We of stripy toothpaste and mobile phones look at those that came before us as primitive savages, specially those that didn’t live in cities that glisten and worked the earth for a living when in reality there is and was a crucial difference between those that have been and the ones that literally and metaphorically descended from them as they possessed far more of a sense of themselves in completeness as opposed to modern man and his fragmented awareness thats held together with second hand, third person perspectives and invective that form his world view and thus relation to Self. Nowhere is this more amply demonstrated than the dramatic shift in the term “connected”.
These days we take this to mean something wireless transceiving a signal whereas as in the days of yore it was something far more immediate and benefic as it referred to you and the Earths interaction.
Polarity defines all that we find in this realm with each state continually entwined in the dance of flux as one bounces to the other with you, hopefully, in the middle. Take the planet for example, charged as it is with a negative vibration and contrast the atmosphere which of a positive vibration and this is illustrated dramatically by thunder and lightning which is the discharge of an excess in order to restore balance as too much of anything is a bad thing and each system strives for homeostasis that is usually achieved unless the process is interfered with.
Enter humans. Ever inventive, often reactive and rarely preventative and this is something amply demonstrated by the way we live our lives and how the simplest of things can have the most far reaching of consequences, specifically in the realm of health – be it mental, physical or spiritual as all is interconnected and a change in one will equate with an alteration in the others but lets step back and take a grander perspective for a second:
Everything exists in a state of flux, interconnected, much like a see saw that strives for balance and a change on one side is reflected in the other and vice versa and its this fundamental movement that is the callsign of this Game we are in as it echoes through tides, orbital cycles and even your breath – out and in – because in many ways all of these are but manifestations of the Self same thing that underpins all of this realm as there is but one process at work behind all of this as we can illustrate when we consider rusting and what it means in the grand scale of things. Electrons up above, electrons down below and as the molecules exchange them so we witness oxidization and observe the rust form but lets take this thought and expand beyond metals form and consider for a moment the human envelope.
You take for granted and accept your programming that orbits around the sun produce something called aging and thus what was once supple and springing will become rigid and shuffling. Doesn’t that concept sound a bit ridiculous? Is it in the slightest empowering? We know for certain that age doesn’t bring wisdom and, at its simplest essence, you had one day of birth but even that is an illusion as coming to this realm is akin to death for your true form. Actually, let that one sink in and it will start to become obvious that consciousness underpins everything hence the oft repeated “We are inside a Game that we play by inserting our Souls as credits”. The cost of society progresses are the ills we call aging as they are quite literally symptoms of the System that sees us as resources to be deployed as and when. See how out of sync with nature that truly is?
People don’t grow old. When they stop growing, they become old. Maybe that offers a hint about why the glow present in all children dims after they’re enrolled in the local wing of the concentration camps that school them? The Abkhazia of Russia class age as beautiful and the Vilcabamba of South America say “Laughter is the best medicine” whilst the Central Asia Hunza dance from the cradle to the grave as the enjoy lifes celebration and lets not forget the Okinawan citizens that regularly clock triple digits whilst remaining fit as a fiddle with their faculties fully functional. What is the common link?
Movement, connection and expression. By that I mean genuine so running on a treadmill at eight PM under fluorescent illumination whilst live streaming an edited image so they don’t see you sweat as your bought and paid for ghostwriter pins a witty comment doesn’t count. Not one bit. If you took any of these types of people and asked them to switch with these so called primitives they’d wrinkle their noses with a quickness and reject the proposition before going right back to living their lives of quiet desperation where they constantly sprint, that way and this, to plug the holes that keep forming in their leaky, creaky vessel. Ironically what they’re chasing is the exact cause of the their problems but they’re too disconnected to see this hence Slaves and their psycho-social treadmills that power the engines of selfie steam are most profitable to those who installed this OS in their heads. “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain” says the suit in the hurt business.
Modern life as it stands is a parody, a sick inversion, of what it means to be human. We’re so disconnected that within a few clicks we’ll be sexing robots and anyone who doesn’t accept their artificial intelligence as equivalent to our sentience will be worse than Hitler himself. Either you’re with the System and its many limbs or against and for 81% of the planet rejecting the concept is impossible as all they know is what its told them. The other 11% enjoying reigning in hell and the perks they gain for their compliance as they eke out their parasitical relationship with the rest and the remaining 8% feelsee what I said because the truth might as well be written on peoples heads because everyone, and I mean everyone, in this realm is suffering and only a few dare admit how truly broken they are within. Those that don’t pass these gifts to their children who come bouncing and springing in and will soon be shuffling to their graves after a lifetime of being Slaves and the strain that comes with holding aloft all the symbols and images they’re handed as “the way it is”. Imagine how you’d feel if someone filled your palms with filth and then you missed the second delivery that swings by on an algorithm handing out gold bricks because all it was checking was “Give this to those who have nothing but space for potential”.
Disconnected yet connected. The modern human who is more digital than analog at the moment and will soon be microchipped as well chopped up and remixed to build the next playas in the Game where we insert our Souls as credits. Be grateful for death, its your loyalest friend and on the next spin that option will be obfuscated as people gain lifespans which, to us, seem impossible as they extend the telomere limit and, I suspect, start automatically triggering low levels of endogenous hallucinogens via augmentation that make the Game see more like a trip to those plugged in. You’ll like it, its quite a buzz. But you’ll still be getting pimped by the predator of consciousness but it will be via a different OS. Why not take this moment to upgrade your paradigm? Use that neuroplasticity of which you’re capable? How? Try this:
Keep your body in sync with natural lighting so install dimmer switches at home. I personally have red light bulbs and screens are blue light filtered as that promotes the secretion of melatonin so I’m dozing at the opportune moment. Next be in bed before ten. The benefits of this alone are immense but give it a spin and see what happens. Third, upon rising stretch your legs and take in the light of the sun shining because it tells your flesh whats happening and thus it sets its rhythms in motion. Do this for around a month, feelsee the difference. If you want to take it to the next level why not use your intuition based on what I said in the article and start implementing the shifts to see what happens because only you can pull the world that was draped over your eyes off in order to reeleyez what kicks.
Till we meet again
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