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.
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Paradise of the Predatory Mind
As with most who read this, my journey towards a life of meaning has been a series of missteps, failings and suffering until lessons taught are finally being learned.
With time and effort, advancements can be made amidst the challenges yet to be transcended. In other words, we are given a small glimpse of the way things should be before we have the divine intervention of being able to realize this vision by living in harmony with the earth as well as each other.
At the core of all this is learning to follow the non-aggression principle.
Of course, the essence of the system and all of the institutions that serve it violate this natural law by their very existence.
This is why the system is always trying to justify its attacks upon others. They know that the people inherently realize natural law as it is written in their hearts and minds. This is the reason for false flags as the corresponding part of natural law is the right to defend ourselves against those who would initiate aggression upon us.
It is in this environment we now find ourselves in and yet there are those who still believe that applying the principles of true freedom without any changes to the mind now responsible for destroying it is going to result in anything besides misery.
I will give two examples. The first is open immigration from other countries into America and Europe. In this world we now find ourselves in, one need no more of an example than the Jewish immigration invasion of Palestine to see where it will lead. This is what you get when you apply visions of paradise to a predatory mind. They will use that mind to destroy others as well as themselves. That’s what predators in human form do.
The last two American presidents opened the borders full tilt. Now the current one is using that to create chaos well within those borders. For reasons above, I believe that our borders must be protected at this time and limitations be placed upon continued immigration. Otherwise, we will all go the way of Palestine. But creating an atmosphere of distrust and fear of deportation for many who barely escaped the hangman’s noose of some dictatorship elsewhere is not the answer either.
With that being said, what quality of life do you think we will have when billions of people all move to America and Europe? These areas will result in open-air prisons just like Palestine where the masses are crammed into confined areas so as to become more easily controlled.
The way to legitimately have open borders that result in true freedom is to make other countries better places to live. That means people from more developed countries bringing technology to less developed countries. That means using our resources to help each other rather than build weapons that cause death and displacement. That means taking on a completely different mindset than the one we have now.
The next example is gun control. The mass genocides of millions by their own governments in the last century alone should attest to the folly of creating a peaceful world that is still ruled by the predatory mind.
If the devil was ever given heaven, he would only turn it into another hell. It is our job to turn this hell on earth back into a heaven. It all starts with the melding of heart and mind.
Only then can we continue our journey towards the world we wish to create.
With time and effort, advancements can be made amidst the challenges yet to be transcended. In other words, we are given a small glimpse of the way things should be before we have the divine intervention of being able to realize this vision by living in harmony with the earth as well as each other.
At the core of all this is learning to follow the non-aggression principle.
Of course, the essence of the system and all of the institutions that serve it violate this natural law by their very existence.
This is why the system is always trying to justify its attacks upon others. They know that the people inherently realize natural law as it is written in their hearts and minds. This is the reason for false flags as the corresponding part of natural law is the right to defend ourselves against those who would initiate aggression upon us.
It is in this environment we now find ourselves in and yet there are those who still believe that applying the principles of true freedom without any changes to the mind now responsible for destroying it is going to result in anything besides misery.
I will give two examples. The first is open immigration from other countries into America and Europe. In this world we now find ourselves in, one need no more of an example than the Jewish immigration invasion of Palestine to see where it will lead. This is what you get when you apply visions of paradise to a predatory mind. They will use that mind to destroy others as well as themselves. That’s what predators in human form do.
The last two American presidents opened the borders full tilt. Now the current one is using that to create chaos well within those borders. For reasons above, I believe that our borders must be protected at this time and limitations be placed upon continued immigration. Otherwise, we will all go the way of Palestine. But creating an atmosphere of distrust and fear of deportation for many who barely escaped the hangman’s noose of some dictatorship elsewhere is not the answer either.
With that being said, what quality of life do you think we will have when billions of people all move to America and Europe? These areas will result in open-air prisons just like Palestine where the masses are crammed into confined areas so as to become more easily controlled.
The way to legitimately have open borders that result in true freedom is to make other countries better places to live. That means people from more developed countries bringing technology to less developed countries. That means using our resources to help each other rather than build weapons that cause death and displacement. That means taking on a completely different mindset than the one we have now.
The next example is gun control. The mass genocides of millions by their own governments in the last century alone should attest to the folly of creating a peaceful world that is still ruled by the predatory mind.
