ST86 ... dreamin thru wwiii, half asleep, half awake, half crazy
the dangers of being right in a wrong world
“Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.” ― Voltaire
Who wouldn’t be slightly embarrassed if you took a jab from a company not held responsible for adverse affects and still it is not known exactly what was in it, what is in it?…..could you be more naive than you want to believe?, a follower, a sheep, guilty, can't explain it reasonably, in a trance, brain indoctrinated…. death rate going over the roof, cancers, dementia, diabetes, heart disease; young, old, infants… but you're hanging in there, you are the majority, a democracy, a group, fly anywhere… still, deep inside, you must feel awkward knowing the spirit of death is talking, in your dreams, your cells screaming for help, you could be hanging on to a logic falling apart, crashing, squeezing your faith to its limits.
How could you not be….
There are all kinds of reasons for our actions. Over trust in authority, honour for our country, respect for the huge farma-machine from the lab to the doctor to the politician, to the church, to the psycho-billionaire crime bosses running the show…..something got you, maybe it was the main stream guardian from washington to new york. You're so smart in so many ways, you control the world, you obey the rules, everything is going to be alright.
Well, no it's not, not exactly. Things are very wrong.
There are many reasons that can fit into a synopsis to express this hidden grief. For one thing, you're human, fallible. We all are, i think, well most of us. We have all awakened at different rates for different reasons. Nothing to be ashamed about…but wake up, now, more than ever. THEY are not going to let up until you're dead, a piece of meat, a source of energy for their transhumanist wishes. Forget the name calling…touch your heart, stay tuned, surrender, the earth is our saviour, the sky our light, the water our life. No matter what you want to believe, we are one spirit, as trite as it may sound, one something, a people. There is a movement towards a distance much greater than anything we could ever imagine….some call it evolution, i try to think of it as a mystery, an attractor, diversity, forever new, different yet similar, always a mystery… truth, love, god… on a road of bla bla blasphemy,
Back here, the world is in turmoil. It is not going to get better until it gets a lot worse. What side are you voting for? Where are your investments heading, more stuff or more soul? Who knows what you need to know? Who do you trust, beauty or the beast?
We have all been fooled by the pie in the sky, perfectly cut pieces of knowledge that disintegrate from the sparkles of truth, beauty, all within a simple day, a light shower of a heavy rain, clarity or a victim of the insane.
This world will not last thru the deceptive powers now holding it. Things are changing, humanity is awakening, the mother of all life is touching our hearts showing us a way. Every individual is a miracle and even the worst evil man upon this earth is touched by her, for she owns us, created us from her own flesh and blood. Eventually we must all surrender, from the homeless, heartless, soulless, mindless, the rich, the poor, death will drag us through ourselves to another side along refections to eternity.
We are people of the earth but enemies do surround the stars. It is the way it is. We have to keep walking towards that illuminating growth within. Do something extraordinarily kind today and the way will unfold, reappear.
I selfishly desire just to hear a slight whisper from the winds, "i'm sorry, i apologize, i'm sorry for all the pain i have caused, you were so much braver than i, i admit it, i was dead wrong, weak, stupid, cursed i suppose, i'm sorry, i am so sorry".
I'm sorry too, so sorry for the sins i've committed… the arrogance i stumble thru.. i suppose i do not trust humanity as you do, maybe it was the sweat lodge ceremonies, the psychedelics alone in the forest, the lack of faith in authority, the mistrust in the experts….i don't know what it was but i am humbled that these lies pedestaled along the main streets of this weary world did not cloud this simple vision i carry through my darkest nights. Definitely, a hard one for history to soften. But we move on, the people will survive, it is presumed….we are one, somehow, some way.
No matter how you look at it… the needle has been a killer. Most would just like to forget about it. Many are scarred forever or dead. Trillions of dollars have been made, there is bound to be a few fines; puppets under a bus.. The inhuman corporations will build back better. Killers will walk away towards the next insane creation. This is the nature of the world. Is that an apology i hear floating across the dessert sands? where poppies grow or is that peyote, is that my imagination going wild, winds of love blowing my mind apart, caressing my heart, taking my soul where we all grow.
“Progress is impossible without change; and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.” ― George Bernard Shaw
It is easier to live in a fantasy that you believe is real than to live in a reality you fear is a mystery.
Nature is peculiar that way. Just when you think you got it all figured out, burnt into a law, things bend unimaginably....
There are lots of details for the fact finders if you care to do a little research. Substack is filled with conspiracy realists, theorists, humorists and more. Ultimately, gut information, heart trails, intuition is the way. Most all of the world has been manipulated, lied to… a true seer is very rare. Truth is like a horizon, always on the move, no formula can pin it down, consciousness is never complete.. we are more than what we think, beyond boxes of reason, a mystery in the end as in the beginning with an eternity of no boundaries.
Observations, judgements, analysis, conclusions, is what makes the world go round. Refusal to admit ones mistakes, misunderstandings, false observations and to forgive and apologize tortures truth, minds, hearts, life and evolution. I say, ‘I’ve been wrong about it all’.
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