ST36 ... Is it right to forfeit reality for a box full of light and happiness?

What is 'right' anyways?

Is it right to forfeit reality for a box full of light and happiness? Is it right to struggle thru reality when you could be enjoying the illusions of love? What is 'right' anyways?

From what i gather, jesus would have taken it all. I never met a jesus, lots of look alikes and buddha, well. he just wouldn't think about it. Well, that's a short answer…there are lots of long answers, but i've been busy, escaping.

In the afternoon of elegant gloom, light bouncing off my chest and pretty women walking by from my perch here outside this cafe. I am almost certain they are not looking for reality and they for sure are not walking in it. I know love is just up around the corner and well, light is on its way…..i can see it thru the blinds and i can breathe it thru my mask.

dreams floating everywhere

I am open for just about anything. A pound of light lit me up this morning as i was trying to be quiet. I took a little nip and headed out the door, dreams floating everywhere but mostly, out of my time, but holy shit, they were something. In my youth i would have spent a whole life time chasing them. Now, i watch others.

I'm so happy to see love reach around the corner and grab some innocent one and turn-um into light. It is unmistakable, the glow. Even my dog sheds it sometimes.

So everybody asks, 'what is love'. Even the crucifying cults, tyrannical politicians, and porn queens want to know what it really is? I'm not the one to ask. Maybe mahammad, krishna, blake, lennon, jordan petersen……or maybe….another edge of your self.

Timothy Leary and Ram Dass in respect of love

We all get the, 'luv ya' at the end of conversations and departures. And we all know that that is bullshit, mostly or completely. The same ones will stab you in the back when they fall into despair or join some gang that you are not a member of. Then there is the romeo and juliet type that will die for the fear of living without the other. That could be considered weak love by some, selfish but true. Dylan once said 'it is just a four letter word', he also said 'it makes the world go around, love and only love, it can't be denied, no matter what you think about it, you will just not be able to do without it…..take a tip from one whom has tried'

It is a big topic, big deal, but we might all agree on this, 'what the world needs now is love sweet love, it is the only thing that there is just too little of'. That is exactly my sentiment.

Moving on i stumbled into a snag. My age was folding in upon itself. Memories were entwining themselves with reality with such precision that sometimes they were indecipherable. After long spans of observation i realized i/we have been doing this all along. Thought was indistinguishable from memory. It was memory. It is complex to see this simply. Ask your friendly super-computer, AI, and well, man, we be exposed.

Memories of love

No wonder love is so superficial in most circumstances. It is not love. It is memory. Memory of love. That will have to do for the time being. If it weren't for time, love would be all there is….making this little planet revolve so perfectly. It is. It is us that fails to see this, know this. My dog knows it, when she looks into my eyes with pure love and when i return this essence back, we're in love, full of it, no memory around, it's in the air, only love, love and only love.

We are in a transition. We have hardly been born into love and we are being replaced by machines that replicate all we are, and more accurately and convincingly than most humans can portray.

We are being challenged to see a truer, deeper, more essential aspect of our most human quality, that aspect to feel, observe, be, love. No machine will ever accomplish this task; this is presumed (by humans of course). Most of us humans seem to gravitate towards the mind with its intellect in contrast to, the love thru the heart. This could be our demise. Reason over spirit, digital over analog, a path over truth, thought over love.

Tyranical governments are slipping into our existence with the promise of false securities that will eventually diminish us to mere robots. In time, most full-blood-humans will be eliminated, extinguished, at will, or almagamated into bio-machines, trans-things…..it is already happening.

The small percentage of survivors will be slaves to the few ruling from the tops of the pyramid. It's a plan, the last passport is rolling into law and the masses are welcoming it, fighting for its existence, moving us into this new odour like lemmings. They don't smell what's coming, they don't want to see what's happening. There will be no turning this around, when it is too late, it will be too late………probably, most definitely. The diamond glazed box of glittering light and unimaginable happiness is melting fast.

cathedrals of love and guns = ooooh that smell

It doesn't matter much what i think or do, not to them, not to you. The digital passport social scoring grid will be the end of us, humanity; any mass wake up struggle will be crushed by our own genes.

Love will have gone, out the door, twisted into on/off programmed reactions replicating anything wanted.

This is but one scenario, but once the world wide mandatory injections take democracy down, life will be a matter of trans-humanism or torture and death. This sci-fi dystopia is glaring straight at us thru our wide open digital virtual screens…………now.

What is the right thing to do? Suggestions welcomed, opinions needed, expected, necessary….the hours have turned into minutes and minutes to seconds ticking, ticking, ticking.

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