If the devil was ever given heaven, he would only turn it into another hell. It is our job to turn this hell on earth back into a heaven. It all starts with the melding of heart and mind.
Only then can we continue our journey towards the world we wish to create.
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
The Prince, Part II
The prince had been mistaken in thinking that he would be pursued by the king’s men after exposing his father as a traitor. After six months of being left alone in his travels and attempting to reveal the ways of the treasonous king to those in distant kingdoms, the prince decided to go back to his own kingdom and find out why.
Upon entering the village, the peasants that had once groveled in the dirt before him now turned their backs on him. The prince was granted access to the palace only after the king was told that he had arrived.
He found himself alone in the great hall with the king looking down on him as he would an enemy. But the prince also felt the eyes of something else upon him.
“So, I hear that you’ve been spreading lies about me,” the king said, barely able to contain his rage against his once-favored son.
“I followed you on your last trip before the fire,” said the prince. “I now know that you are both a traitor and a liar."
“How dare you insult me!” screamed the king. “I will have you killed!”
“I doubt it,” said the prince calmly. “It’s my guess that someone else now pulls your strings when it comes to making such decisions. Otherwise, you would have had me killed already."
“Is your master hiding in the background even now?” the prince continued.
From a curtain behind the throne, a man stepped out and walked towards the king. He approached the throne saying loud enough for the prince to hear, “Leave us now.”
The king reacted as if he had been struck, but obeyed this strange man without even a backward glance towards his son as he exited the palace.
The man took his place on the throne and asked the prince to be seated next to him.
“I figured you would come back here sooner or later. Have you had any luck convincing anyone of your ridiculous story?” the man laughed.
“First of all,” said the prince, “Who are you and what do you have on my dad to make him your subordinate?”
The man laughed. “My name is Lucius and I have nothing on him,” he said. "I merely stoked his greed and the rest of him soon followed.”
“I understand,” said the prince. “Your kind have been run out of all the other kingdoms at one time or another due to taking over their money supply and implementing usury to bleed the people dry. Then you stole a kingdom from people who only wanted to live in peace."
The prince saw that the man had a change in his eyes for a moment, but maintained his composure.
“Whatever you may think," Lucius replied, “The aristocracy in my kingdom are the power behind the throne, both in your kingdom as well as my own.”
“And you are from the kingdom of darkness,” said the prince. It was not a question.
The man laughed again. “You should talk with the villagers the next time you see them. They now believe otherwise. They are calling us the kingdom of light."
“Of course, they’ve also been informed regarding your treason against the king,” he continued. "They were told to turn their backs upon you if you were to ever again enter their village. As you have already surmised regarding the king, they would kill you themselves if allowed to do so.”
“You see,” said Lucius, “We know that you will never be believed by the masses as your kind never has been on a scale that has ever made any difference. Your kind have always ended up being killed off by the same mentality that we dupe into worshipping your image 100 years later. Of course, our lineage will recreate your image in a way that best serves our own purposes.”
“But it doesn’t have to be that way for you,” said Lucius. “Give your fealty to me and my kingdom now and you will follow your father to the throne. Your complete domination over the peasants will remain intact and you can use them as your beasts of burden to fulfill all of your desires. As long as those desires do not conflict with our own.”
Looking at this vile creature before him with his beady eyes and a mouth locked in a perpetual sneer, the prince understood why Lucius could never be king himself. It was impossible for his visage to hide its contempt for all of humanity. He had the face that even his own people could not trust.
“Before you reject my offer out of hand” Lucius continued, “Let me tell you what kind of future you will have if you do. As I've stated before and am sure you have already seen for yourself over the past months, no one will believe anything you have to say, even while everything you have been talking about is actually happening."
“They will believe only what we tell them to believe as they have been trained to obey only the aristocracy. From our schools to our religions, they are used to create mindless slaves who obey without question, no matter how much we take from them in the process. We get them to kill each other off in the name of their god who was manufactured by us. That’s what they wish to bow before and that is what they get!”
“Anyway, what do you care about these slaves?” said Lucius. “You will have them back bowing before you before this day is through. All you have to do is give your allegiance to me.”
The prince shook his head sadly. “Those are not my ways anymore. I can’t be part of the bloodshed of war used to enslave them. I also know that ruling others always comes with a price of being ruled myself. Your presence is the only proof of this I need.”
