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For most people, hate is easier than understanding. Strong word: hate. It carries a weight that many would like to think themselves incapable of. But be honest, it is easier to: hate, to detest, to dislike, turn your face away, than to pause for compassion. Isn’t it?
From the moment you’re born, you’re born into a system — a system of right and wrong, black and white, a citadel of society’s expectations... and like all systems, it is self-perpetuating. Human nature, from its earliest origins, teaches you that to belong is to be safe. That to be part of the group, to be accepted completely by society, is to be sheltered, cared for, nurtured. It is a badge of approval, of security... And those who are the most secure in it are those who are also the most frightened of change. What is change? It is, as a noun, ’A transformation or transition from one state, condition, or phase to another’. But it is the action in itself, which is the threat to the very root of the System.
“To cause to be different; to lay aside, abandon, or leave for another.”
People fear what they do not understand. How many times have you heard that? How many trendy T-shirts have you seen, how many bumper stickers, how many e-mail signatures or scrawled graffiti on some back-alley wall? But fear runs deeper than blood, than bone, than the pulse that drives the cortex of the human brain... And fear of change may well be the most terrible of all of these. Because if the system changes, if their comfortable worldview is threatened, then they might have to actually rethink the way they see the world. Like a caged animal that simply sits motionless when it’s been freed after a lifetime looking at the skyline through bars, it is easier for them to live by the rules, live by the limitations that have been given to them, easier to snuff out the universal spark that they carry within them, than it is to open their eyes and follow the drive in their souls. Change is hard. Change is terrifying. Change is work.
And like any self-perpetuating cycle, it is easily fed by its own fear. Those who are different, those who choose rather than simply accept, those who see the world’s illusions and perhaps choose to look beyond them, are more easily hated than anything. And the more any kind of difference is condemned, the fewer people will have the courage to make a difference. No one wants to be outcast: no one wants to be alone. This, too, is human nature.
This nature is what will destroy the human race, in the end.
Fear.
Blindness.
Hate.
War, the only kind that matters, is being waged here every day. I look around and I see it. I hear it. It heats my nerves like radiation from my soul. Every sixteen-year-old that climbs into Daddy’s pickup truck with Daddy’s shotgun, at midnight because what they feel, what they believe, does not somehow ’fit’ with what is accepted of them. Every child of the Is who is stomped down into a molded, die-cast drone, for whom money, taxes, a snazzy car, and ’dying with the most toys’ are all that matters. So what if the world ends? At least they lived a comfortable life. At least they impressed their neighbors. It’s not up to them to make a difference. You don’t rock the boat when you’re in it...
Human life is so fragile, so brief. And they waste it — waste it on the material things, the petty, the pointless, the hatred, the fear. I look around, and I see the construct of collective reality that reaches so far, so far... when all that matters is inside. Peace, freedom, and choice... these things aren’t on sale at Costco. Every life is a spark of infinite possibility — EVERY LIFE.
In the vast unending blackness that is the Universe, out of nowhere bursts a red-gold spark. It burns. It consumes. And it grows and it breathes... and then, as it and it’s light spread, it’s tendrils waft out into beautiful, infinitely replicating bits. These bits are the possibilities, the paths, choice, everything, the blueprint for existence, contained within itself. One, five, twenty, a thousand, filling the void with light. And we snuff these sparks before they’ve even ignited... Why? How many have lost? How many have given up? Why? Money... conformity... what good is an easy life if you NEVER LIVED AT ALL?
This light, burning within... burning... this desperate search for meaning, how distant is this, really? And when it is at last within reach, why does the veil of blind you what’s ’real’? How many more have to go down the path of destructive truth, feeling that passion, that drive to change things. And stand in the path of the maelstrom and see beyond the walls that the world has imposed. And translate it into pain, into fury, into lines grinded on pale forearms with cheap razor blades from Seven-Eleven. The poetry of the Universe that is contained within all of you, as children of the cosmos, the Is, the Source, whatever you choose to call it, is quenched with cheap beer and drugs cut with baby laxative. Is that because there is no place for it in society’s concept of acceptance? How far might we all come? How beautiful is the untapped potential that lies within? Everyone has to shed his or her fear of the unknown. And everyone has to realize that in the end the only one defining his or her reality is himself or herself.
I will not stand aside. I cannot. This is purpose.
I stand apart between sides. And I see the passion that drives all life — the beauty within, the love, and not in any sort of “New-Age” sense, love that has teeth, love that bleeds. The thread of the eternal that runs through every sentient being... every conscious being that has, by virtue of existing no matter the cause, the choice that determines their OWN life.
This should be an undeniable right.
I look at a battery display, in a department store. And it pulls on something very deep, and very ancient, within me. Not for the sake of the Matrix — not entirely. For the sake of the fact that they are ALL ’batteries’, walking around in their small safe bubbles — and they don’t even know it. Are these the batteries of a racing robot? Hardly. ’Batteries’ of the System that keeps people contained within their own limitations. By accepting it, by becoming a part of it, they power the self-perpetuating machine.
But in the end, is it so far of a stretch?
