Category: mythology

Just how powerful is the maya-anic spell we are under!? Well, to be sure, there’s no expertise here on end times conditions or events. That said, look around. There’s fire, flood, famine, violence, sickness, mania, and sublime confusion all over the place. I’m finding that it’s possible to stay calm during this maelstrom of societal and environmental unraveling, but man is it unsettling?! It is devastatingly unsettling! If these current events scenes aren’t rapturous, what are? Yet, referring to these same current events with many other people is returned as marginal, and referred to as some kind of normal. This has got to be result of the corruptly created maya; the illusion. Impressively powerful spell we’re collectively under. People’s senses are dulled into a sort of fatal malaise. While the world drowns, AND goes up in smoke, we’re still planning bucket list vacation excursions, and filling out fantasy league rosters. We’ve all heard about the boiling seas, red tides, and the other descriptions of an end having been foretold, but what of this feature of ignorance, denial, and dismissal. Maybe it’s predicted in there somewhere. Either way, it’s confounding, startling, and sad. If and when the acknowledgment of the brokenness of basic conditions in the modern world sink in, reconciliation is going to be a premium of massive capacity. While it’s true that we are meant to thrive, based on the progression of our demise, from here on in, only the strong survive. Have mercy on us all.

Awake, awake the morning break / Deep dense clouds rain / Blocking the sinister sun and it’s burning light / A glimpse a peers a window earth to sky / A patch of blue spreading new / A dawn, a break, a welcome view / A version of radiant delight / Toxicity creasing decreasing / Embrace the forsaken… Bliss

Thanks to the desensitizing effect of routinely seeing graphic gratuitous violence, and death, it’s possible to unemotionally watch homicide on the news. Not only is murder shown, it can be viewed without a disruptive type of shock that will interrupt the ordinary efforts of daily life. Watching another person get killed isn’t a visceral event; or is it? It seems that the events themselves are secondary to the reporting. Propaganda is real. So what happens to the information that falls into the raw material hopper of a media machine? How did it get there? How is it presented? A juxtaposition occurred to me when I watched the band of riotous people that were trying to break into the Speakers Lobby of the House Of Representatives in the U.S. Capitol. Ashli Babbitt and George Floyd.

This is a test. When did the United State withdraw from Iraq? … When did ISIS originate? …

Now that our flyboy friends in the rarified air of material fortune have begun joy riding to the fringe of space, we can all fly along vicariously to admire with wonder, not just what these guys are seeing, but what they might be thinking as they see it. Are they thinking that all the work and planning was worth it? The thousands and thousands of pounds of fuel through the R and D all the way to the live flight. How about the environmental impact of the launch itself? I mean any amount of atmospheric damage is inconsequential in relation to an afternoon rocket ride that allows a few minutes of weightlessness, and arguably as great a window view ever for our heroes. What might the thoughts of these tycoon fat cats, with their bellies full of caviar and champagne, be as they pass over Yemen, for instance. Does the thought cross the mind of these intrepid space cadets that they are right over tens of millions of starving people?

It strikes me that we’re witnessing a breed of civilian that have their heads so high in the clouds that aloofness gets an entirely new parameter. The stunning lack of regard for the proportion of world imbalance on display, in this keep up with the mega Joneses space race, is downright embarrassing. Forget callous cluelessness… These guys are lost in space.

Long lost, to the memory banks of modern understanding, are the evacuated former realities of healthy independence. On scales of compassion, humanity originally had it’s place among the flora and fauna in the landscape of prosperous liberty. In reality bubbles of their own, seemingly separated “primitive” societies, have proven to have remarkable consistencies of mythological tradition. The richness of each culture, developed by generations of cooperation with the environment, adheres to posterity as artifacts of hope, fulfillment, and lesson. For kids born into each savage community of caring there is little discrimination, and by rite individuals are dutifully loved, disciplined, nurtured, and reared. Ritualistically each member is folded into the body of collective purpose. Love exposure to the real self grounded, with honor, helps provision the space from which harmonization with the world can be. Identification is not a struggle in the embrace of the traditionally structured community. Thusly experiencing the trials of legacy, hardship, ecstasy, and bliss of the group, each member links with a purpose, as perfectly as nature would have it, growing the spirit, and inhabiting themselves in ever reaching capacities of fullness. Nirvana perfection can wait. Never, however, does the quizzical assumption of separation from nature interrupt the prevailing consciousness. Then comes the lie…. Preeminence.

