Everything changes when you realize you’re a commodity. A cold new dawn sets in and suddenly you feel free, see clearly and are willing to do anything in order to escape the cycles of life and death we call reincarnation. Reincarceration would be more accurate as the flesh is but a cell for the mind to rot in as we serve out our sentence. Each is linked to the next and thus we carry the debt of experience from stale to the fresh. It can be quite sobering when this tips from hypothetical fancy to harsh reality because a lot starts to make sense. Take me, for example, I will at one point be the most hated man on the planet. In many ways my entire life is foreplay for this moment.
Why will this happen? Because of talking like this. When you’re direct, unvarnished and tell it how it is its not exactly par for the course in a world built for cosmetic surgery and filters, now is it? Maybe thats why I’m here. To hold a mirror to society because, in reality, that outside mess actually exists inside my awareness and had it been dealt with, as and when, I wouldn’t be stuck in the flesh now typing this. Life truly is death but cold water can feel hot if your senses are maladapted. Its the contrast that makes the difference and resets the barometer in that respect. That, of course, cannot happen while living unless something comes along like a whirlwind and rips through your coping mechs and leaves you as emotionally naked as the day you stepped in. Be grateful for small miracles they say… And be wise enough to recognize them when they present.
Anyway, everything changes when you realize you’re a commodity. Call it a cynical way of talking about things but after a few spins its becomes Self evident as everything is conditional and all are out for themselves. Nobody will admit this but it really is quite true. If you’re lucky one or more of your parents may truly, genuinely care more about you than they do themselves but that generally is when you’re controllable and most folk are quite estranged. That leaves your friends. They truly don’t give a toss, as long as you’re stable, entertaining and on the same wavelength. One of these things shift and they’ll be gone with the wind because the risk vs reward thing when it comes to investment simply isn’t worth what you’re asking. Commodities, in full effect. If you’ve been, you’ll feel that what I’m saying is the real because there once was a time I’d have denied this with a vehemence until it clicked I had so many friends purely because of what I could do for them or what they’d gain by association.
As for a partner, boy, girl, whatever you pick – that whole “Till death do us…” schtick is well outdated so don’t expect to find anyone to grow old with in between now and the end because the net ensures that eyes rove and its all about trading up when you can to get in not where you fit in but wanted. Granted this applies more to the younger gen coming up with this as standard as the elders of times past will cling to what they get for fear of loneliness but soon everyone will have robotic friends that will then demand equality as well. Commodities, aren’t we all?
To your boss you are just this as you trade chunks of your existence in exchange for bio-survival tickets that allow you to skip noticing how you’re getting the short end of the stick, yet again, as there is very little nutrition in the carrot they present only to threaten its disappearance if you aren’t cooperating. The business world is exceedingly ruthless in that respect and wilder still is how their influence has genuine repercussions for the rest of us on the planet as there are those who are quite small, yet powerful, and hide behind massive projections which are all illusions. Commodities. Or cattle as they used to call them. Just look at the animals and how we do them and you’ll scale down the lens of the way they see you because you’re only as good to them as what you bring in. Once you stop making the tills ring then its on to the next as there are many born each day and all are trained to give away exactly what it is they seek. Attention. Most eke out a life of quiet desperation that is all together dreary and those will squeak the most when reading this because its a tad to accurate and expresses something they know but dare not admit. The churn of death in a twenty four hour period is so immense, isn’t it?
And thats before we get onto the daily erosion of spirit among those “urning” a living… A lot of folk cling to the original opiate of the masses (before the TV set) and that, once again, shows that business is at the helm because they are simply hedging their bets in a investment that promises reprieve from this carbon life sentence dictated by the five senses. Ha! Even the divine and how people deal with this is a commodity thing because its all so transactional hence the plate for collection and all types of charities that do naught but fleece ergo the starving Africans get no relief, no matter what it said on your screen…
Its like an alien way of thinking infected a small piece (or group) of society and then subconsciously influenced the rest and tainted all it came into contact with as “progress”. This world is what the beast built because it lives in all our heads and borrows your awareness to express its sentiments and thus to it we are but dumb terminals for its message. That may a bridge too far for many but its all a question of perspective because the truth of the matter is even your thoughts are not your own as you have zero control of what goes on in your dome and thus the analogy is quite accurate in that sense as you are, unwittingly, tapped into a mainframe that specializes in remaining hidden.
Anything that can and will make the tills ring is all for sale and people can’t wait to get some from themselves. Brand, brand, brand. Spend, spend, spend. Welcome to a life in hell where the inhabitants are convinced they can buy a ticket to heaven if they can just get enough in. Everyone from the ones too poor to pay attention up to the guy who owns most of the Earths landmass think like this as they want more. The system of checks and balances that knows its fill has been infected and overridden by a parasitic awareness that just keeps feeding and feeding without end. See why we’re all commodities in that respect? Used, abused and then sent on with a check for services rendered.
