Cloak of Invisibility, Hall of Mirrors

Hey, kids.

I've been thinking a lot about this one.

If you've made it this far, there's got to be something or other I said that got through to that, "Say, WHAT?!" part of the melon that connects us all. Let's face it -- the Big Guy has high-def cable running straight through your hat rack 24/7, and you're not getting maximum clarity because you bought your receiver and tv from PTB, Inc. ("We OWN You!"tm).

It's that nagging feeling. That sense that everything is just not right. War is raging. You have to take sides...

Nope. Duality is inherently divisive. The TRUTH doesn't play for any team. And we're reaching for TRUTH, aren't we? Answers to all the "why"s. A blueprint for blue skies. And rose colored glasses that can see through lies. And the kicker is, in order for there to be Truth (and a reason to look for it) there have to be forces of war and human suffering.

Friction creates change. Opposites attract, and that dynamic is what keeps the wheels spinning. We exist because the entire Universe is made up of uncountable pushes and pulls in all things. And they all follow the same tune. Your gods all sing the same song, but in different keys.

*Pause for the "WTF?!" moment...* And we're walking...

The fine folks at PTB, Inc. ("We OWN You!"tm) are in fact doing all they can, through any means necessary, to harvest human emotional energy in an orgiastic display of soul-sucking glee. And it's the nastiest energies that get their motors running. Fear, anger, greed -- the seven deadly sins funneled off to a society of energy leeches that control the world!!! *diabolical laugh*

If they were to talk a lowly member the Herd, we'd hear how their kind can't survive without our hellish pick-me-ups. And they're not violating our Free Will any more than we would raising an animal to slaughter. If that is somethings purpose, then no harm and no foul.

Enter, well... all of us. A fly in the ointment, if you will. They recognize that some of us may not sing the tune, but we can hear it same as they can. Playing the Game properly means knowing the rules, and they have the upper hand. "An it harm none, so mote it be." Free Will is a Truth. One of the biggies. And nobody at that level of the Game wants the backlash of denying a sentient being their right to make a choice.

The Bad Guys play by the Rules?!
Of course they do. But they'll skate right up to the absolute line and tease ya with a little guilty pleasure. YOU make the decision to cross the line, and PTB Inc. now holds a lease on your misery. The Bad Guys from Space are very well-versed in getting puppets to do their nastiness. Keeps their hands clean, and (by their interpretation of the Rules) they haven't actually harmed anyone directly.

Know Thy Enemy.
They do bad things because doing Bad Things gets them closer to the the Really Big Tune. Like getting into the attic from either side of the ladder, they're reaching for Truth, too. We've grown to accept the notion that all things are cut and dried, black or white. Duality feeds their machine. Conflict. Divided countries, races, families. They will exercise any means available to them to perfect their path to the Truth. Because when you climb the hill far enough, there's an infinite number of staircases leading to the spot you stand on the Path.

So, THEY want to cause pain, suffering and general misery for all of us because that's what they do to survive and glow as sentient beings. You have made a conscious decision to opt out of the Game they set up by refusing to play. But the system exists at so many levels that it's impossible to avoid confrontation. You are being repressed, you can see the System at work, and you're backed into a corner. What can you do?

We all give off a vibe. That's our own special Mojo working, and it's tasty! Our gracious hosts are aparently lactose-intolerant when it comes to the better virtues. It just doesn't have the same snap! of the nasty hatred and bickering. So make yourself not so emotionally appealing. Be aware of the vibe you put out and deny any intrusion that challenges your Free Will.

Pay your bills. Live your life. Play the Game. Find conditions favorable to becoming who you truly are. It's not about giving a life for a cause, it's living a life for a cause. There are conditions that we simply will not be able to change, because it denies the Bad Guys their opportunity to rise above their manipulations and evolve. Their systems are in place, and we cannot tear them down. This is their end game, and the Game requires their hand gets played. Find the places between, where the song can still be heard. Look beyond a problem, difficulty or challenge. You are not food. You are here, under these conditions, because it's the best place for you to become who you are. The fight is lost if you can't hear the Song in the heat of battle.

Oedipus plays the Blues

Oedipus plays the Blues

Blindness, kids.

Sometimes a curse can be a blessing.

The closest I've ever been to blind is losing a contact lens, or that ill-fated attempt to remove the scratches from my only glasses with a power tool.

Justice is blind. Love is blind. Why do all the good and righteous things have no eyes?

