Turning in the widening gyre, there is so little to know for sure. There are too many questions. Are the Mossad really Israelis? Are the CIA actually Americans? Are these two arms of a yod pointed toward an apex of destruction?
The world seems split along lines of survival but what is it that survives? Whether a man seeing God or a UN plan for one world control, the forces of survival have everyone inhaling horrors that make it difficult to breathe.
Wouldnt it be better to return to deconstructing any of the frames I maintain around love? To explore the meaning of our world through the image of oneness, to conclude once and for all that we are divine, everything that occurs is love, that separation is a mirage, and the only allegiance worth the value of choice is to a higher state of consciousness?
There is decidedly real pain in losing ones reality. No longer able to believe what was once held dear and true is gut wrenching, seriously sickening. It was nothing like what we thought it was, what we were told it was. Its not only that the bottom falls out, its that any other network or methodology or authority or structure that might provide foundational support becomes suspect. Turning in any direction, every possibility is only another frame in the matrix, meant to lull me into captivity. Even loves gentle whispers, can that be trusted?
I wish to broadcast good vibrations but look, Ive been duped, and the duping continues for others. In fact, Im still being duped. Im still in the habit of believing stories that evidently must match my interior environment, a place down deep within where any potential change must happen, if change is possible. Far from the maddening crowd, there on the inside where I default to stories about where, why, and how I/we are being lied to.
Its very difficult to convince intelligent people theyre being taken for a ride. They say, Ive looked at it from all sides now, done my due diligence. I looked for the darkness and I only see light. This is where I belong and I am beholden to this way of seeing for it brings me security, safety and protection. Everything is beautiful at the ballet.
News from the Fort where a long time yoga instructor slash kirtan singer is taking on the mantel of the guru, possibly to save John from a fate that is his own to bear. Per usual it is foisted on his devotees. We are the scapegoats on the outside. They are the sacrificial lambs within the fence. From a position of power over others, a narcissist takes advantage for his own sake, colonizing the minds of others for a purpose not their own.
Thats why there are eight charges against John. The power of eight who were not convinced. From his field of view, anyone who falls from his wagon of wonders fall by their own morality, having nothing to do with him.
Will his harem be able to save him? If they can edit his history, reframing his love of power as the power of love that had no coercive influence over others. If he can create a future that sounds like something other than what it was in the past but— what is this we hear?! What is this conclusion he draws before the bench determines a final verdict? Proceedings are a long way off but the teacher of Draw No Conclusions has concluded he will go to prison and hes ensuring his sad-lings know it, drilling it down into their forlorn hearts.
But what does he mean when he says prison? What did he mean when he said, I never had sex with her? What did it mean when he said, I pointedly dont lie? Is that not a tiny little bit defensive?
Is pointedly a verb instead of an adverb here, where action goes into rearranging language to mean something other than what is actually being said? Does pointedly mean hes fed up with defending himself? Or does pointedly mean he studiously, purposefully, and consciously doesnt lie? Does telling the plain truth take that much effort?
The cost of protection is high. Freedom to associate with those who have a different point of view is curtailed. Censorship rules. Limits to association are imposed. There should be none. No cross talk during his game of cards. A tight knit collective culture of isolationists inside a microcosmic one world set up to continue bankrolling him, while he is removed into hidden chambers, not unlike a prison.
Because Ive been there, I know they are slaves of ceremony, letting life slip past them in a kind of dream. We must be alarming to their collective, like hobgoblins and imaginary spooks, giving them cause to band ever closer together, safe from any other views outside their tiny matrix.
These are thoughts from the outside looking in. We dont feel so safe and protected out here, apostates on the outside of their insider collective. Interest rates are carving out a future we never imagined. All the made up money is going to weapons merchants and purveyors of evil in a foreign land that has only been convinced of peace through the efforts of a US presidency that has been slammed by the media and spoiled by a hijacked justice system, far, faraway from the depths required for real change.
Are we doomed?
I dont believe so. I believe we stay on the road to liberation. John was a detour, necessary for understanding that the road is not made easy by any guru, but instead becomes a deleterious sidetrack, a diversion of the devils minion. Liberty will not be made clear by any leader, ruler, or king. Adapting to some other movement with a new set of rules or traditions will not revolutionize our deeper sense of things. Clinging to the stories that repeat and frustrate entire generations must be released.
We want to do this right. We want to cease being adaptable to any power of The Die-nasties.
First there needs to be love, the measure of which is love without measure. Let me turn this over to a real lover, Walt Whitman:
Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
After there is love, there must be techniques.
If I look to all the things that did not work honestly in the cult, if I turn things in their opposite direction, like watching MSM and realizing the repetition and smear campaigning points, not to a demon, but to a comrade in arms, then I may come to a positive ambition. To help where others are asking for help, and helping in ways that move in the direction of love. That is the simplest technique to employ.
I commented to a friend taking shelter in the north, At least youre in Israel where there is always help when the wheels come off. So true, he said. You can trust your children to strangers there and know they will be safe, even at the cost of the caregivers life.
Exactly the opposite of the five dancing in Manhattan when the towers were bombed. Who really knows who those guys were? Maybe Mossad. Definitely not Israeli.
Back in the Fort, Johns harem cries out in protest, believing that helping is their directive. But Im not talking about the bogus help in making a playground that sucks the players of their savings, or the life hack that moves any money left over into coffers for the sake of someone elses ability to play in the game. All the money goes into Johns bank, whatever way your look at it. Are the followers of his dynasty not slaves? For us outside the hygge of his cult, are we not slaves to the powers that shouldnt be?
Real help is in changing the lives of others for the sake of everyone, not just the ones in charge. Real help is in creating a good life for all the people, not a select and exclusive few. Real help is not imposing Wokedom on innocent children. Real help is not slavery where all effort goes into lifting up an agenda for power holders, heavy with hatred and disdain for what is good and true.
We really actually and pointedly do not need controllers or enlightened masters who live and move and have their being as if they are the boss of us.
We can heighten our ambitions.
We can begin,
so simply,
by asking ourselves,
wouldnt it be nice if…
and in our answers, begin creating a dream that honestly answers our humanity, and that follows through in meeting the needs of human beings in ways we know, and in ways we can imagine anew. We can become autonomous, responsible individuals, creating loving cultures.
It sounds a bit scary to a slave like me, but the alternative darkness thats moving across our world is way more frightening.
Your concern for Humanity and talk of slaves reminded me to share an interesting documentary newly posted on You Tube called "The Primeval Code". 2+ hours, no interruptions or repetitious nonsense.
“We realize how fragile human social identity is when we see people caught up in todays cults and thought-reform groups and when we see cult leaders and other manipulators formulate their brainwashing programs around almost any theme...through their method of attacking the self, cults and other groups using thought reform processes are pushing people to the brink of madness. In some cases, they push them over the edge.”
You have been processed for a long time, Mike. It’s beginning to show.