The infection of all of our’s identity is founded, big time, in genocide. We’re all here for a reason. The stable natural balance resulting from multi-variable points of view and existential determination is essential maintaining the rudiments of true living. (True living being -the mutually beneficial, equitably even give and take relationship between each organism, it’s surroundings, and everything in it.) The suggestion that any being is more right, worthy, more necessary than another is a lie. The preeminence lie is presented, re-enforced, perpetuated, and defended by vanguards of disgrace. The seductive promise of the rewards of superiority are whispered into the ears of many. The whisperer is aware that the possibility of spread insures that the likelihood of manifest injustice is only a notion away. It has taken major ;league root on earth. The downstream effects are devastating. The devastation goes exponential when the realization sinks that the purveyors of this fix are not only eager to disable human beings as effective spirit agents of stability, prosperity, and growth, but also to rapaciously, violently, and tenaciously exploit the environment that supports all life. for it’s material value. A healthy world is no longer something we pass on, or inherit. Peoples are divided, split, pit against each other, and eradicated so as to devastate their imbedded spirit power, and eliminate their ability to counter balance the massive eccentric that planetary looters have forced on. The suggestion that ancient/modern ideals of preeminence, for any damn reason, has sold us all infinitely short.

The biggest difference in the new world isn’t that healing powers begin operating, but rather that humans really start cooperating with them and stop poisoning ourselves.

Forget it man. Does it get any more immature than the mainstream’s, and government’s manic information control push? It’s like watching kids racing to spin a story for some teacher, or parent, before they think they’ll get found out, or in trouble. Official spokespeople are like spastic knee-jerk denial coverup specialists that are madly scrambling in order to have some authority over the story, and then using any means necessary to insure it. The news control schizophrenia does more to validate the censored information than any fact checker could ever hope to. Talk about self defeating?! Far from insuring uniformity of message, it unleashes wave upon wave of skepticism and mistrust. I thought AI was supposed to have like some invulnerable smarts. It’s hard to figure how any thinking machine could be more dumb.

Now there’s no way out. The consequences of an epoch of fraud has caught up to all self serving people that have willfully perpetuated false narratives. There is no longer a margin wide enough to fit all the information that contradicts official reports, stories, and assertions. With the idiotic, yet effective, “conspiracy theory” dismissal tool no longer functioning, those that rely on it are falling flat. Remember the kids that ran out of excuses? Someone, or another, would be reduced to squinting their eyes, plugging their ears, and shouting, “I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you! You’re a liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!” This is basically what first world leaders have been reduced to. This whole condition speaks volumes about who are societal leaders are, and what they are really about. It’s no reach at all to think we can do a lot better than this.

In 1989 the Berlin Wall came down. It was a metaphor for separation of ideals. The clangs of it’s destruction echoed around the world. Removal of the Berlin Wall symbolized a paradigm shift, and beginning of an era of unison… Juxtapose this idea with the number of border walls around the world today in 2021.

… It definitely makes one wonder about the true state of actual “civil”ization.

If there is to be an effective opportunity to access reality based life, then maintaining, and honoring, very basic behavioral traditions and spirit rites is paramount. Without authentic, active, living spirit practices operating regularly on, and in, the lives of the people, then we are surely to lose, and lose big time. A contextually accurate relationship with myself, and ourselves, is at stake. The time of recorded human history on planet earth is like a cosmic crossroad. There’s been some kind of spiritual tug of war happening. While the practices and principles of both growth and decay have been on display, throughout culture and kingdom, the balance of each is in question. The question right now is, Where is it at?

Heritage truth is an identity stabilizer. The aged connections which traditionally come down through our cultural and family trees begin and/or end with us. Blurring, blotting, distorting, or eliminating traditional practices, rites, and values is depravation of soul. While not every element of our life experience is about loss, however, a millennial self service trend has landed us in this place terrific displacement, imbalance, and harm. The losses are staggering. Every state has it’s anti state. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The losses that surely appear to be manifesting must have an equitable return in gain… But where? In what way?

I’ve become a reactionary chameleon that assimilates to the perceived flavor of the day. Identity crisis is an insured guarantee for the severed memorial lineage root line, and heritage lost, refugee I am. I’m among the tribe of deceived that have arrived in a culture that has long been taken hostage. Who, however, remains that has access to the body, and ground, of our own life purpose and inheritance? Generations of care, safeguarding the elements of our own pro generation, destiny, and regard in the ground of our existence have slipped through like sand from our hands. Deemphasis, superstition, and deception has geoncided vast demographics of living beings into dementia. We’re deprived of our own reality at the core level, the cellular level that is accessed by the repetition of our true story! By singing the songs of our own lives in the way that it is sung, and knowing that through the caring rites of doing so, allows what’s meant to be to be. with us in our right place apart of it. This is a time of heavy dementia and personality crisis. Not only do we not know the rites, hymns, melodies, practices, and songs of our own; we don’t even know that they exist. Beseech the any, and all, shaman, seer, hearer, and prayer, within and without, to intervene for a moment in the heart of creation. Afford us a moment of truth, and desire to know ourselves. The truth brings freedom. There’s a bountiful beauty of growth to be gained out of this loss.

The simplest bravery behold / Long for the memories which hold / Space for the self that may never be met / The autonomous stranger was bled / Out the flourishing distance of now

A foreign bravery evolved / Developed in pastures devolved / All across creation entangled with shear mastery / Balancing eager freedom / Spastic elastic, reciprocal fancy

Draw in free believe / Draw out what’s been found / Swirling through the confusion / Dynamism is true a rouse / The broken have mended smoothly and true