“I will never give fealty to the likes of you,” continued the prince. “You are a betrayer of all humanity, the lowest of creatures who has deluded himself into believing that you are something you are not. But even in your own kingdom, there are those who see you for what you are. They no longer wish to participate in enslaving others through war as the chains are now also being fitted around them."
“Enough!” Lucius shouted. “Be on your way; you are banished from the kingdom. I will have my servant announce it shortly.”
“You must never come back here under penalty of death," Lucius said. "But go anywhere else you wish. We will not pursue you. You are not a threat to us as you will simply be ignored.”
As the prince walked away from the kingdom, the villagers once again turned their backs upon him. He wondered how much of what Lucius had said was true.
Upon entering the village, the peasants that had once groveled in the dirt before him now turned their backs on him. The prince was granted access to the palace only after the king was told that he had arrived.
He found himself alone in the great hall with the king looking down on him as he would an enemy. But the prince also felt the eyes of something else upon him.
“So, I hear that you’ve been spreading lies about me,” the king said, barely able to contain his rage against his once-favored son.
“I followed you on your last trip before the fire,” said the prince. “I now know that you are both a traitor and a liar."
“How dare you insult me!” screamed the king. “I will have you killed!”
“I doubt it,” said the prince calmly. “It’s my guess that someone else now pulls your strings when it comes to making such decisions. Otherwise, you would have had me killed already."
“Is your master hiding in the background even now?” the prince continued.
From a curtain behind the throne, a man stepped out and walked towards the king. He approached the throne saying loud enough for the prince to hear, “Leave us now.”
The king reacted as if he had been struck, but obeyed this strange man without even a backward glance towards his son as he exited the palace.
The man took his place on the throne and asked the prince to be seated next to him.
“I figured you would come back here sooner or later. Have you had any luck convincing anyone of your ridiculous story?” the man laughed.
“First of all,” said the prince, “Who are you and what do you have on my dad to make him your subordinate?”
The man laughed. “My name is Lucius and I have nothing on him,” he said. "I merely stoked his greed and the rest of him soon followed.”
“I understand,” said the prince. “Your kind have been run out of all the other kingdoms at one time or another due to taking over their money supply and implementing usury to bleed the people dry. Then you stole a kingdom from people who only wanted to live in peace."
The prince saw that the man had a change in his eyes for a moment, but maintained his composure.
“Whatever you may think," Lucius replied, “The aristocracy in my kingdom are the power behind the throne, both in your kingdom as well as my own.”
“And you are from the kingdom of darkness,” said the prince. It was not a question.
The man laughed again. “You should talk with the villagers the next time you see them. They now believe otherwise. They are calling us the kingdom of light."
“Of course, they’ve also been informed regarding your treason against the king,” he continued. "They were told to turn their backs upon you if you were to ever again enter their village. As you have already surmised regarding the king, they would kill you themselves if allowed to do so.”
“You see,” said Lucius, “We know that you will never be believed by the masses as your kind never has been on a scale that has ever made any difference. Your kind have always ended up being killed off by the same mentality that we dupe into worshipping your image 100 years later. Of course, our lineage will recreate your image in a way that best serves our own purposes.”
“But it doesn’t have to be that way for you,” said Lucius. “Give your fealty to me and my kingdom now and you will follow your father to the throne. Your complete domination over the peasants will remain intact and you can use them as your beasts of burden to fulfill all of your desires. As long as those desires do not conflict with our own.”
Looking at this vile creature before him with his beady eyes and a mouth locked in a perpetual sneer, the prince understood why Lucius could never be king himself. It was impossible for his visage to hide its contempt for all of humanity. He had the face that even his own people could not trust.
“Before you reject my offer out of hand” Lucius continued, “Let me tell you what kind of future you will have if you do. As I've stated before and am sure you have already seen for yourself over the past months, no one will believe anything you have to say, even while everything you have been talking about is actually happening."
“They will believe only what we tell them to believe as they have been trained to obey only the aristocracy. From our schools to our religions, they are used to create mindless slaves who obey without question, no matter how much we take from them in the process. We get them to kill each other off in the name of their god who was manufactured by us. That’s what they wish to bow before and that is what they get!”
“Anyway, what do you care about these slaves?” said Lucius. “You will have them back bowing before you before this day is through. All you have to do is give your allegiance to me.”
