Black and White

“And the search you half remember
Setting out on from the start
Is burning like an ember in your heart.”

I was awakened by a familiar fragrance in the air. A tall and slender man was sitting in a chair at the foot of my bed smoking a joint. I should’ve been startled but was not as his face was somehow familiar.

He merely smiled at me and pulled the fedora further over his head. “Pardon my barging in on you like this,” he said. “But it was time.”

“I’ve seen you before,” I said.

He ignored my comment saying, “You’re letting your emotions get the better of you.”

I knew what he was talking about and for some reason did not feel uncomfortable discussing the matter with him.

“How can I not?” I said. “We’re living in a fucking nuthouse where the inmates run the asylum. This administration tells us that there is no proof of Assad using Sarin gas on his own people one minute and promptly drops bombs on Syria the next. We don’t even get motives from the media for the endless parade of spree killers anymore. They just tell us what they did and what rights must be taken away in order to protect us. This has become a full-scale cognitive-dissonance program for the masses while the few that can see through it are slowly being driven insane.”

“This is true,” said the man with a laugh. “But that’s only because you’re stuck at the level of your own unconscious making.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“The enemy wants you to respond with anger towards them as what they are doing is designed to either burn you out or get you to behave in ways that justify their intervention.”

“That makes sense,” I said. But my biggest problem is not understanding why people can’t see through this ruse. They continue to support bad things while thinking they are doing good.”

“And it looks like it’s only going to get worse,” the man said. “This isn’t the first collapsing empire that I’ve seen.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Let’s get back to the subject,” he said. “Why do you think the masses are not waking up?”

“I really don’t know,” I said. “It’s so obvious that their leaders have become their rulers.”

“It’s because they don’t want to know the truth,” he said. “Think about your life before you woke up. You did everything you could to justify your beliefs and behavior.”

“I understand that,” I said. “But there is so much more that must be ignored these days in order to maintain their illusions! Their president is a lying, murdering, sexual predator and many of these so-called “Christians” still support him.

“Yes,” said the man. “When given a choice between psychopaths, misery will follow no matter which one is chosen. As it is with everyone, we begin to take on the nature of what we serve. And what many are turning into is the exact opposite of the Christ consciousness. Religions based upon fear turn gods into monsters. Again, this is by design.”

“It appears hopeless to me at this point,” I said. “America is going to collapse upon its own apathy and corruption, and I’m pissed off that I am forced to be part of all this!” I screamed. “Our heart-centers will die from the kill-or-be killed environment we are now being forced into.”

“It’s dying in you anyway due to your anger and frustration towards those who remain lost,” said the man.

“That’s right,” I said quietly.

“I’m not going to tell you that you’re wasting your time at this point trying to wake people up. You know as well as I that this is true for the most part. What I am going to tell you is that you cannot allow the madness that surrounds you to take you down with it.”

“And at this stage, you need to look at your options,” he continued. “You could always get the hell out of Dodge.”

“No,” I said.

“Is it because of the guilt?”

Again, I knew what he meant. So many of those waking up have trouble letting go of their past.

“Maybe,” I said. “But it’s more than that. I am part of this mess that has been made. I have to help clean it up. For me and for those who came before me; as well as those who come after.”

“Then let it all go,” the man said. “Only more suffering can awaken them; and maybe not even that. And suffering is what they are going to get.”

“For your part,” he continued, “It’s time for you to begin distancing yourself from it all. One way to do that is to stop trying to stay up with current events. Let the important things come through as they will without effort on your part. But lay aside the continuing soap operas such as the “Russian conspiracy” as these will invariably lead to nowhere. These scripts are put in place to keep you upset as well as provide cover for bigger events they are orchestrating such as the encroachment upon North Korea done under cover of the Olympics.

“Just take a step back from it all,” he continued. “Look for the deeper meaning behind what is happening within and around you. Much can be learned at this time when looking through clear eyes.”

“You won’t miss much anyway,” the man said with a grin. “All of their scams are variations of the same themes, from their staged events to their pre-planned responses always leading to more loss of freedom.

“Again, let the day-to-day misery go. Work on your own connection to the universe. That is your responsibility and well worth the effort.”

“Maybe so,” I said. “But I don’t think I’m going to survive what’s coming.”

“That would make you one of many,” said the man. “No matter what happens, be of good cheer,” he said. “They cannot take what matters most that you do not willingly give.”

“So far, so good,” I said.

“Yes!” he said with a laugh.

“I must go now,” said the man. “Thanks for the smoke.”

He had found my stash!

“Abraxas,” I called to him as he was walking away. He turned and smiled.

“You remember me now,” he said.

“Yes,” I answered. You came to me when I was a child.

“I will see you one more time before your departure,” he said. “Stay the course no matter what. See what happens.”

Watching him drift away, I remembered when I had first met him. I wasn’t afraid of him then either. He had tried to warn me that my time of innocence and sense of connection would soon come to an end. He cautioned me against getting too caught up in their systems of control. I hadn’t listened.

It was good to know that he would be there at the end. Or would that be the beginning?

A Defining Moment

I was watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics yesterday. When North and South Korea came out united, the American vice-president and his wife refused to stand. One needs only to understand the meaning of this one act to know the nature of the monsters we now serve. Pence is the same bootlicker that previously played his role by immediately leaving an NFL game after some players took a knee on the national anthem. What a fucking tool!

I notice the difference between my own kind and the rest of the herd. We serve this system as little as possible as there is no amount of money that can replace our souls. Unfortunately, the masses would rather follow some sick chain-of-command than working together for a common cause.