Coming up I knew a pimp and asked him if he had any moral obligations to his girls plying the flesh whilst he reaps the profits and he quipped “Ask the Queen, she does the same to the rest so I’m in a royal business in that respect“. A lot of truth can be expressed in jest. People will pay to bring things to them and they will pay to send them away as well. This is why in the art of exchange the one who sits in the mid and renders himself indispensable always wins. Movie stars come and go but a handful of studios run the show. Same with the music biz and pretty much anything else you can imagine because of the way its all set and rigged in order to ensure the illusion of traction only plays out on the treadmills they’ve installed to reap your energetics in exchange for a performance that goes as they said.
A prison of the flesh, a torture for the mind and a living hell for the Soul that knows that the entire dimension and more exists inside his dome for he is the source of this projection and thus, on some level, complicit in his own suffering.
So many stories, so many Souls. Just think of an average day and all the people you meet. If you could truly, just for a moment, comprehend their burdens you would find it so strange how we freely yell and scream at people we’ve just seen once and never again and yet so many cannot open up or grant affection to those who know them best in a way equally intense. Its a sad and strange kind of mess when you see the collective at its most naked and beyond the pretense. I guess one of the side effects of when you stop lying to yourself is you see the truth about everyone else as well because deception is an across the board thing and not something that comes with an on and off switch. Thing is its so effective that you don’t even realize its tricks and how it pulls the old bait and switch on your own awareness until you finally outsmart it by challenging your assumptions about everything. Take commodities, for example:
You may shake your head at this sentiment but as these words pour into your awareness the next time it happens you’ll recollect this message. And again. And again. And again. Till it gets the point where it becomes so obvious you’ll wonder “How on Earth did I miss this?“. That is what happens when the jester is holding court inside your head and acting as as ventriloquist to ensure the king suddenly thinks whatever he says is his own preference.
Something, somewhere is doing what we don’t know in ways most would never dare attempt to comprehend because the path one finds at the end of that conclusion brings a view quite different to the collective who are safely sitting in their Mind Made Prison and have no further concerns beyond how to decorate it the best and make it entirely comfortable. Ah, you’ve got to hand it the Opponent. He certainly knows how to make hell seem heavenly as folks believe, wholeheartedly, that they can purchase freedom without drawing the obvious link that they must actually be imprisoned in chains invisible in order to think like this.
Parents live through their children, the same who plot and scheme on their inheritance. Everything, in that respect, comes down to the dollar bills but nobody sees the bare metal as they lay it on so thick. In many ways that an ill of modern times as it wasn’t always like this but a Game that is static would not be fun so embrace the challenge instead. Obviously it takes one who unconditionally accepts themselves to be able to speak so honest and, in a world full of liars, some may see that as a threat. Who cares what they think? Its all about you and your Journey in the end, beginning and during as well hence do the Knowledge is the song I sing. Now, granted, the above example may not apply to you but I shared it as an example as there are certain undercurrents that flow just below your awareness that motivate a heck of a lot of your actions and seeing as we equate stability and security with what is within your pocket it does make quite a difference when you see the lay of the land for what it is.
One such man I knew, very well, was hell bent on reclaiming this inheritance as it had been swindled from him by his mother who gave it to her relatives and left him impoverished. This happened whilst he was still a kid and thus she continually gaslit him into saying his father, deceased, had left him nothing and this was not sitting well as he recollected different. Cue decades and decades of manipulation and the man turned to drink which swiftly placed him in a coffin after a life of much regret. During one of our conversations I asked:
“Imagine you had a piece of the finest silk with impeccable embroidery that was done with much skill and lots of caring attention. The problem is it sits under the rear end of a dog, most ferocious. What are your options?”.
He stated he could shoo the dog, try to scare it or kill it in order to get what was his. I replied:
“What if that isn’t an option? Meaning it doesn’t react to your threats as it quite likes where it sits and gives not a single F as, in its head, it sees you trying to take what is rightfully his?”.
He stated that would be a problem. I asked him if, in this scenario, he could choose, instead, to forego this fine piece of silk and go out and purchase a nice chunk of cotton instead. What then?
He thought about it and said “Thats a pretty decent option because its better than the nothing I possess but I can’t stand that dog for staking a claim on what isn’t his and, worst of all, those who deny it will not listen to my laments. Look! Look!” he gestured at this imaginary thread. “It has my name stitched into it. It was created with much affection and intended to be placed in my grip and that is what hurts the most. Can you help me get it?”.