The prince shook his head sadly. “Those are not my ways anymore. I can’t be part of the bloodshed of war used to enslave them. I also know that ruling others always comes with a price of being ruled myself. Your presence is the only proof of this I need.”
“I will never give fealty to the likes of you,” continued the prince. “You are a betrayer of all humanity, the lowest of creatures who has deluded himself into believing that you are something you are not. But even in your own kingdom, there are those who see you for what you are. They no longer wish to participate in enslaving others through war as the chains are now also being fitted around them."
“Enough!” Lucius shouted. “Be on your way; you are banished from the kingdom. I will have my servant announce it shortly.”
“You must never come back here under penalty of death," Lucius said. "But go anywhere else you wish. We will not pursue you. You are not a threat to us as you will simply be ignored.”
As the prince walked away from the kingdom, the villagers once again turned their backs upon him. He wondered how much of what Lucius had said was true.
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
You Might Be a Slave
You might be a slave if:
You believe that bullies who like to provoke weaker bullies are doing anything good for your life or your future.
You believe that constant wars of aggression have ever resulted in peace and tranquility at home.
You believe that slowly being stripped of all of your assets by corporate criminals is bad while still supporting their henchmen.
You believe that the monetary Ponzi scheme and all that is propped up by it is not reaching its ultimate conclusion.
You believe that you have a chance of altering the overall agenda by voting for one power monger over another.
You believe that the radiation leaking into the Pacific Ocean is no longer a threat to all life on the planet simply because the media no longer reports it.
You believe that you are free because your masters say so.
You believe that you are superior to others because some book or charlatan told you.
You believe that only two buildings fell on 9/11.
You believe that your government has the right to determine the boundaries of your protections from them.
You believe in gun confiscation of the citizens while allowing guns only for soldiers and police.
You believe that young children that are conditioned through education to be confused about their own sexuality leads to strong-minded, independent adults who can think for themselves.
You believe that an imbalanced masculine identity resulting in brutality can only be cured by an imbalanced feminine identity of placating the abuser.
You believe that any of your leaders give a rat’s ass about you or their country of origin.
You believe in celebrity and think that making them our leaders will create a better world.
The truth is that it really doesn’t matter what you believe. You are a slave either way.
But it’s only when you know for yourself that you are a slave that you would ever dare to resist your captors.
You believe that bullies who like to provoke weaker bullies are doing anything good for your life or your future.
You believe that constant wars of aggression have ever resulted in peace and tranquility at home.
You believe that slowly being stripped of all of your assets by corporate criminals is bad while still supporting their henchmen.
You believe that the monetary Ponzi scheme and all that is propped up by it is not reaching its ultimate conclusion.
You believe that you have a chance of altering the overall agenda by voting for one power monger over another.
You believe that the radiation leaking into the Pacific Ocean is no longer a threat to all life on the planet simply because the media no longer reports it.
You believe that you are free because your masters say so.
You believe that you are superior to others because some book or charlatan told you.
You believe that only two buildings fell on 9/11.
You believe that your government has the right to determine the boundaries of your protections from them.
You believe in gun confiscation of the citizens while allowing guns only for soldiers and police.
You believe that young children that are conditioned through education to be confused about their own sexuality leads to strong-minded, independent adults who can think for themselves.
You believe that an imbalanced masculine identity resulting in brutality can only be cured by an imbalanced feminine identity of placating the abuser.
You believe that any of your leaders give a rat’s ass about you or their country of origin.
You believe in celebrity and think that making them our leaders will create a better world.
The truth is that it really doesn’t matter what you believe. You are a slave either way.
But it’s only when you know for yourself that you are a slave that you would ever dare to resist your captors.
Saturday, December 30, 2017
The Prince
There was once a king who ruled his people well; as well as could be expected for a people who had a need to be ruled.
The king had a son that was his favorite. The prince was next-in-line to be the king.
When the prince reached his teen-age years, the behavior of his father began to change. The king was gone from his kingdom more often than usual and for longer periods of time. His reasons given for these prolonged absences were obviously untrue, and the prince began to wonder what was happening to the king as his behavior had become more erratic as time passed.
The king gradually lost touch with his family as it reached a point where he was gone more than he was there in the kingdom. He no longer had time to spend with his son and they grew apart.
