Questioner: “What do you think of western civilization?”
Ghandi: “I think it would be a good idea.”
It doesn't take any formal or extensive education for a person to observe the world in which we all live and see that we are shackled. We are restrained, by a behemoth of historical consensus, of clever manipulation, of fractional lending and war trauma. While this web, this grid of controll appears to have humanity, like a food source, firmly caught, we can surely still, through it all, see the light.
Every single institution of man, from the post office to the grocery store, from military service to the girl scouts, everything is a conspiracy. Everything exists as it does because people conspired a plan and enacted it.
Conspiracy is the constant, and can be parsed into varying degrees of honesty and equanimity, or secrecy and self serving greed. Indeed if we followed this thought to its logical and farthest reach we could say that life itself is a conspiracy planned by a all knowing and loving creator.
The true economy begins with the richness of nature and is unquantifyable, it is sunlight and water, the growing plants, and eggs that hatch. It is the ever new and fresh creation of life. Then comes the economy of goods and services, all that we make from the materials nature provides, with ingenuity and skill and great effort. At some point, far down the line of events, comes the collection plate, the ownership of Cesar, our protecter who needs most all of what we have grown and made to sustain his wars for our defense.
From that other subsequent economy we then receive a "trickle down" which resembles crumbs falling from a table, or in fact being pissed on.
Only in such a liminal space, a certain small octave, does all the nonsense of this world have its root, and only ever due entirely to our own lack of gardening/governance do we fail to pull it out by its roots.
Vast effort and unified omission goes into protecting the real devil, the shadow dweller, the ego which obfuscates its intent with everything from boastful pride to groveling victimhood. Medusa dances on the main stage, and only a few of us seem to dodge most the snake bites.
There is evidently a war, as there has been for so very long, one of information, similar things said with a different angle/agenda.
It's almost like Jacob's ladder, resembling a DNA helix is populated by those going up and those going down. Anyone with a little experience of hiking will know that the descent is easier.
An upward path is a baptism of sweat and solitude, without the energy or audience to communicate the journey.
Very much like hiking a beautiful trail nearby any large city center, it is evident that only a tiny few get out.
In the light of this observation it is clear that an overbearing concern for democracy is like wanting the sun to simultaneously rise in distant lands, it is impossible.
There is a point to this peice of writing, it is how a leap of faith for one is a clear step for another. The soundtrack for this message would just be wind through the trees. Far distant in almost another world there is chanting, ever larping towards revolution or a photo-op.
It seems as though any chant is that of a cult, ensnared in outer fallacy, while the unspoken prayer/mantra is whispered into a living mystery.
All my writing will ever be is a shoddy vehicle for transporting an attention paying rider away from the parking lots of belief to the trailhead of mystery.
Nothing else is valid as I soar on open wings of trust, through the vast warmth and cool breeze of that mystery which is infinite, and whose all nourishing eternal presence is so pathetically named and re-named and claimed as though captured and owned by "some" of its creation.
We can look to ancient languages which placed a verb where we now place a noun,
A living action where we now believe a dead thing to reside.
This thought circling, returns us to the previous point, that of conspiracy, that decisions made long ago shaped even the language of your thought. Only and only ever by expanding out of, beyond the box or parking lot of communal belief can we gain perspective. It is ever so much like hiking to the top of a mountain, and looking at the place far below, the town or city with its little grid work, where we live, it is an outside perspective.
That same outside perspective, even more deeply grasped is the endeavor of opening one's heart and mind to inner light, inner warmth, God, spirit guides, deceased loving friends and relatives, etc, all honoring your free will, all standing at the floodgates of an infinite love, waiting for you to open.
Now more than any time in my life I see the ancient axiom, a biblical tale or warning of not looking back, ( I would add, not left or right). Look only inward with open-ness and serenity and ahead with gratitude and courage.
It does seem as though people are being turned to pillars of salt, people are salty, they are applauding murder and attempted murder on the grand media stage. They don't know that their emotions toward such de-based theatrical horror is a more important vote than the ritualistic vote for president.
I think Ghandi understood civilization in its true and only meaning, civilization is a network of love and care. Civilization is a living web of working and living with and for each other. It is the only way humanity has ever existed and reached the heights it has. The adversary of civilization, the very first AI would be a corporate entity on the steroids of corrupt banking, nephilimic behemoths without legal reproach or any lack of funding/food. Our world is ruined by cyclops giants, huge trolls, icy monsters a trillion dollars wide.
We will eventually, if by revolt or collapse return to our roots, and aligned with that eternal joyous mystery which sponsors the whole show, I think it will be both dandy and perfectly timed.
I wish you all the touch of sincerity, and the silence of the mountain top.
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