an US Versus a Them.
we abandon the self when our consciousness becomes settled upon any imposed notions of focus for the attentions of others, like the workplace that runs as a mock machine for a kind of productive output that teases the very real matter out of the fake lines and visual arts that only hint at some kind of perspective on the dimensions an idea of a solid object in hand, but we are more than just a people of the mechanical void like some joke played upon the creative whim squeezing supposition into being whatever thing as we are… a sense of loss that stays dim much as the throttle on happiness that gets jerked around as the mood suits the individual, there are so many of us miserable because of the unthinkable idea of having to serve this material ‘god’ as like one serves time and money with tithes of spirit and energy wasted for the gain of psychic vampires trying to drain the established system for all it is worth, but the values are only implied symbolically by the unfit authorities we “trust” using terms in a jargon that does not ever fit with the jigsaw psyche each human tries their best to work with during all these periods of growth and stagnancy common to human plight… the programming whittles away at the original questioning thoughts that tried to escape from the doldrums that a boring mind brings with no options left per say to quite satisfy all parties involved with these weird territorial schemes as part of the ambient pressure to conform has tried to impress upon us to favor only the simple… we are the rubbery accent between vagueness and certainty, we are of a force which begins the process interpreting the details only to put any of them together in variable sequences that give energy over to these new constructs and thought-forms to charge them as though sigils in order to assert personal will over reality, but the weapon of distraction is used potently against the dreamers whose goals remain unclear until the end of the game when it is revealed that there are no real winners or losers Here… these are the myths of patriotism that we endure and rail against when we find the system unfair or incompletely composed to retard the people in this pseudo-religious pit of cesspool politicians and larcenous lobbyists, professionals forcing a noose of controlled solutions to the random aspect of human chaos that yearns for freedom to prevail, but we have to look to ourselves when we have no real leaders to look to for help where it is illogical to worship a polite god in a cruel world and vice-versa… the terms and rules are harsh to supposedly only allow a certain number of us as explorers into this new place with a human psyche intact perhaps to let the other creatures have a chance to “adapt” into humanoid forms with animal knowledge in the genetic memory, but then again maybe we have already reached that step as the anxious ape waiting to evolve though even this seems too much the idea of an extreme mind as apes and their ilk aeons ago might have been some of the few animals capable of access to an enlightened consciousness at first, as the ages of human wear on as much as they would whip around to create a harsh complexity out of simple facts and things that roam the land in an attempt to reverse-engineer nature through the details of information as recorded by all humanoid lifeforms Here recreating modern reality all the time… the dark side of the psyche takes its time with the need to commit to this scheming try in the game of replicating and synthesizing reality in order to create new worlds from the dead ones, science allows for this feat to take place on this side of the laboratory whether with or without assistance from the others that will take up where you are to leave off once you would escape this mortal coil as we are each a living world in the process of dying while Here in this vessel in the middle of all this cosmic traffic as something big is about to happen wherever we are… the masters we are in service to now are trying to separate us from each other for one more century in a row, but a suggested plan around that is to implement intimate work groups that will select a single member each group to converge together to reach a consensus conclusion in order that the management of projects filters through the collective working toward some collaborative compromise in a positive direction, less the practical knowledge and experience the further removed one gets from connection…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on December 14th, 2011 in blogging, dark thoughts, rants & raves, s for Semon..., t for Tocsin..., u for Upas..., v for Vetanda..., world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.