Unlike earlier days, the king’s decisions handed down upon his subjects were often unjust, favoring the party having the most money. Also, he had taken to counting his gold and the task often kept him occupied for much of the day.
But the worst actions of the king did not surface until after the fire. The granary had burned down on the outskirts of the village. With winter coming on, this did not bode well for the villagers.
The king immediately blamed the kingdom of the east, a land comprised of people who were said to hold strange beliefs and customs that were mostly unknown to the villagers. The king told the villagers tales of religious intolerance and punishment to anyone who went against the will of their ruler of the east. He told them that not only should they seek retribution against those who would have them starve but this would also free the people of the kingdom of the east from further oppression by their evil king.
The prince remembered the king saying all of this just after the fire. He also remembered the prolonged trip the king had taken just a few weeks before.
During that time, the prince had decided to follow the king on his journey. The prince remained out of sight from the king’s caravan as their tracks in the desert sand guided him along the way.
Interestingly, the first place that the king had gone to visit was the kingdom of the east! The prince noted that the king had disguised himself while in public and then had met with the ruler of the kingdom of the east. The prince did not know what they had discussed.
But the king was not finished with his trip. After he left the kingdom of the east, the next place his father went to visit was what was known to his people as the kingdom of darkness. When interacting with the people in this kingdom, the prince saw that the king certainly did not travel incognito and was recognized and treated as if he was their king.
“Wait a minute,” thought the prince watching the peasants groveling in the dirt before his father. “That’s exactly what he is to them. He is their king also!”
During those times in which he was gone from the kingdom of his own family, the king had been ruling over another. But even a king cannot serve two masters.
The prince’s people had always been told that those in the kingdom of darkness were insane. They saw everyone else in other kingdoms as their inferiors by birth while they sacrificed the innocent to their god of war. Because they were a small kingdom and could not often overcome their enemies by brute force, they were said to be skilled in the art of deception.
“And their king is our king” the prince thought to his horror.
But there was even more for the prince to learn on this day. The king then stood before this dark kingdom and actually told them the truth:
“Greetings my subjects,” said the king. “Our plans will soon be accomplished,” he said with a malevolent smile. “Soon, we will launch an attack upon one kingdom and blame it on another. This will turn both of our enemies upon each other. After we have enough of them kill each other off, we will betray the ruler of the kingdom of the east, as I promised him more gold and power for selling out his own people. He, of course, will be put to the sword also.”
The peasants laughed heartily.
“You are my chosen so I will tell you the truth,” said the king. Our overall plan is to expand our kingdom while destroying all others!”
The peasants cheered.
At the end of his speech, the peasants were allowed to share in a huge outdoor banquet. Few of them realized that the food had been taken from the fruits of their own labor and was now being fed back to them as if it were a gift.
The prince left the village still shaken trying to process what he had heard. Just about everything he had ever learned from the king had been a lie. Somewhere down the line, the king had sold out his own people in his thirst for wanting power over all people.
The prince now found himself faced with a dilemma. Should he try to expose the actions of the king to his people? How could he convince them that what he said was true when he could only tell them what he himself had seen and heard? Obviously, his life would be in great danger from the king if he chose to follow this path.
Or should he keep his mouth shut. After all, he was heir to the throne and all of this would be under his control once the king passed on.
During the time in which he had followed the king into foreign lands, the Prince had come to an understanding. He had seen how power over others corrupted the soul and no longer wanted any part of it.
Now remembering how recently his father had lied about those responsible for the fire, the Prince knew what he had to do. Sadly, he could already envision the difficulties of trying to convince people that the king was a traitorous liar and they didn’t have to live as slaves anymore. How do you convince those who think they are free?
But mostly, he knew that his most difficult task would be to keep them from transferring their obedience to the king onto the prince himself. He wanted the villagers to rule themselves. That meant that even if he survived this rebellion, he would have to leave society or be worshipped as a god by small minds who had no access to the kingdom within.
In a moment of clarity, the prince remembered the timeless stories of those who had come before him. Always, there had been those who had given up so much only to be turned upon by those they had attempted to set free.
It was his time now. Even with all the risks, the reward for humanity was too great not to try.
The king had a son that was his favorite. The prince was next-in-line to be the king.
When the prince reached his teen-age years, the behavior of his father began to change. The king was gone from his kingdom more often than usual and for longer periods of time. His reasons given for these prolonged absences were obviously untrue, and the prince began to wonder what was happening to the king as his behavior had become more erratic as time passed.
