ST97 ... the tension between the 'knowns' is strangling

believers fighting for their lives

YOUTH WILL CONQUER… that was true, ask google

The world is in turmoil. The believers are fighting for their lives. Mind against nature, reason versus the light, science proving itself, religion hanging on. Fear along side the known travelling thru a medium of intense combat with fragments of itself moving one step closer and further towards the peace of surrender. Suffering minds caught in a war between one interpretation of reality versus another, one demanding freedom, the other security…. then down the road to entanglement.

Travelling thru my home land and talking with friends, families and others i see the separation of views, from politics, to medicine, to religion, summed up with the vacs and the no-vacs.. it is almost that black and white; you have to squeeze tight the yang to get that little bit of yin out. Some families are not talking, separation has grown in side circles and has been eliminated in others. It appears to me that the major problem with the believers of the existing system is they can not possibly imagine how an over-all control can be implemented from a few owners of most-all down to the street level of our lives. Such a vast distance. ('steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king' dylan).. 'most love the big king brother, they will die for um'…. that’s how it’s done, slow steady indoctrinating, intoxicating.

‘He's the universal soldier, and he really is to blame’ Buffy Sainte-Marie

The filthy rich ‘own’ the world organizations, the banking game, global corporations, media, governments, municipalities, laws and bylaws, schools and fools….. everybody has something to protect, a mortgage, a job, the circle is interwoven like a big wheel of intricate design constantly being adjusted, manipulated, tuned, build up destroyed shedding confusion and allegiance, war and peace, but always with the few at the top hidden in plain view with an illusory pure white cloud appearing and disappearing across a clear and stormy digital sky.

One persons shadow is another’s jewels. Death surrounds us. Many of my friends are moving into that area where the big end is nearing. Some face these great waters with eloquence, beliefs secure and safe with a laid out plan of images and conclusions of wonders unknown, mysteries painted on a wall, a wall wavering melting dissipating disappearing in and out of view towards eternity.
Death walks in silently, talks to no one than taps you on the shoulder and asks politely, ‘hey do you mind if i sit with you in silence for a few moments while you gather your thoughts’. We nod. A mellow sadness enters. We are going to miss those things, these feelings, how can this be, how can it end… a deep breath comes in, a sigh escapes. Death leaves unnoticed. We are alone.
’Nothing to die or kill for’, Imagine - J Lennon

Sitting here alone in the middle of it all, construction, destruction, the living the dying, the noice the silence, i have no question left, just a slow gaze across the plains of humanity, there is beauty everywhere, i don’t know why. Is it possible to live with out trying to change a thing? Everything is just the way it is, supposed to be, meant to be, presumably. I don’t need to do anything, the search, the plans, the conclusions, all are meaningless in the realm of realms, humanities mind is a scam, a big lie, an illusion, a myth and yet somehow, i feel just fine, sitting here, just watching the river flow.

amidst the noice and the silence, just watching the river flow

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