Change is a cunning thief. With a dark cloak, keen eye and sharp teeth its seeks its prey and sneaks up, silently. By the time most realize the presence of this beast its too late to a thing for it has them in its ferocious grip and will never relent. From then onwards people will try many things ranging from lying to the themselves, pretending its something else or various harebrained schemes in order to deny reality but best believe me when I say:
Change is a cunning thief.
Some of us, however, turn the Game on its head and refuse to play Victim. Instead we become the Opponent and spend every moment stalking changing, preempting it in a sense. Directing it with our will, using our intent and skills to play it to the hilt. After all, it beats the options.
Change grins. “Finally, a worthy Opponent” it says as it accepts the challenge and from now on know your life will be relentless as it will attempt to cloud your vision, offering many a fair temptress or smooth distraction designed to ensure the power shifts in its direction.
This is the stark reality of what we’re up against in this realm and why they say change is the only constant. So many people don’t comprehend this and thus the blooming flowers that surround them in youth die without a whiff as they’re too busy chasing something else. In that deal, change wins because of what you left on the table as unrealized potential.
Now, imagine Change forms a team. A group to assist engage in the deceit. Some of them willingly signed up and relish their roles with glee as they take a percentage of the rake for each Soul they break from its true destiny. Others don’t have a clue and are just sucked into the trickery due to their boundaries being weak or because of a life time of self deceit. It matters not to Change. “The more the merrier” it whispers with a scream as it attempts to transcend polarity.
See, Changes little secret is it craves constancy. That apparent solidity of not being blown this way and that, existing in the gaps and feasting on scraps as it slips in and out quietly. Its schemes are so effective that most never realize its trickery. Slowly, steadily, it gains an immense influence as its coffers are filled with the spoils of war its been waging on the hearts of men since they first learned to push a pen and thus could be maneuvered with symbols.
“Ah yes” Change says with a grin, “This makes my life so much more simple as I can make those thousand words per image mean whatever I wish… Maybe then it will be enough and I’ll finally be an equal”. See, Change certainly covets what the Prime possess in abundance as she is akin to the hub around which the spokes spin. “Totally silent, unmoving and yet births everything and sets it all in motion” Change thinks as it looks on with a gluttonous vision.
Humans, on the whole, are generally unaware of the Prime and what it means as Change instructed them to chase various forms of wild geese under the order from those who speak. See, Change knows you like the back of its hand because Changes plan is to make you think there is no difference between your wish and its commands. Yes, its quite a simple yet elegant trick as Change decided to replace the Psylense of the Prime with noiZ instead. A never ending babble which flows without end in the heads of its captives as they wander round the planet, under the influence.
Change chuckles to itself as you curl your lips, totally unaware that its at whilst you’re thinking with. Change has been a long time coming. It arrived but not many see as they are looking for it distantly. Thats all by design. Almost by decree as change is attempting to usurp the Prime and define reality as it sees fit for it wishes to shine in its engineered darkness.
My, my, my this tale took a twist into the darkness that was quite unexpected, yes? Change has a strange way of doing this. With a dark cloak, keen eye and sharp teeth its seeks its prey and sneaks up, silently. By the time most realize the presence of this beast its too late to a thing for it has them in its ferocious grip and will never relent.
From then onwards people will try many things ranging from lying to the themselves, pretending its something else or various harebrained schemes in order to deny reality but best believe me when I say:
Change is a cunning thief.
Some of us, however, turn the Game on its head and refuse to play Victim. Instead we become the Opponent and spend every moment stalking, changing, preempting it in a sense. Directing it with our will, using our intent and skills to play it to the hilt. After all, it beats the other options.
Its much like falling asleep into a dream and forgetting the visions are illusionary. But what if one couldn’t rise? Could no longer discern freely? What then, I wonder? What kind of world would it be? One in which folks cling to a past that wasn’t what it seems, no matter how much they believe, as they simply weren’t present to witness it. Nor do they unwrap the gift of the now as they’ve been driven from the moment as they run to and from futures they both want and detest. Thats much like yelling at the TV set in order to change the program, you’re on the wrong side of the equation. And yet, people do it.
Without thinking, may I add, without thinking and that really is the key to all of this as that is the first step to discernment and thus one churns their own ocean and stirs their awareness as they wish instead of the cream being whipped to the surface then drained off steadily by the beast named Change which feasts so tenderly. Or brutally. “I reserve the right to reverse the rites and spells or weave them ever intricate” it states with a grin as you move and curl your lips, like a puppet on a string.
The Warrior looks within and notices the difference when they are the Changer or the Changed. The Process or Processed because, in that respect, Change is measured by its influence and thats is why I said it stalks its prey in silence with teeth and claws bright red as it says again and again “Change is the only constant” as it shuffles the same cards around in the deck. Lets diverge for a moment:
Fifty two cards in the Game, that is whats at play. How many different ways do you think they can be arranged? Really ponder this because the answer is quite surprising as whilst it is not infinite it still is staggeringly immense. Picture it like this:
There are four people and four chairs. How many different ways can they sit as Change does its thing and shuffles the variables presenting? The answer is twenty four, the same as the amount of hours you each day get. These are the permutations and combinations it can create with such a simple set of options. Now lets say Change started dealing cards instead, in the Factorial sense. It has Fifty Two in the deck and if it started calculating the hands at the rate of one per sec starting thirteen point eight billions years since it would still be dealing brand new, never before seen hands as you read this and the trend would run unchecked for billions of years coming, off in the distance. The number of potential combinations? Immense:
To place it in perspective Change has more options than there are atoms on Earth and we, at the basic level, are gifted with this curse so the question is are you the Process or Processed? Yes, Change is a cunning thief.
With a dark cloak, keen eye and sharp teeth its seeks its prey and sneaks up, silently. By the time most realize the presence of this beast its too late to a thing for it has them in its ferocious grip and will never relent. From then onwards people will try many things ranging from lying to the themselves, pretending its something else or various harebrained schemes in order to deny reality but best believe me when I say:
Change is a cunning thief.
Some of us, however, turn the Game on its head and refuse to play Victim. Instead we become the Opponent and spend every moment stalking changing, preempting it in a sense. Directing it with our will, using our intent and skills to play it to the hilt. After all, it beats the options.
Till we meet again
