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Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Halo rings flipped and inverted on themselves; the seventh energetic circle unveiling the illusions of this world in vibrant shades of violet. The metaphysical fabric of reality is that of the sum total of the quantum entanglement that takes place between thought, or thought-form as it interacts and engages with the universal consciousness, as well as that of the ethers up above and that have us ever surrounded. If our thoughts create for our reality, our words breeding creation all around us, this, of course, is not some kind of magical, wishful, or fanciful sort of thinking, then how do I, how can I possibly create order out of the chaos of the universe? Small inquires allow for small enlightenment, which is proportionally true for larger ones. With an infinite progression of variables in a never-ending butterfly effect, how am I possibly to take those passions and desires in my heart to manifest them into the tangible world in an ostensibly endless flux of chaos theory in motion? How do I blur the lines between co-creator of my life, and at the same time take full responsibility and accountability over both my destiny as well as that of my legacy? Thoughts create for words, which in their own right allow for actions, then in the same fashion permits for one's character, their legacy, as well as that of their destiny. So, be careful of what you think about; unwarranted and unconscious thought patterns are like unguided missiles in this unwavering dance of physical form; a dance with the devil if you will that has been going on since the dawn of time. Time being that relatively stubborn illusion that we have never truly understood. We tell ourselves that father time waits for no man, and it is for this reason that the illusion lives on. Father time waits patiently for you and me, and for us all. With the patience of a saint, he sits in his throne of this multi-dimensional and formless moment, completely suspended in the infinite expanse of right now. We fail to recognize him because we worship a psychological construct; our minds lost in something that happened in the past or making false pretenses of something that may or may not even happen in the future, and it is for this reason that we are deeply embedded with a sense of depression or angst, just as it is the same reason that we have never truly seen the present moment for what it really is, we haven't really seen anything in its accurate form for that matter, because we perceive it through a lens of what happened in the past, or a projection of what we'd like to see in the future. We falsely believe that we have time like it is some tangible thing to be had and to hold. And so Father time waits and the illusion lives on. Time waits for all men; he's simply waiting for us to slow down so that we can recognize our old friend for what he truly is, at an hour that is uncommon to most men in his own rightful domain. The most accurate gauge to what the future may consist of is found in the small space of what we are doing right now, for when the future does come, it will only ever still be right now. Anything that will ever happen under the sun and the stars, will only ever take place in the present moment, and still, we endlessly debate on a linear scale of past present and future, but it is all the same thing. So, just breathe, for all of life can be measured in a single breath. Pause if you have to, and consider consciously, and on a universal level at that, what the possible consequences of your actions may be for those around you, for we are all connected, we are all in this together, and even the smallest changes may have the most monumental of impacts. They send ripples and waves throughout the universe; do I really need to reiterate chaos theory once again? If I have learned anything, it is that the entrance point to wisdom is in knowing who you truly are; to know thy self. An inquiry that has no real answer. I am both the fool and the magician at the same time simultaneously. The universe is full of the most beautiful paradoxes. And through this vantage point, we recognize that the ultimate wisdom is found in the fact that we know nothing. This is the alpha and omega of real wisdom. But the magician is he that has attained mastery; mastery of mind and matter. I'd rather be taught by someone that is admittedly uncertain, than by a jester who mistakenly poses as certain, and arrogantly so. It is for this reason that I love the folly of men, for we learn from our mistakes. The wise man is he who knows that he is a fool, but most of us fear this for being perceived like that in which they are not. So most of us avoid trying anything new, but hey, I am still learning. But how does the master, the magician teach from such a place? To give birth to something from nothing, and to impart their insight on the extent of how much they do not know without looking like fools themselves? The brilliant individual sounds ignorant and unintelligible to the arrogant fool. The only thing that I can be certain of is that I know nothing, and I know that I am the most intelligent in all the land because at least I can admit as much. And still, Socrates was imprisoned for this understanding, and so it seems the allegory of the cave was accurate in its entirety from conception to conclusion. For, if you tell a man that he knows nothing, then he will go on about mathematical, scientific, and all other philosophical conceptualizations that he is aware of, or at least that he knows that you are aware of as if they were crying and lamenting out, see, see, I know a thing or two in their rebuttal, even though concepts change like seasons or clothing that are currently in fashion. Two thousand years or so ago, we were at the center of the universe, and the world was flat, and that was all very acceptable and agreed upon. Now, we are at the crux of the multiverse, calling this earth, as if it were the most important or significant, earth one, of countless possible other parallel or alternative realities, if anyu sentimental notions of string theory are to be taken as accurate, and someday, this will come and go in years to pass, with something else to replace it, but at the moment it is still very acceptable, reasonable, and for the most part, agreed upon. Oh, the intelligence of man, we never learn from our