I’ve retracted so far, from so many experiences, from so much life
We are god and the devil, personified. Humanized… So as to excuse our faults.
The absence of purpose/responsibility causes great anxiety —
so we do menial work —
consume distractions —
drug ourselves to stay fuzzy —
— all in avoidance to our self. Our soul.
This “modern world” caters to the meek.
Our society was built on the backs of the disillusioned. The sleepwalkers. The fearfully ignorant.
It needs zombies to survive.
Where would the spirit focus,
If it wasn’t whipped by ego…by insecurity..
There are many facets of soul to ponder -
The dark, as well as light.
We stay in these middle “safe spaces” all too often in our society. Reducing dynamic and multifaceted beings into one dimensional tools. White bread-straight-laced-monogamous-emotionally driven drivel — god/life fearing-products — created with one intention, to mindlessly gorge on the latest novelty and/or gossip. What about the rest of us?
How about the multi-grain bread WITH nuts and a glazed shimmering topping… us curious-sex lovin’-life livin’ bursts of cosmic energy. …
No matter what role I choose this cycle,
from the person I’m “supposed to be”
to the abhorrent, “anti-everything”, twerp -
I’ll end up as dust.
And that’s beautiful.
So be nothing. Do nothing.
Realize you’re arguing for a rat wheel-
For a limitation.
Then start identifying with the trees
….the smallest of the small….
Deflate that grandiosity and illusion.
Only once you’ve stopped “puffing up”,
will you start to do the real work.
It’s not that I don’t care…..
….it’s just that it doesn’t really matter.
and that’s ok….
…it’s better actually.
The problem isn’t laziness, it’s a matter of exploitability.
Some of us won’t be exploited, which pisses off the men in their castles.
We’ve bent over backwards trying to appease a class of grown ass children, who poke and prod their slaves to be grateful for the opportunity to make them millionaires. We barely made it, after rent and food, we had nothing left. As they consider buying a new boat, we consider suicide. We’re in two different worlds.
Then came the collapse, the protests, the insecurity. Now they build bunkers and wait for us all to kill each other…
The problem isn’t life working out like it should.
The problem is you having expectations how life should have worked out.
Of course you can’t turn the ship around. You never could.
And now one wallows in the disappointment that life didn’t work out like planned.
Reinforcing the delusion that you can bend the very fabric of the universe, and the flow of life to your own desires and expectations.
And it’s even more delusional to think that you would gain happiness if you could.
Happiness isn’t gained by getting your desires fulfilled, your expectations met.
It comes from shifting…
Have you been watching the madness what is crypto? Bitcoins up to 64k, 5 years ago it was at $500. Why is it this valuable? What’s really going on??
Well, here’s the thing. Money is based off a belief, it has no real value on its own. Try eating a dollar and you’ll get the idea. At one point we traded using seashells, then bits of brass… eventually pieces of paper with an electronic ledger. We decide which system we choose to use by our support of it. It’s all based on faith… blind faith.
So, when we take a…
……using the terms liberal and conservative is a disservice to understanding each other. Especially since we contain both sides and they change based on stimulation levels/our programming (courage/fear = liberal/conservative)
I’ve started looking at it all with additional categorization. We should really be considering if someone is a progressive or fundamentalist… so now I see 4 categories.
Progressive-Liberal (wants to move forward and is excited about change)
Progressive-Conservative (wants to move forward but is weary of change)
Fundamentalist-Liberal (wants to remain or go back to “a better time” and is excited about it)
Fundamentalist-Conservative (wants to remain or go back…
Can we go back to being 9 again??
When wonder piqued and curiosity was still sensual?
It was all new — strange, odd and off… but somehow, right.
You see, the magic of this time, is that no one is rationalizing why they’re “doing things for the money”
The shame is absent… we’re all “on the spectrum” so to speak. Nature mattered more then ourselves. We stared at ants and drew pictures, explored our bodies and made new connections, regardless of the outcomes.
Feral~Alive, an odd little creature who’s ensconced in the experience, for good or ill.
Sex or material…