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“It’s like you’re in another world.” Yes! Intentionally!. The event procession in the direction we’re heading is manifesting in doom. Future problems are future past and it’s all going down right now. The level of contradiction, incoherence, and obvious disdain for matters of true consequence is astonishing. It’s great to see people banding together around the world in protest of the corrupt orders of control. There is no substitute for awareness and the cessation of destructive practices. It’s been inspiring to see, know, and learn from the intrepid souls that have broken rank in their fields to shed light on the secrets of imperialism, corporate kleptocracy, and technological weaponry used capture the majority. However, the entanglements to modern traditional structure will drag us down if we remain linked to it. The reality that we share, and are most familiar with, is unravelling, and has been for a long way. Like my man Marcellus Wallace said after Bruce Willis asked him, “You ok?” responding, “Naw man. I’m pretty fuckin far from ok.” This is where we’re at with the modern world, it’s direction, and it’s directors. Hence the split. The split from the event stream to nowhere ok, and on to an alternative stream. There’s a version of the world that is not on this event procession. Join it. In fact, join another world.

Reality is quantum. Every choice has an alternative. Every yes has a no, a maybe, and a later. Butterfly effects from each choice, made and un-made, have their own reality streams, their own event processions. The reason we all basically agree on our common reality story is because it’s enforced. The world that’s on an alternative path, a non suicide path, exists. So, in spite of all the layers of deleterious muck meant to hold us down and blind out the parameters of possibility, which are infinite, investigate. It’s like you’re in another world.

Being born in 1964 in the USA, has meant coming of age in an era of the advanced modern progression of industry, technology, microprocessing, media, and AI. Underlying almost all of it are the corporations that drive the culture. Corporate world reality has become so entrenched that is virtually synonymous with reality. Corporations have their own agendas. The amount of transparency the corporate, and financial, leaders have has always been up for grabs. It’s in the atmosphere of this banking/corporate influence that world views and attitudes of influenced right and wrong have developed. Secrecy is part of the experience. Within and without, the secret is a variable in the function of personal development. Originally, the secretive life was internal. (Don’t tell anyone that I just did “it”. I know I shouldn’t have done “that”.) Combined with the secrets kept from us, from Santa Claus to suicide, and secretiveness becomes an inherent part of who we are. It’s foundational to the life experience, whether I know it or not. Put this micro mystery into the macro atmosphere of the overarching corporate social science machinery, and there’s no wonder why beliefs and identities range from ok, to aloof, to confused, to disillusioned, to psychotic? From the start point on it has been a personal relationship with a controlled meta-reality existing within, and without, that has unbounded capacities of incoherence, strangeness and surprise. The constancy of secrecy is core. When secrecy is accepted tacitly or actively, beware!! On the periphery of the secrecy identity is a suspiciously looming truth. You’re only as sick as your secrets.

We’re all travelers on this path of life. The experiences of our heroes journeying the yellow brick road are meaningful and graduate their characters, but how different is their world view after Toto pulls back the curtain on the wizard? The clairvoyant may see through the ruse, but the rest of us make our best guess of what really is. What a twist! Official directions handed down through our government, schools, and media lead no where at best, down a blind alley if we’re lucky, or off a cliff if we’re not. This is critical! There’s like a form of existential vulnerability directly linked to the commitments made to beliefs. Beliefs that are encouraged, cultivated, and reinforced by round after round of controlled info that veils the real key aspects of meaning behind secrets. Well, we’re only as sick as our secrets, look around. What’s it look like? How sick are we?

Statistics are reliable and unreliable. Statistics can be found, or created, to support or challenge any case. In the current place, of our progression and evolution as peoples, we find ourselves in a pressure oven of information. Discernment is tricky. Discernment is very tricky. Political correctness, language control, and peer pressures are on big time. We’ve come to accept certain standards like, “Your better off not knowing.”, “It’s a matter of national security. It should be secret.”, “There would be panic if they knew the truth.” As a group we’re providing consent, and secrecy is the accepted norm. This isn’t going that well. So where might one find a reliable source of truth about our state, and the state of the environment about us? How about back to where the relationship with the secret first began? Inside. How sick, or well, am I?

There are a lot of voices shouting authority.. Discretion is made freakin difficult because you always have to consider the source. Who can be trusted anyway? Well, for whatever it is worth, right now, personally, there is very little internal conflict. It feels like there is a pretty good motivational balance between being of service to others and being of service to myself. Since there is an inherent suspicion about the honesty of this assertion, suffice it to say that it is possible for one to reach this place. Live’s can be open books. When there is nothing to hide inside, one likely will have a pretty good awareness of one’s real; investment in conventional societal narration one actually has. What stake do I have in the broadcast “truth” being true? I feel like I have more to gain in challenging popular beliefs than ascribing to them. As I see it, there are legions of people struggling with epidemics of un-wellness from addiction to dysfunction that are closing in on us all behind the camouflage of normalcy insistence and the finger pointing of self righteous phonies. How sick do we have to get before the re-evaluation of the cover up miasma we’re trying to press on in? It’s ultimately no secret that, as a whole, we’re sick, and getting sicker? We’re only as sick as our secrets.

Something to ponder… There’s nothing wrong with being a healthy cell in a sick body, and health, healing, and wellness is ultimately an inside job. In the interconnected universal schema of the actual natural world, everything is contagious. Good health is as transmissible as ill. Collectively we’re being bogged down, and sick, with the weight of a toxicity, routinely denied by the insistence of a pride that can’t admit it got duped. There’s also severely limited awareness of, and pursuit of the the healing powers of nature itself, for those too are closeted in the secrecy vault by marginalization and dismissal. So… Is it possible that the illnesses of the world are of some unknown origin, or do we secretly know? Here’s the secret to turning the corner on the negative effects of anything that’s denied. Admit it. Whatever it is that has been hiding will be identified, and at that point it’s power to injure, harm, and restrain goes away. It is possible to get better.

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.