history. Still, theorists win Nobel Peace Prizes for disproving their own theories, but still, we hold on to our beliefs, what we know, and proving that we with the utmost certainty know a thing or two. And if that is not the case, then the argument becomes, that it is through thought, the operations of the mind as it were because we are all rationalists in the field of epistemology, us all being very in the know; it is through rational, logic, and our sense of knowing; knowing things and between right and wrong, that separates us from all the animals, or from children as if they were some kind of savage, beastly, and empty-headed creature. Oh, how I long for the day that we come to find that we are not alone in this infinite universe, and to realize our folly in believing that we are at the apex above all other lifeforms in the infinite cosmos. And being likened to an animal or a small child is very wrong of course. One could even go so far as to refute this by noting that both religious and spiritual texts call for us to be or to become like children if we are to reach nirvana. However, this will irrevocably be interrupted by the fact that this is just an expression or common idiom that acts as a metaphor, and that it is not one to be taken seriously. We are all so very religious or spiritual until it impedes our way of being, and it's no wonder why Jesus spoke in parables. Why speak plainly and in the language of man, if he cannot even understand as much? So it seems that the only two real options for such wisdom are that of either voluntarily riding off into the sunset, that is the sunlight of enlightenment, on their own in a kind of solitary isolation, or to return to being imprisoned and punished for the crime of being wise minded or enlightened because no one else in the cave will believe the truth that you offer them. At this point, they have no other option but to regress back to a place of watching the silhouettes on the wall by force, or through dogma, and to be submitted into being none the wiser. That's why we're all still stuck in the cave; we watch the shadows on the walls from our technological devices, and the walls within the confines of our homes have become the cave of imprisonment, insomuch as we believe the facade or the illusion that it is these places provide us safety and security from the very scary world, and that this is necessary because outside of our homes is a very dangerous place to be, and yet we still send our children out and about despite this fact. Speaking of which, do you know how remarkably easy it is to pick the lock on the average door handle for most houses? But no, this is the safe place to be, and that is why we are gun owners. That rifle over there is simply for decoration. While we are speaking on the subject, I have to be incandescently honest, and transparently so, in that, I have to confess that this topic leaves me enraged. My soul weeps at the way that, with machiavellian prowess, that these phantoms, these wisps of the human imagination, have lied to us, and in so doing, have removed us from the source, or from our true power, and thrice wise so. We've been taught to focus on those things that make us different, further separating us from this power, and that it is only a rare select few that can act as a sort of hero, at least in terms of accomplishing anything significant. To quote Barack Obama, "They may think that they have a pretty good flow, or a pretty good jump shot, but our kids can't all aspire to be Lebron James or Lil Wayne." Really, is that so Mr. President, but what then of your aspirations of becoming the leader of our free nation. Excuse my French, but this bullshit is fed to us, as opposed to the truth of searching for those things that we relate to, that we have in common, and that connect all things. Still, the lie goes on, and we relegated to mere demographic checkboxes and categories. I am single, I am a caucasian, I have a degree, I have such and such as well as blonde hair and blue eyes, and did I mention how my parents are well-to-do, thank you very much. In other words, you are a baboon and I am not. The irony is that, as in The Lion King, we are not even remotely aware of that which we truly are; we are the King acting as if he were a warthog, a King acting if he were a peasant so to speak. Sadly, the truth is, that each and every single one of us is so much more than that in which we could ever attempt to readily perceive or that any consensus could hope to capture or convey. One could go so far as to say that the statistics are so wildly skewed, much like a Presidential vote taken to the Electoral College. But hey, we need that, because the people don't know how to vote, or what is best for them. One candidate may win the popular vote, and by a landslide, but such a system tells us otherwise. That being said, the last time I checked, the hero has a thousand multifaceted faces, not one singular one that appears on a Hollywood poster or advertisement. Not only that, but the traits of the hero, as with the Magician, or the Fool, is as much within me, as it is in you - we simply have not awakened to this truth yet. So, in that way, there is no question that we have been lied to, for there is nothing that the people as a whole, as a collective, or that a group focused on the same task at hand can fail to accomplish. We were subtly taught this in the children's movie, A Bugs Life. The concept conveyed in the scene where the grasshoppers are making wisecracks about what one little tiny ant could possibly do, or achieve. In his wisdom, the leader of the pack takes an acorn and begins throwing it at his cronies. Does that hurt, he says mockingly with a kind of malicious undertone as he throws one after other the other grasshoppers. No, they reply through laughter, it's so small, like an ant. Exactly, the leader responds, But what about this," he continues, opening the container of all the acorns that they have collected over time, which squash and pummel the lower grasshoppers. It is at this point, that in a fit of anger, the leader yells out," One ant cannot hurt us. But if one ant stands up against us, then they all will, and there are more of them then there are of us, for they outnumber us five to one. And so is the state of things, and the monopoly game that is being played by the wealthiest individuals in the world, who are using us as their pawns so to speak to continue