The point (to the extent I ever have a point) is that recently I've been wondering if it would be easier to simply not have the faculty at all than to try and plow through the noise to really SEE what the hell's going on.

Red fish, blue fish. Isn't it all just shades of gray anyways? Swim with the school or stand out, ostracized, forced to make your own way in the sea of supposition.

Here's the thing: There's no Lasix to fix our myopia. We're 20/300 trying to figure out what the big blur on the horizon has in store for us.

TRUTH cannot be hidden, at least not entirely. The best lies are based on fact. We have the ability to see what's REALLY, TRULY REAL, but it's going to look different depending on the rose-colored glasses we're peering through. Designer labels slapped right over the peepholes. Can you see the sun through your Time-Warner bifocals?

All these words and still I've said nothing.

We intuitively know that we're bigger, better and greater than what we appear to be. We convince ourselves that we can rise above the sludge of the PTB, Inc's Work Camps. But they own the Canteen, They own the Showers. They own the Optometrist. They own the air itself. They own the mirrors that you use to justify yourself as a living, breathing human entity.

Blindness is your gift. Be blind to anything that needs to be seen to exist. Be deaf to anything that exists only to hear itself. What you're looking for is buried so far down the rabbit hole their compact fluorescents can't pentrate.But trust me - when you hear the blues, you're close... Damn close. Take a left past the "Exit Only" sign and run like hell.

You are not owned. You are not property. You are not simply a prisoner within a meat-puppet, herded like lemming-sheep to be sheared and sacrificed. Quantum interfaces link the meaty you to the YOU out there. Stop looking for the lost contact. There's plenty of light between cathode and anode. You're looking out there - it's blurry, fuzzy and will never come into focus enough for you to see Truth. Look between the shags on the shitty carpet - you'll find a way to see more clearly than you can possibly imagine.

In The Land Of The Blind

January 19, 2009

In The Land of the Blind...

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

We're all sitting on our collective asses, watching them grown rounder and we can't figure out why we're here, what we're doing, and what we do next. Who am I? Why am I here? What the f*ck is going on?

Don't blame me - you signed on for this.

Man. I've spent so much time riding the wave that I forgot to step out and smell the flowers. I mean, there's a reason we're here and now, kids. If ye be seeking excitement and adventure, then have I got a deal for you.
I know what you're feeling - sort of. All I can say that I'm an artist, dammit! Creating things is where I get my "what for". The Flow, chi, prana - all good and right and friggin' dy-no-mite! What gets your brain switched off and your mind switched on. You need that - crack for the soul.

The Reason for Being:
Call me what you will, and you'll be wrong. I like to think I am an "Artist", but I define myself by an anchor of opinion. If a tree falls in the forest, and there's no one there to hear it, I don't get to be an Artist. In Reality, I just am. No points of comparison - I am unique, as we all are. Understand - you can never live up to an ideal. When you categorize, you make assumptions which may or not be True. Your personality and sense of who you are is made up of a whole lot of assumptions. The reason you're miserable and fumbling for answers is you have intuitive knowledge that there's a universe of assumptions.

Then you start to understand the concept of Infinite.

*****

You can feel it in everything - there's a wave coming. History doesn't help us - we're in uncharted waters here. The Powers That Be ("PTB Inc. - We OWN You!") always puts out it's "A" game, but lately it seems a bit forced, rushed. Government-subsidized friggin' DIGITAL television?! Intake and output, psychological profile, cataloged and risk-assessed for your protection. Their protection. PTB Inc. seems to be suffering the same market downturn that their mechanisms down here on Terra Firma are afflicted with. Time to roll out the Big Guns and get to work pulling in their recruits for the new easier-to-digest Grand Plan. It's all or nothing at this point - the end of the Act.

People are waking up. Newborns. The PTB Inc. Acquisition Department is in overdrive, and you're going to be tempted by the low, low sticker price. Be a selfish bastard. Be YOU. You want to help your fellow man? Help them to be THEMSELVES.

You are not PROPERTY. You are not OWNED. Their is no lien on you, no unrecoverable debt. By Church or by Congress ye shall be OWNED. Say it ain't so -- no, really. Say it ain't so. And it won't be.

No, Billy can NOT come out to play.

Your pain is that you're missing the point - we came here to ride this one out. Me personally, I'd like to head on down the trail like Slim Pickins in Dr. Strangelove. Yee haw, y'all.

The smallest step forward is infinitely greater than no step taken at all.

Start walking...