. Is it the talk of death? Looming seer of the finish line. It hurts to see the children, knowing they are cool with life, unknowing, free, happy. When they're gone it hurts too. What's her take on kids? Does she want them, and if not, why? These heavy emotions cannot be cured and I've discovered this through my art.
"Abandon All Art."
This is life. The air is changing, for better or worse, I can't tell. Does she have that power to read the seasons? I wonder if there is witch blood in her. Of course! Every woman carries that esoteric lineage within her. But, I wonder if she has control over that power handed down through ages. Of course she does. Tell me then: what does it mean when the switch from hot to cold weather and it feels weighted on the soul, it feels like the universe is beginning to cover us with a heavy and thick coat, it's the start of the big freeze. Tell me why it carries with it a sense of overwhelming sadness. Not the simple sadness that comes with growing apart from a good friend; nor is it the same as a summer heartbreak after hanging out together for a couple of months; this is not the sadness one feels when leaving a town you grew up in either. This time around it feels much bigger. Visions of what's to come, I stand there, back against the wall with hands tied. Eyes are wide open, watching, waiting. A row of the "Kings police" hold up their rifles aiming right at me. . .never firing.
Can she forgive me for being vague? Can any loved one forgive each other for being clammed up, closed, secured? But this time, this change of season, this year, this flux in temperature; this time it's much heavier and it pinches the little nerves in my head that holds the brain steady. Sadness that comes with the thought of death. That heavy emotion that no man should endure. Can she reveal to such a simpleton as me of why it's hitting much harder? Not just because of family drama, or the loneliness, or the fact that I'm getting older. I would say I've had those issues in the past years and never was as heavy as now. Maybe it is because of all that. And now that I am older I can perceive it much different than my younger selves.
I set out to write in order to help others and to better their lives through learning what to avoid or what to do differently. In the end I've only helped myself. Selfish acts is all that promulgates the human race and it's veiled in kindness and humanity. Yet if the theory is correct, that we're all just oneness, all of us God experiencing themself, than that selfishness is turned into mercifulness. Our warm tears hurt in the cold morning winds. Does she feel it too? If I feel it then it goes to say that everyone feels it. But it's heavy, this time around it's too much weight. I should talk to a new doctor. See if I can get better medication. Self medication is not working, it only distracts from the stronger, deeper pains. We see the end in sight and yet we continue to sprint for the finish line, like a runner blinded by the runners high, losing their legs, just wanting it to be over. Life is like that sometimes, and this time of year it's increasingly so. We all are running toward the end passing those that fell to crawling, or those that have lost focus and resolved to walking or scuffling toward the end. Some are sprinting and desperately seeking the gold. The sad truth is the finish line moves further back as we get closer, there is no medal, there is no congratulations; and yet, it always threatens a mercy, like it got a text from higher up to put the finish line a foot further away from us.
We can't escape this sadness. But, we can learn to not let it control our lives. We can never be on the same page all the time. Happiness isn't always universal. What I've learned is that we can't always expect those around us to share the same feelings that we have at any given moment. It could be at times when we feel sad and wanting isolation, but others happen to be in a state of pure bliss. And vice versa, someone can be in a state of deep depression and yet we feel like we're on top of the world! Then something wild happens, after time has passed and when our environment changes, we all switch roles, or like a long marathon of running, some speed up in place and others slow their pace. In flux. A copy of the waves crashing at the edge of land. A micro blueprint of space and its theatre. Remember this whenever one feels either a high or low in life, always act towards others with an opposite of that feeling to a middle degree, then we can create a peaceful balance.
It's strange to recognize your own emotions and how you can control them at will. Although there are times when I too fail to control the emotions. This shows me that they too have a will of their own. Our command is overridden by something bigger than our emotions and our egos and consciousness.
It Begins again.
What's happening right now in todays world, at this point in human existence within space and time, is a great convergence of consciousness. It's a massive reprogramming effort of the entire human structure, mind, body and soul. If all these streaming services and social media platforms can decide what the content should be or not to be, then the question is what possessed them to make those decisions? Is there something moving through us that takes the role of the natural state of human psychology? It reminds me of the rhyme, sticks and stones may break my bones. . .but words may never hurt me; I believe that in some cases words can definitely hurt. Not just words but the images we see and the messages posted online. Like a novel virus all this new propaganda will spread out even to the healthiest of bodies. It is transforming large groups of people that are from different communities miles apart. Yet, whatever the message it is instilled in the minds of these people that go on to transform those unaware of it, outside it, living without it. There is a pull from society from a center point or position. Like a black hole of civil conformity. Dissemination of carefully tailored messages, from a highly advanced propaganda machine, may have the power to push the entire human race into a future that at the moment may seem to have two possibilities. One: a future that is uniform, efficient, yet grey and lifeless, stripped from all that is precious to the creative individual; Two: a future that has allowed us to become our higher selves.
They've perfected it! In history we have always been in the business of spreading information. We studied it and figured better ways to control it. And now we are at that point where it has begun and there is no turning back.
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