to finance their wealth. In this way, we are dumbfounded as to how the Egyptians created for the great Pyramids, just as we are astonished by other feats of this magnitude. For, it takes a collective society, not an individual, working alone in their own accord, and for the sake of their own credit and reputation, to do so. If this seems unlikely to the audience, then explain to me how a group of monks back east, working in meditative unison, can heal an ailment that is otherwise uncurable in Western medicinal practices. Why then is it, that in the east, whole groups of people gathered in their various monasteries collectively meditate on the same means to an end? There are so many countless ways that we have been lied to and dumbed down, in order to remove us from our true power and true essence. Education, which has remained unchanged for years, has us believing that knowledge or intelligence is the memorization of very trivial facts. As such, people go about learning about mathematics, the economy, science, and a vast array of other trivial things, that have no real practical applications in the very real world, but we insist that it is needed to be a well-rounded individual as if that were the best compliment one could receive because we all want to be the jack of all trades, which is a flattering notion to muse over. On this level, how true it is that we have been taught to worship the slave, and to neglect the true master found in intuition. In likewise fashion, we are well versed in a whole gamut of different subjects. However, it seems that we know how to operate the technology and machinery that surrounds us on a day-to-day basis, and at optimal functionality, but we are never taught or introduced to the doorway of real wisdom, in the inquiry of who we truly are, or how to know thy self. Similarly, while we know how to utilize the majority of the machinery that we have at our disposal, it seems as if we don't know how to manage that Machina of glorious design in the human anatomy, and complete loss in terms of allowing it to function at its peak functionality. And in this way, it seems we have forgotten this sacred truth, and so we no longer create for more magnificent wonders of the world, because we look at them in awe, for that understanding an awareness has become lost to us. We have become more concerned about the individual, and being able to do things on one's own, as opposed to what the people can do as a whole. For instance, the whole of the United States was created for and by the people, and for them to self-govern, but nowadays, it seems that the majority needs a figurehead to tell them what, when and how to do a thing, even though they have no real influence on our lives directly, with the exception of the things said on the allegorical screen found in our home. Yes, we have forgotten this source, which is also the source of nature, for all of a forest can be found in a single acorn, and the result is that we continually go on worshiping the slave in this way. Perhaps it is for this reason that in religious and spiritual texts, it is said that the poor are the ones that have real wealth and that those that think that they have power and control, fail to see the way in which they themselves have become slaves; bound and shackled by pecuniary, materialistic, and worldly means, in the same way, they are enslaved and imprisoned by the individuals who employ them, and that gives them this false sense of power, for they can easily take it away, and just as easily, they will see to it that they never move up in the world, or take a higher rank, because it puts their very false sense of power and control at risk, and that does not account for the way that they have been completely robbed of their sense of time for these things. If one were to here a wealthy man in conversation, nine times out of ten, he will make some reference to what he is worth an hour in one sentence, but in the next, he will go on about how he just does not have the time. Oh, how much I sympathize with this kind of slave, especially in the way that he is oblivious to the fact, and as if time were something that could actually be attained. In the same way, we have become slaves to having to overthink and over analytic minds, which we have more or less become addicted to, and this is perpetuated in the way that the way of the world tells us that we need to view all of life in a linear way, even though all of life does not operate in this way, and to develop our sense of critical thinking and problem solving, and so we are always thinking and tinkering away. However, the truth is that the world, reality even, is very simple - it just is. It is our overactive minds that make it anything other than what it is, and that has to go on making it more complex, trivial, difficult, and complicated than that in which it is. We have become slaves to the material, and to the mind, and it is for this reason that the world is in the state that it is; a kind of universal asylum if you will. It is the way that it is, because of this disconnected from the source, and it is a reflection of how we have become so spiritually poor. We have ostensibly accomplished great feats of human ingenuity, and still, the greatest default or human flaw is found in the degree that we remain unconscious to the consequences of all that we do, and the level in which we remain spiritually poor. Arguably the greatest exemplification of this is found in the way that a mere bumblebee has more ecological importance than that of us homo sapien sapiens, with twice our wisdom, and the opposite could be said of us. We are at the apex of all things, the wisest, and yet without a bee, we would all perish, but in all our havoc and destruction, if we were removed from the face of the planet, then the Earth would actually thrive, and we remain so ignorant to this fact, in all of our ostentatious intelligence. To this, I say, that it is time that we wake up; spiritually, to be spiritually awoken, or woke us the younger generations say. It is due time that we evolve; evolve from fool to magician; evolve from common man to hero; evolve both consciously and spiritually. At the same time, we need to evolve beyond our destructive nature. For the very real reality, is that if we don't we will perish and that the cause of our own demise will be at our own hands.
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