Other fish in the sea...

Desperation.

When I was a kid I would live in unsettled fear of everything. I feared water, I feared crowds, I feared change. In order to survive on Terra Firma, you need to adjust and adapt, and I learned hard that change is never something that you've planned for. And reacting in predictable ways to unpredictable situations often leads to beating your head against the wall.

What you learn from hitting the wall with your head repeatedly is:
1) It hurts. Every time.
2) The skull can (on occasion) take a surprising amount of damage.
3) Referencing #2, it's amazing what you can survive.
(See "empath","war", "medical field", "emt", "divorcee", "tattoo enthusiast", "father of five")

Your psyche has been beating itself senseless against the wall since your birth. You know you're seeing the Truth through a pinhole. That's what makes you different. But that's also what makes you tortured and unwilling to go with the tide.

Peer pressure keeps you in the net. Red fish, Blue fish - you are aware that you can make a choice in which color you present. Not too many people can live the hermit's life, away from the school. In order to communicate and interact with another human being, you need to establish a mutually acceptable form of exchanging information. We can never be sure of our choices and need validation for our very existence. The human spirit cannot live in a vacuum.
(See:"Being God's Eyes")

Now, your soul is screaming from every pore that the poo is about to catch the fan. Psychic adrenaline rushes through you -- "Get me the FUCK out of here!" We're speaking that language right now- you and I - as we mutually accept that I am sharing ideas and you have read this far. In a nutshell, the issue up for discussion is the Human Condition. And we're talking the End Of Life As We Know It.

The tools you carry with you on your journey up the mountain are based on information spoon-fed to you from birth, and has little to do with Truth, or what's really going on. Start being more selective about what enters the melon- the Truth is everywhere, but to know it puts you in immediate danger of scooting out of the Net. And it's not just going to slap you in the face saying, "Here I am! The Answer!"

Challenge everything -- the Truth cannot be hidden. But the problem is we're all going to have to find our own Truths, as my perfect wave is nothing like yours. And that, ironically, is why the Black Hats have already lost. The cubicle life of uniformity and servitude doesn't work for long. One sunny day you're going to realize how good the sun feels and the air smells and you're taking a recess and never coming back. Grab the board - the surf's looking like it's going to be a good day.

As I see it, there's a system at work, and as much as I can know, I believe in a world like this:

The soul farm's been here a long, long time. Old habits die hard. In this Garden of Eden, we're growing hate and misery - the tastiest of psychic produce! And there's a lot riding on an excellent harvest. PTB Inc. ("We Own You"tm) has invested tens, if not hundreds of thousands of years developing this fertile soil. Billions and billions served. The great cycle comes again and the biggest, juiciest gathering of human misery is right on the doorstep. But there's a snag that they can't get around: seems this farm's about to be repossessed by the land Herself, so she can retire comfortably after a job well done.
(see "reptilian shape-shifters, Illuminati, Bigfoot, UFOs, the Loch Ness Monster and the theory of Atlantis". )

But back to the mess we have to live with every day. Think of it as a pyramid scheme. Little squabbles down here become collected and feed the PTB Machine. SO, in order to maximize the harvest with the least amount of hands-on, PTB has signed on with the best and the brightest to control every avenue of information about REALITY. And it's working, kids. People are kept in a psychic coma, deprived of their own world view and encouraged to give up the tough job of decision making and self-preservation. TV, radio, mass media of all kinds telling you who and what you are - a commodity. A thing to be deprived of its true essence in order to become a more productive source of hate and discontent.

You are being herded towards reacting and responding in very predictable ways. Hide under the covers and ignore the hot breath of the Beast on your neck. Take up arms and hack away at the toes of the Beast. Crush yourself into a ball and withdraw entirely. So few take the path of passing between the cracks, surfing the Wave and slipping through the cogs. Because the information is not easy to access, the option to opt out is rarely considered, let alone implemented in the average mind.

The secret to all religions lies not in the heirarchy but in each of us. No gods without subjects. But what if you are a religion of one? To worship the part of you that connects to ALL THAT IS. The prophets spoke volumes about the power of faith, connectedness and unity with all things. And the notion that everything is exactly as it should be is paramount. Intelligent design or divine province, it matters not Padawan. Realizing you have God on speed-dial at al times is the key you need to see through the noise and distractions of PTB Inc.

Duality. Divisiveness. Us and Them. It's their primary strategy. Divide and conquer. Imprison without having to do the paperwork. The dollar has become the choke collar we hang ourselves with. We do not make them, we do not own them, we can only trade them at what we're told their worth.
(see: Seven Deadly Sins, Economics 101, The Hustler)

They want you to see the coming war. The rockets red glare by land, sea or air. Economic warfare. You owe debts via a contract you never signed, and you feel obligated (by force, I might add) to continue that toxic tradition. You are Owned. But you can't be owned. You can't sell your soul, at least not forever. You agree to play. So, change the Game. Screw the pawns. Ignore the King. Real strategy requires you to know your enemy and the rules in play.