Why is it not possible to just shut up and defer to intelligence rather than coercing each other to conform? Is some endless line of one peasant ruling over another worth the loss of true freedom for all due to serving the same masters at the top of the pyramid?

The only reason I would ever let this government steal from me through taxation, use the money supply forced upon me by central bankers and follow the myriad of stupid restrictions placed upon my person (laws) is because I don’t want to get kidnapped and thrown in a cage, beaten or even killed for non-compliance. To force these restrictions upon my mind, body and spirit while calling it freedom is preposterous.

But the slaves calling themselves free operate from an entirely different mindset. They believe that they are serving something good.

The only way to do this is to deny reality. And when a country continues to morph into the 4th Reich, the degree of denial is stunning. They are no longer simply denying reality; they are defying it. For those following this path, the evil is filtering into every fiber of their being. This is the only way to continue to serve a lie that is now so completely being exposed.

In this spiritual battle, people are either getting better or they are getting worse. The middle ground of apathy and/or trying to keep our heads down is crumbling beneath our feet. The predators are being perfected in the image of what they serve. And they can no longer hide their face from the rest of us.

Interestingly enough, many of the worst predators are known to call themselves Christians, Jews and Muslims. They have lost themselves in this god of violence where justification for initiation of aggression could be found in any number of different ways.

“There must be 50 ways to leave your conscience…”

Time for you to attack, Jack
Blindly follow our plan, Stan
Just be a good goy-toy
And listen to me

Take the Lolita Express, Jess
Nothing left to confess
Just drop off the key, Lee
Locked doors make you free

And yet, the heart-center still exists in spite of it all. I consider the Korean athletes coming together to be a defining moment for humanity.

Those taking a seat for that moment are the predators of this earth. And your days of hiding behind uniforms, nationality, religion and all the other bullshit illusions put in place to keep us apart are coming to a close.

I’ll take a North Korean who follows his conscience above an American predator any day of the week. That’s my allegiance. I seek my own kind. When you put a predator of any nationality above a person who lives from their heart in another, you have become the devil’s own.

The Korean athletes have shown us the way out. It is the people that must make for themselves a better way. Time for the ruling class to hit the bricks.

Corporate Compassion

I watched the Super Bowl yesterday and the game itself was highly entertaining. But it was the commercials that were illuminating.

I’m not as good about catching the symbology as many others but the Justin Timberlake halftime show didn’t seem to have much this time around. They should have put the lyrics of his songs underneath him as he would’ve made a good bouncing ball over the words he was syncing. I mostly used him for white noise while surfing.

Back to the other advertisements. Looks like we’ve found a new use for robots. They get to laugh at us for being stupid humans. Now we need new words for robot racists and racist robots.

But the essence of these commercials was all about “everyone is equal.” I was waiting for the next rendition of “We are the world” and “I’d like to buy the world a coke” but I suppose having small children of different races, colors and creeds floating around on the clouds is the next “big idea” for the genre. I’m not sure what these cell phone, alcohol, soda pop and car companies that were pushing all this gained in regards to selling their products, but their corporate compassion marketing campaign sure made me feel better.

The problem is that I’m not quite sure why they did this at all. Are they attempting to bring us all together in order to fight the common enemy?

I don’t make predictions too much anymore because I’m almost always wrong, but the set-up we now find ourselves in regarding the Olympics and its location seems like a perfect manufactured storm to me.

One thing we know for sure is that the money masters who control the banks also have their fingers in all the other corporate pies. That means that the baby food and disposable diaper manufacturers are financed by the same people that fund the bomb manufacturers that kill the same children who were previously using their other products. This seems like a self-defeating business plan to me. But what do I know.

It also means that the corporate compassion meme is no accident. Am I still missing something here?

Perfect Justice

There are many things that I don’t think I will ever understand. I don’t understand why children get cancer and must suffer and die. I don’t understand why innocent people should be bombed and killed for the actions of a few (or none at all). I don’t understand the justice of it.

But it is much different when it comes to my own life. There is a lesson to be learned from my pain.

I don’t see this as punishment or cruelty. How could I ever see where I’ve gone wrong without suffering from my foolish choices?

From my perspective, there is an invisible justice system where a price is exacted for the consequences of our actions. And for me it has always been perfect justice.

I find this not only refreshing, but understanding the truth of it more deeply has often given me the strength to carry on. It is disheartening to see what corruption is getting away with these days. Under the systems of the world, there is little justice to be found.

But I think of all the lost souls and what they must be suffering right now. All of their delusions are crumbling before their eyes. They’re beginning to understand that the guns are now turning in their direction. They had no sympathy for the millions murdered by the same machine minds now confronting them.

Perfect justice.

I’ve seen more death recently and though heartbreaking, there are important lessons to be learned. I continue to see in others a point in which they stop growing. They have their holy books to study and fondle. They have their electronic distractions. They have their friends who blindly believe in the same things they do.

When the hammer finally falls on this mentality, it is not a pretty sight. It’s almost as if karma has grown tired of them having spent a lifetime squandering so much of their life-force by hiding from the light of reality. Time to hit the recycle button.

Perfect justice.

Like many out there today, I try to contribute to getting others to question the belief systems used to capture their minds and hold them at various levels of arrested development. I suppose most reading this realize where all this is leading unless enough people awaken to make a difference.

But if we don’t make it this time around, there will still be a smile on my face as I’m being enveloped by the mushroom cloud.

Perfect justice.