A Higher Court

"To sit in the middle, the center of existence, lightyears from the politico-theater, hating no-one, is quite wonderful"

In this kangaroo court of public opinion the scales of justice are a trite relic, used now only for weighing the drug of "likes".
Actual truth regarding every iota of existence still exists but it is pushed to the fringes and seen as rarely as a sasquatch by all those engaged in their defensive and offensive strategies within the court room.
This isn't the court of chivalrous knights, no its that of dusty cow-pokes and circled wagons. It's a modern western scene wherein opposing quick-draws face off at perpetual high noon, to blast holes in each other's shredded, threadbare logic.
Within the town square of society there no longer exists a battle of right and wrong, just one of comfortable lies in disagreement, and the dominant fallacy will win for a day, a week or four more years. The only constant in this slapstick macro-drama is more fighting, and arguing over nonsensical concepts.

The algorithmic "personalized" internet window that each spectator looks through can easily be seen as tactically placed by some nefarious ruling class, for nothing bolsters the polarized like being in an echo-chamber.  The end result is division, mis-representation of the "other", hatred.

To sit in the middle, the center of existence, light years from the politico-theater, hating no-one, is quite wonderful, I only wish more people would try it.
It could feel for many, like getting off bad drugs, and finally or for once being sober, coherent, able to feel the subtle richness of living. 
Is there any more potent stimulant than all that fighting? Is there any stronger sedative than thinking you are on the correct side of it?
Politics has now replicated the very worst aspects of religion, amplified, turned up to 11, morphed into a cult fuled by blind rage, questing for supremacy. 
At its heart is a giant lump of fear and powerlessness, a scrambling ego purposefully obvuscating the death it can't prepare for.  At its heart is the panic of aging, of slipping towards the un-glorified void, alone.  At its heart is all the struggle of humanity generationally divorced from small farming, from subsisting.
At its heart is the total insanity of our collective grab-fest to aquire enough money for food and shelter.
But the heart is a whistle-blower, barred from testimony and living in exile.

In a nutshell the skeleton theme of the whole public view is that of a external, separate or even non-existant God.  All must be acquired from outside one's self, as that self is only seen as physical, a container of biologic substance.
Wether based in guilt or learned ignorance this anchor point of thought is a metaphoric banishment from "The Garden".
It is also and most importantly nothing but a bad dream, for God, all that is sacred and holy is within each and every person, and can not ever, for even a moment, be elsewhere.

This longstanding confusion of the public is the blueprint for all our institutions, as though each birthright is stripped away from us and must be now purchased.
Take for example "health care" which claims as fact that disease in the form of microscopic-invisible viruses come from the outside world, and if inhaled, can kill you.  Every bit of evidence for this theory is, when inspected, found to be a complete fabrication, a clever lie told with science, a slight-of-hand magic trick. 
The truth exemplified again and again, always present for all to see is in medical terms called the "No-Ceebo effect".  IT is seen that a person, when told they are receiving beneficial medicine but given a placebo, get better. It is seen that if they are told they are receiving chemotherapy, but it is a placebo, just saline, their hair still falls out as they expected it would.  It is seen that mis-diagnosis of a life threatening ailment, causes that effect, to the point of death on the recipient.  It is seen that western medicine is largely a strange form of faith healing, faithless faith healing I guess...
This is the elephant in the doctor's office, that they will assure you, is not there.

To sit with one's self quietly is to sit with God, each breath, the breath of life first given, which makes clay into a man. 
To sit in that wholeness, that ease, is to lack nothing and therefore desire no other acquisition. It is the throne of the Creator, your very seat, where from you may create your expression, your art.

This is the awakening, the only revolution from which all subsequent matters can work themselves out eventually.  This change in perspective is the re-birth, the baptism, the transition from the son-of-man to the child of God.  Nothing has happened, we simply re-cognized the eternal and immutable truth.

(Gavel bangs)
Court adjourned.