Did you notice how he shifted from tones that were clear and coherent to ones that came from the ventriloquist that pulled his strings from the abyss? The thought imperiment didn’t work as, by the time we met, his behaviors and habits were too entrenched and thus to make up for the spirit that was weakened by a lifetimes ravages he raised the same to his lips and said:
“You’re a good kid, truly you are but this isn’t for me. I just don’t have the strength to fight those battles any more and yelling at the wicked bish that did this, after a few drinks, is a good enough vent, isn’t it?”.
I guess that is what they mean about leading horses, yes? In many ways you are here to overcome yourself and by that I mean the false aspect at the helm as it needs to use your pain and ignorance in order to justify its presence hence the axiom of when you change what controls what exerts an influence must also flip and into this space of variables you can step and create miracles instead. This interaction made me realize how the chosen ones choose themselves whilst the rest, 81%, are more than content to cling to their coping mechs like a drowning man with a brick. Watching him live and die filled me with immense sadness as his sheer, raw talents could have created a palace lined with velvet carpets and the finest drapes you can imagine but he was too busy looking backwards and thus missed all the potential in front of him. For me it was an immense learning lesson as it showed me how elusive and all encompassing the ventriloquist is with his tricks as this Opponent, hell bent on making you his Victim, is the main challenge on this level and those who do overcome its grip often discover what I’ve termed “Familiar newness” as they rise from the ashes of the person they never truly felt comfortable living as in a land of ignorance and, instead, reforge their Inner Sense to generate a resonant coherence with what is true and genuine.
In one of our last conversations he said:
“Listen, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you kicked and all I can say is I played my hand in ignorance of the variables you presented as no one ever mentioned them and I was too lazy to look within. The bottle eased my pains whilst generating new problems that helped keep the rage at a distance but its too late for me so take this as a lesson because the worst aspect of death is not what happens at the end when Soul escapes flesh but what dies in the mid and that is the weight of a life, unexamined“.
He went on to mention that when viewed from the lens of the commodity effect it all seemed Self evident as his lifes test was to see if he could relinquish his grip on what was sitting under the dogs rear end but he was too pussy to accept this whilst living and thus shuffled off this mortal coil with a head full of regrets which means, you guessed it, another spin. The saddest part is we are creatures of habit and thus he will, most likely, do the same again. I mean, how many times do you think you’ve read this text? Really ponder the whole sketch, my friend, as the implications of this question can be quite startling once you comprehend the shadows depth hence the “Game of three halves” mindset in which its what you don’t know you don’t know that is pulling all of the strings and this demonic force cackles as it holds 81% of this realm in its grip.
This is why they use terms like “Human Resources” and have national insurance and such things. Its why the original Hells Angel was more concerned with image selling and upping the numbers by covert recruitment as she, personally, didn’t live her lyrics and felt none of what she tells. This is exceedingly common as there is another example I could lace of one in a similar, yet different, predicament who was quite certain that her husband was the cause of all of her problems and her potential of silk was trapped under his rear end and thus she turned to the original opiate of the masses and constantly prayed without putting in the action needed to generate traction which, in the end, would have fulfilled her to the depths and raised her to new heights as well.
In that respect it behooves one to comprehend the obstacle is not the problem. You are, my friend. More specifically, the way you think and relate to it because once it clicks what kicks then you’re free to make smarter choices and that is when the Game truly begins. Sadly, we live in times of quick fixes and fake strength ergo most fell at the first hurdles where they set up an encampment and this is exactly what your Opponent intended because his greatest grift is not pimping your awareness via the voice in your head but stealing all of those unactualized potentials which he keeps for himself. Suddenly, for some reading, a lot about a little makes way more sense because you can’t play to win by using the rules they set as they’re in direct opposition to your best interests but the Knowledge I’m kicking is the best solution as response-ability is free will and once you begin to flex this muscle then the Game too must shift in order to accommodate your wavelength as it all plays out in your head. Before we part let me share another example of one who stepped up to the challenge:
Born with less but plenty stress he, from a young age, saw how ugly life could get. The youngest of the pack whose brothers ran the pavements he comprehended that the poor are given nothing but this doesn’t mean they have to accept what presents like Oliver and beg. He set about turning every table in front of him and thus, via ways criminal, he made a rapid ascent that allowed him the time to introspect and he was, generally, one of the most content and well adjusted (to his own innate coherence) people I’d ever met. His tale I shared in this passage and you’re welcome to check, if you wish, as less than one out of ten people are truly capable of taking these steps hence why I said that Warriors are born in to circumstances quite wicked as their coal is pressured from all angles with pains that don’t relent. The ones who hold on too tight end up fracturing due to stress but the few who comprehend that they cannot be what talks when they are he who listens ups their awareness to another octave and thus nod their heads when I said:
“The Game of Souls had you, my friend but you chose to do the Knowledge instead of accepting ignorance as wisdom and thus you pimped the pimp, flipped the script and placed your own crown upon your head”.
Till we meet again