The king gradually lost touch with his family as it reached a point where he was gone more than he was there in the kingdom. He no longer had time to spend with his son and they grew apart.
Unlike earlier days, the king’s decisions handed down upon his subjects were often unjust, favoring the party having the most money. Also, he had taken to counting his gold and the task often kept him occupied for much of the day.
But the worst actions of the king did not surface until after the fire. The granary had burned down on the outskirts of the village. With winter coming on, this did not bode well for the villagers.
The king immediately blamed the kingdom of the east, a land comprised of people who were said to hold strange beliefs and customs that were mostly unknown to the villagers. The king told the villagers tales of religious intolerance and punishment to anyone who went against the will of their ruler of the east. He told them that not only should they seek retribution against those who would have them starve but this would also free the people of the kingdom of the east from further oppression by their evil king.
The prince remembered the king saying all of this just after the fire. He also remembered the prolonged trip the king had taken just a few weeks before.
During that time, the prince had decided to follow the king on his journey. The prince remained out of sight from the king’s caravan as their tracks in the desert sand guided him along the way.
Interestingly, the first place that the king had gone to visit was the kingdom of the east! The prince noted that the king had disguised himself while in public and then had met with the ruler of the kingdom of the east. The prince did not know what they had discussed.
But the king was not finished with his trip. After he left the kingdom of the east, the next place his father went to visit was what was known to his people as the kingdom of darkness. When interacting with the people in this kingdom, the prince saw that the king certainly did not travel incognito and was recognized and treated as if he was their king.
“Wait a minute,” thought the prince watching the peasants groveling in the dirt before his father. “That’s exactly what he is to them. He is their king also!”
During those times in which he was gone from the kingdom of his own family, the king had been ruling over another. But even a king cannot serve two masters.
The prince’s people had always been told that those in the kingdom of darkness were insane. They saw everyone else in other kingdoms as their inferiors by birth while they sacrificed the innocent to their god of war. Because they were a small kingdom and could not often overcome their enemies by brute force, they were said to be skilled in the art of deception.
“And their king is our king” the prince thought to his horror.
But there was even more for the prince to learn on this day. The king then stood before this dark kingdom and actually told them the truth:
“Greetings my subjects,” said the king. “Our plans will soon be accomplished,” he said with a malevolent smile. “Soon, we will launch an attack upon one kingdom and blame it on another. This will turn both of our enemies upon each other. After we have enough of them kill each other off, we will betray the ruler of the kingdom of the east, as I promised him more gold and power for selling out his own people. He, of course, will be put to the sword also.”
The peasants laughed heartily.
“You are my chosen so I will tell you the truth,” said the king. Our overall plan is to expand our kingdom while destroying all others!”
The peasants cheered.
At the end of his speech, the peasants were allowed to share in a huge outdoor banquet. Few of them realized that the food had been taken from the fruits of their own labor and was now being fed back to them as if it were a gift.
The prince left the village still shaken trying to process what he had heard. Just about everything he had ever learned from the king had been a lie. Somewhere down the line, the king had sold out his own people in his thirst for wanting power over all people.
The prince now found himself faced with a dilemma. Should he try to expose the actions of the king to his people? How could he convince them that what he said was true when he could only tell them what he himself had seen and heard? Obviously, his life would be in great danger from the king if he chose to follow this path.
Or should he keep his mouth shut. After all, he was heir to the throne and all of this would be under his control once the king passed on.
During the time in which he had followed the king into foreign lands, the Prince had come to an understanding. He had seen how power over others corrupted the soul and no longer wanted any part of it.
Now remembering how recently his father had lied about those responsible for the fire, the Prince knew what he had to do. Sadly, he could already envision the difficulties of trying to convince people that the king was a traitorous liar and they didn’t have to live as slaves anymore. How do you convince those who think they are free?
But mostly, he knew that his most difficult task would be to keep them from transferring their obedience to the king onto the prince himself. He wanted the villagers to rule themselves. That meant that even if he survived this rebellion, he would have to leave society or be worshipped as a god by small minds who had no access to the kingdom within.
In a moment of clarity, the prince remembered the timeless stories of those who had come before him. Always, there had been those who had given up so much only to be turned upon by those they had attempted to set free.
It was his time now. Even with all the risks, the reward for humanity was too great not to try.
