Alas and along, theres a river running through the quickening storms. Follow its course through the slime and muck of a dark age. Together we are watching for a cleansing storm that may break through all these damnations.
There will be changes and we will be present.
Not so far above the rushing tumult of the widening river sways a bridge, weighted with a worlds population, great and seething with manifold stories from billions of voices, crying to be heard above their own bedlam. No longer crying mercy or singing songs of love, but as one massive squall, they cry for blood and rights no human ever gets by law or litigation.
Only one human to another is able to genuinely convey our human rights. Day by day, at every turn, each one of us to another, rightly being human. Is there really any other way?
There is a river running through the quickening storms. You are enticed to follow its course through any and as many platforms as you choose. Our children will be taken too, their tender hearts and innocent minds more easily scrolled than ours. The stakes are so much higher for them, elevated beyond any index of measure, their fertility wrecked by spike junk and their sexuality wrenched away from them.
How will innocence be born again where natural birth is outlawed? Can innocence be incubated?
There is a quickening running through the world like a rivers flood. The mudbanks are crowded with humans railing against or railing for but without sensible debates for any of their arguments. Nothing to get a grip on what pulls us up together, despite our differences and because of our differences. The how of evolution and the real meaning of diversification is lost, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned.
In the guru cult, argument was eschewed for the sake of Oneness, i.e. him. After only a bit of training, the mind automatically snaps the attention to a single point, him, and nothing exists past that view. There is only Oneness, him, that is the Everything, him. In the Oneness that is everything you disappear. You dont exist. Anything can be suggested at that point.
A relatively new online platform of multiple motivational quests inserts suggestions in the mind control meditations for the subject to have the awareness that parts of their body are no longer parts of their body. You no longer feel your foot as part of your body. You no longer feel your leg as part of your body…
The river is quickening and suggestions abound to leave the body behind altogether. Lets insert our consciousness into a machine and leave anything material to the comptrollers. They will take care while consciousness may be freed of the mortal coil and yet still live! Everything wrapped into oneness that has no opposite. All arguments are quiet. On earth as it is in heaven. Its a death before dying experiment, a dummy run for artificial intelligence.
The river of lifes intent is quickening and Im looking for a hold on what has been, there being nothing certain in the where we are going. I see our lights divine taken up by machines, far from any flowing waters edge, far from nature altogether. Consciousness entering the Great Divorce, and departing the sensate body. Going are our worldly senses, no smell, no taste, no touch, no eyes, no ears, no nose. Who knew the Heart Sutra was prophetic of a way gone future where we are slowly, steadily and intentionally being weaned from our bodies. Transvengeance is only one skirmish along the shortening course towards physical extinctions.
If my awareness is uploaded into a machine, or the workings of the machine are downloaded into me, how will I have gut feelings? Where will be my sixth sense? What happens to intuition and innocence without a natural body to sense the world? Is it not dying?
After years of slowly dying in the cult, dying before you die, he said, those internal physical senses became dulled by a hyperfocus on the guru, him, who was always right, super self-absorbed, and denying, to this day, despite criminal charges against him, that he is at fault for anything. How are the leaders of the world in these times different from the motorhead guru?
Meanwhile, Im simmering in a thread of comments on FB about books about sex for little kids. This is an out-and-out swindling of innocence. Discovering the mysteries of sexuality happens with a body. The Jerk wasnt reading a book when he discovered his special purpose. Discovering sexuality is a magically momentous matter in an !nd!v!duals life. Its a physical experience only the body knows. Turning it into schoolwork is a rip-off for kids.
My barc is floundering in the quickening knowing there is no port in this storm and no shelter from whats coming. How nice it would be to have a guru telling me how to think and where to put my money and the river can drown out all the other voices but him.
Forget it. I dig in my oar. I ride the quickening along with you, my rightly human friends, still in a body. For now.
"The End Of The Innocence" 1989 Don Henley
And, what every parent feels for their children.
Love your sweet, rebellious heart Jess.
Bitter sweetness, like Life.
There's a reason bad marriages end in Divorce !