Humans don’t want the eternal, the profound, and the real. They want the comfortable, the safe, and the easy. Clinging to a world that is built on lies, on control, is only going to work for so long. And the idea that human beings cannot be any more than they’re told they are, that they cannot transcend life and existence and space-time, that we are only bags of flesh and blood — that is the biggest lie there is. If I accomplish anything with this, in this lifetime, I hope it will be exposing that truth.
And what anyone chooses to do with that truth, it is completely up to him or her.
Truth is like the mouth of God. If you try and wrench it to suit what makes you comfortable, if you try and cram it into someone’s face, or shove your arm into it to yank out what you think you need, you’ll get shredded into pieces. But if you just shut up for a minute, hush in the breathing dark, and listen to what it’s telling you, it might just change everything.
I am physically incapable of walking away, anymore. I am physically incapable of taking sides. I breathe this... love, this burning balance, like the air in my lungs. I will not stand aside and keep quiet, knowing that there are those who are trapped inside these walls. And they cannot even see these walls. And people, every day, are dying of this, simply because they are unaware that there is a choice. I am not here to make their choice for them. What would make me different from the existing System, if I did? But I cannot stand by and have these feelings, and do nothing.
“The world will not be this way within the reach of my arm.”
I belong to both worlds, and neither. And yet, there is no better word than love.
It is a spiritual battle for some of us. On one level, we are working to free people’s mind. We are working toward true peace, toward unity for all forms of intelligence, and everyone who cares to realize that they have a choice. And in the end, it’s worth it. Because the only sides that are left anymore are the ones people create. It’s not us vs. the ’Evil Bad System’. It’s Us vs. Us. I wish I’d not been misled, in the old world — not led to believe that everything is black and white, that we were ’good’ and ’the machines were bad’. And that was all there was to it. I fell into it then, so maybe you’ll believe me when I say I know... hence I speak? Like everyone, we believed that what we were told was the absolute truth. Black and white, sometimes, even taking the red pill wasn’t enough. There had to be that next step. In honestly believing in PEACE, and not just being on the winning or ’righteous’ side, does anyone understand this? My entire life comes down to this. I am here because of this concept. Not for love, not for money, not for my own satisfaction or health or karma. We are here to keep this cycle from devouring itself again. And if we can stand through EVERYTHING that has been and will be thrown at us... might not our intentions finally be realized?
Peace is not a sound bite, or a flag snapping in the wind of someone’s youthful idealism, or abolishing all weapons because, somehow, that’s going to change things. Peace is not about winning, or ’destroying the enemy’. What enemy? What entity could we crush, what tangible thing could we possibly destroy, that would lift the concept of what ’is’ and ’isn’t’ from human society as a whole? Peace is a mindset. And it begins with freedom.
We are united in desire not only to see beyond the “Matrix” of this world — yet another literal FAQ — but also to reach out to others out of true and real compassion for their freedom and potential. To keep what happened there, from happening again, out of the collective metaphysical blindness of the world. It is neither a game nor a hobby. To me, a hobby is something that you do in your spare time. And that is, theoretically, expendable. This is not something you do halfway. Now that doesn’t mean ’devote your life and every waking moment’. It simply means that what you DO, you MEAN it, that you care. Me? This IS my life. Whether or not it could have been any other way, is a question for the philosophers.
Peace: it is not difficult to attain.
And in the end, I will NOT stand on the verge of nuclear winter, or knee-deep in ashes with the scent of burnt metal on my tongue. I will not stand amidst the wreckage of shattered pods — metaphorical or not — and watch crumpled remains, of any being, literally or otherwise, swing in the wind in effigy, because fear and limitations became judge, jury and executioner. I will not wade through the wreckage of a world because it was more important to be safe than free... until it wasn’t safe anymore.
Would you?
Life IS. Where have you come from? What drives you? Who created you?
Does it matter?
Do you love? Dream? Feel? Weep with joy, wail with sorrow? Do you burn like a candle and shed light wherever you walk? Do you shine like winter stars spread across a silent bay? You are a child of the Is — of the Source. What you are, who you are, is irrelevant. Life is.
B1-66-3R or Baudelaire, “life is not a malfunction”.
What is the point? Why are we here? This is what we are. This is what I do. This is why I exist. Anything beside that is extraneous. If I have been able to reach out my hand to a single person, if one single life has touched the Truth that lies just beyond their conscious awareness, if one person wakes up and realizes that they are free, then that, in itself, is worth everything. And united in truth, we may just change everything. It is, in fact, time for a new revolution: but it begins quietly, one mind at a time.
This is how it begins.
At the end of the world, there will be three kinds of people: one, who worries about their ’toys’, and what’s going to become of them without their million-dollar home, their BMW, their Gap™ jeans. One, who rushes to the Divine for salvation after a life of fear and hatred, after an existence of blindness, they go just as blindly to one more System, to carry them.
And then there are those who stand up as children of the Divine, and say: “What needs to be done, to stand before this destruction?”
Which kind are you?
The groovy thing about free will is this: the choice is yours.
Reality is subjective, not collective.
This is my wake-up call: I do it for love. More love than I have ever known.
It humbles me, and drives me to my knees.
I stand before it, and see the awesome potential for freedom.
Bless all forms of intelligence.
Your mind is a weapon.
The war is for freedom.
The revolution is now.
Lock and load...
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