Saturday, December 9, 2017
The Nobility of Servitude
The American delusion of freedom continues despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
Committing legalized murder from these wars on such a grand scale as well as the same people subsidizing the puppets on both sides is no road to liberty but to servitude, death and destruction. As usual, “opposing sides” of these wars are supported by the same people using taxpayer money and black ops profits taken from such things as the opium trade in Afghanistan. The American government is now the biggest drug dealer along with the biggest arms dealer in the world.
Are we free not to have to pay for these endless wars of aggression? Are we free not to have to pay for the Police State build-up all around us? Are we free not to have to pay for our own surveillance by using appliances and electronic devices? As far as venturing out into the public sector these days, we continue to be tracked by our own phones while cameras are watching us at all times. The cost of the equipment and continual upgrades in new technology in the stores is added to the price of the products we purchase produced by off-site slave laborers in 3rd World countries.
And look at the corporations we get to choose from. We basically have two computer companies that monopolize the industry, one run by a Eugenicist and the other requiring suicide nets built around their factories. Not such a Merry Christmas for those falling under the yoke of these corporations and those who profit from them.
America has become an open sewer of corruption that has seeped into the core of all our institutions. At this point, the only reason they exist is to remind us of the nobility of our servitude.
With each step up the corporate/government ladder, one must be willing to relinquish more of their freedom of choice as conscience has no place in the company. Only profits and power matter and should be accomplished at all costs. We are now forced to make the wrong decisions or find work elsewhere.
The lesson will continue until it is understood. No one is meant to rule another. And it’s well past time for us to realize that our leaders have become our rulers.
Committing legalized murder from these wars on such a grand scale as well as the same people subsidizing the puppets on both sides is no road to liberty but to servitude, death and destruction. As usual, “opposing sides” of these wars are supported by the same people using taxpayer money and black ops profits taken from such things as the opium trade in Afghanistan. The American government is now the biggest drug dealer along with the biggest arms dealer in the world.
Are we free not to have to pay for these endless wars of aggression? Are we free not to have to pay for the Police State build-up all around us? Are we free not to have to pay for our own surveillance by using appliances and electronic devices? As far as venturing out into the public sector these days, we continue to be tracked by our own phones while cameras are watching us at all times. The cost of the equipment and continual upgrades in new technology in the stores is added to the price of the products we purchase produced by off-site slave laborers in 3rd World countries.
And look at the corporations we get to choose from. We basically have two computer companies that monopolize the industry, one run by a Eugenicist and the other requiring suicide nets built around their factories. Not such a Merry Christmas for those falling under the yoke of these corporations and those who profit from them.
America has become an open sewer of corruption that has seeped into the core of all our institutions. At this point, the only reason they exist is to remind us of the nobility of our servitude.
With each step up the corporate/government ladder, one must be willing to relinquish more of their freedom of choice as conscience has no place in the company. Only profits and power matter and should be accomplished at all costs. We are now forced to make the wrong decisions or find work elsewhere.
The lesson will continue until it is understood. No one is meant to rule another. And it’s well past time for us to realize that our leaders have become our rulers.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Big Picture
Life is a strange and wondrous occurrence. I’m still not sure if it’s even real or that we are in some kind of computer simulation.
We are cast into this world completely dependent upon those who are destined to let us down. Due to this, we all carry with us some sort of “Stockholm syndrome” experience that warps us. If our parents don’t put us through it, we’ll be given any number of “authority” figures out there to play tyrant.
Due to our dependency from the beginning, we don’t really know anything about life. Because our parents also suffer from this same strange form of arrested development, they feed our souls to the very institutions that did them in. Strangely, about the only thing that our parents ever give us of value is what they have discovered through the cracks of their own indoctrination.
For some of us and for reasons that I will never fully understand, we are meant to see through the façade and start finding our own way out of this maze that leads so many astray. It’s sort of like those computer-generated pictures that hide 3-D images in plain sight. Most will never see the hidden image at all. But those who do want to see it again as it goes from both beautiful to horrific but it’s the closest thing to being real that we have ever seen.
After finding it, we soon discover that the image disappears when we look away from it, even for a moment. So, we retreat within ourselves to seek that which is without image or form, only understanding.
With this understanding comes an obligation to at least try to get others to take a closer look at the picture being painted for them. The truth hides in plain sight.
