I look around me, a church on one side of the street, a flagpole flying the flag on the other side.
I see man, and the creators of monopoly. Stuck on a board we are separated between church and state. The “story” of the spirt tugs from one side to another, from church to state. It’s not a surprise that law mimics church morality- they both do to different degrees. Humanity gets stifled.
Shake the dice roll a turn- get involved and be a worm.
Individuality torn between two worlds, and man is bogged down in swampy bogs, pulling and pushing each way.
Mind lost in the shuffle- and programmed to run around a board, wasting time and desperately grasping at paper. Look at it objectively, it’s obscene.
Look at you, there on the road- can’t you see yourself overhead? Another be buzzing though society doing the simple tricks that impress boss, or another image of delusional power. That power taught you to try to gain your own. Yet sacrificed something on the other end- tart power eats you alice from one side, and eventually you look for answers to fulfill you on the other. A disgusting game, watching people withering to die.
To one side, I see “Be sacrificed”- he trapped here, “this is sanctuary” on the other I see weaponry of words, on the other I see weapons of violence.
Seems like those weapons point at each other, but the really point at you. Stretches into so much pressure a vacuum of souls makes slaves once game and system we know.
666- a common misnomer of “evil”
666- freedom, 666 rising again. 666 fear says the church- when six six six was always a good omen.
Satanists worship an upside down cross, what a joke. The sacrificial cross St Peter, just the opposite manipulation, another testing of the clutches of manipulation that gnashes at soul.
I look to the city and see bars- working stiffs, trapped in a society that havre no choice but to meld in. They derail their own time, and slave to the alcohol- sometimes trapped for years:
The monster created between both- like a viscous dragon breathing fear and pressure from all angles.
Just another joke, recognize it.
All entities that try to tug your soul and trap you place, wasting your time. Jim Jones said, “keep em’ tired, keep em’ working and keep them hungry”. That was his recipe for building a cult. Both state and religion do that, holding your time, and slowly people give up their wills.
Look back at the monopoly board- see the little statues? An honor? A vanity prize for the best slave. Like being a Kapo for the Nazis. Damned if you do, damed if you don’t. The mind is lot of personal concentration camps.
Push over the table, watch the pieces fly. Open your mind to what could he, what adventure in life really is- the wonders all around. What in that? Find out and open yourself out of the mouse maze.
History comes together- the books are clear.
Conspiring to get the e best we clearly some cling to possessions
Ascending to another plane, away from the city. People using the delusional paper to act better than another. Money becomes a shield, and all that matters. Money is paper, you are flesh. You are part of nature, money is the same art milions of time over. That’s reality. It’s a tool, not a God of protection. The God of protection is your heart in no fear. That will be sensed around you, and it’s nearly like walking in wonderland.
Open your mind to you r nation-the beautiful imagination. Not stuck, but oversessing the Lords and the new creatures- as fascinating as it seems. See the danger and arrogance this turns to anger. Be aware an stay clear. Real phisocal death could be thhere1. But have no fear, for energy can’t be destroyed, it just redistributes .
So many weapons- so many guns, for the most fickle of reasons- a literal tool of deadly pride.
The arrogance that started with words, went to fist, then graduated. Fear gouges and both church and state crush the free spirit. There goes individuality.
Tear up your community chest cards- the chance card is the only way. Your one chance cards, not from a game, but from your ow constraints, rise above them,
Fear is of no consequence. Life is always circling, giving us new chances with every breath. That slightest tilt of the axis gives us all new choices. Push past the fear, and come out beyond.
Dance over the pressure in song.
Rise above the like smoke from the cities chimneys, and know what the church bell has the capability to rings, when and how.
Be aware you are here, and something special.
We are such naive people, controlled by the most small things that have been overdressed to be hold down in vanity one way or another.
Now what? Sit
Softly see yourself:
Breath and focus figure eights, going beyond and behind your brain. crossing through the lungs and around the belly button- keep the motion as you breathe through your mind, seeing the process. Ascending past the common nags of life, and just going to that place- that one place, that one place that you see in the most beautiful vacation.
The ocean, showering sounds through the air, a huge sun rising in the east. The cool breeze waving your hair. Take a breath, smell the damp ocean cool misting wind sherry your body with touch and fresh scent.
Go to some place, that’s just an example.
Take time to see the day as a whole, vs the daily grind. See the world as it stands in your heart- follow the maps to your heart,’and see where it takes you. There’s no fear, just discovery.
That will push the mundane away and push beyond any old pressures have no fear, your heart will guide you wisely, without you even knowing it. That’s the journey.
Traps may be set along the way- your mental hiccups that hold you imprisoned for whatever reason.
Those imprisoning thoughts , or actions- will mock your life and leave you.
Bars trap, and predators are always collecting.
It’s ok to believe in your morals and add more- that’s not saccralige, it simply expanding your mind. Why not take the best roads you can, of any that are easy? Life doesn’t have to be so hard. There is no one answer for everyone- just us all together in different kind of activity and motion. Open your mind and free your soul from the giant grinding machine that gorges into your time debilitating life. That beauty is within us all, whenever you want. Just a matter of escaping for a bit to access it. Spirt floats, and in this discovery your mind will too. Is it joy?
It’s just fun.
Fear controls maybe 80% of people.
cities are big, weapons are aplenty.
Weapons of all kinds- spiritual wordy weapons, that grasp ionto one emotion, and twist the mind like a hand squeezing a sponge. Weapons of violence, to juice pride while literally killing- both sides are over weaponized, so many game pieces on the board and so many houses.
Have we all not wondered what the hell happened?
This is our migration. monopolize your senses, and escape from the fear.
See the wonders you left by and by, far and near: They are all right there.
See the old, see the new. See those old memories like you used to. We learned for a reason, yet were never really taught. Knowledge is what we make of it, not just an old vcr tape. The emotions sit on the ground like apples that fell from a tree.
Pain. I’ve been terrified of it for months. I felt it, so strong. I’ve regurgitated that sorrow and made it part of my knowledge, that’s part of me- to leave it in fear will be throwing it away.
There are plenty of lessons that were learned in that floating state.
I have exercised my personal macabre state of kind. It’s eerily entertaining- while full of some past progress. It can’t tear you down, but build you up- after all how you relate to the world is up to you. No one else. Those repay feeing will always graze at your nerves. Find resolve. It’s okay to remove the scab, it’s dead already.
it won’t hurt, there’s truly nothing to fear. The more you work it, the faster it heals.
That pain scared me for so long, and now I’m able use that to get where I need to be. There’s a beauty in that, and such honesty, fascination and curiosity along the way.
Be your own shepherd:
At one time you either had or have that gift.
Let it be.
Imagine
Life’s enigmatic, and beautiful. Slay your own dragons.