If we are to find our way out, these second-hand belief systems must be brought into question. They are not there to assist us in this life; they have been put in place to control us.
Nowhere is this more apparent than those minds who serve some institutionalized religion. Yet the most convincing lies also have their sprinkling of truth. Unfortunately, that truth has been twisted into suiting the purposes of our rulers.
The Jesus story is a case in point. If you wish to believe in the literal story even though it has been told no less than 16 other times throughout recorded history, that’s your business. But if the story is more about blind faith in an image than wanting to more fully understand the nature of the character described, I want no part of it.
I don’t believe in any external Savior; at least not as an individual. We are all meant to seek out the attributes of the character in the story. We are drawn to them as we somehow know that the picture will become clearer as we choose to follow a certain inner path.
The Savior story has profound meaning when taken in the true spirit in which it has been offered. It only deteriorates after hearing the threats that come after it. It is a story of standing for your truth even when threatened with death. It means doing so alone if need be. It means that there is no excuse for initiation of aggression, as the Savior character would never do such a thing and still be able to call himself a Savior. It can also mean trading in your cloak for a sword to defend against those who do.
Whether this is all part of the game, I don’t know. But the time for sitting on the fence is drawing to a close. Each of us as individuals will soon be forced to decide for ourselves just exactly what we serve. From the soldier under orders to aggress upon his own people to the looters of a collapsed society that justifies the need for the soldier in the first place, our individual choices are coming soon and the culmination of those choices has everything to do with the fate of us all.
Take time to look more closely at the big picture. Find a moment of stillness so it can be revealed. Our beliefs create our world. They might as well be our own.
We are cast into this world completely dependent upon those who are destined to let us down. Due to this, we all carry with us some sort of “Stockholm syndrome” experience that warps us. If our parents don’t put us through it, we’ll be given any number of “authority” figures out there to play tyrant.
Due to our dependency from the beginning, we don’t really know anything about life. Because our parents also suffer from this same strange form of arrested development, they feed our souls to the very institutions that did them in. Strangely, about the only thing that our parents ever give us of value is what they have discovered through the cracks of their own indoctrination.
For some of us and for reasons that I will never fully understand, we are meant to see through the façade and start finding our own way out of this maze that leads so many astray. It’s sort of like those computer-generated pictures that hide 3-D images in plain sight. Most will never see the hidden image at all. But those who do want to see it again as it goes from both beautiful to horrific but it’s the closest thing to being real that we have ever seen.
After finding it, we soon discover that the image disappears when we look away from it, even for a moment. So, we retreat within ourselves to seek that which is without image or form, only understanding.
With this understanding comes an obligation to at least try to get others to take a closer look at the picture being painted for them. The truth hides in plain sight.
If we are to find our way out, these second-hand belief systems must be brought into question. They are not there to assist us in this life; they have been put in place to control us.
Nowhere is this more apparent than those minds who serve some institutionalized religion. Yet the most convincing lies also have their sprinkling of truth. Unfortunately, that truth has been twisted into suiting the purposes of our rulers.
The Jesus story is a case in point. If you wish to believe in the literal story even though it has been told no less than 16 other times throughout recorded history, that’s your business. But if the story is more about blind faith in an image than wanting to more fully understand the nature of the character described, I want no part of it.
I don’t believe in any external Savior; at least not as an individual. We are all meant to seek out the attributes of the character in the story. We are drawn to them as we somehow know that the picture will become clearer as we choose to follow a certain inner path.
The Savior story has profound meaning when taken in the true spirit in which it has been offered. It only deteriorates after hearing the threats that come after it. It is a story of standing for your truth even when threatened with death. It means doing so alone if need be. It means that there is no excuse for initiation of aggression, as the Savior character would never do such a thing and still be able to call himself a Savior. It can also mean trading in your cloak for a sword to defend against those who do.
Whether this is all part of the game, I don’t know. But the time for sitting on the fence is drawing to a close. Each of us as individuals will soon be forced to decide for ourselves just exactly what we serve. From the soldier under orders to aggress upon his own people to the looters of a collapsed society that justifies the need for the soldier in the first place, our individual choices are coming soon and the culmination of those choices has everything to do with the fate of us all.
Take time to look more closely at the big picture. Find a moment of stillness so it can be revealed. Our beliefs create our world. They might as well be our own.
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