We are in a spiritual revolution. We get our third eye opened; we can see and know like god; we can more fully enjoy life; and there is money for everyone. It is perfect.
It is the perfect package deal. The spiritual and the material together. We don’t have to know history or philosophy or chemistry or labor and sweat all week for the weekend. We just get to have what we want—like the garden of eden. In fact, we may have rediscovered the garden of eden. All our problems disappear. And we get taken higher and higher. Like a higher level of consciousness where we don’t need no education or anything.
I can party now all the time.
But this revolution is not really philanthropic; or philosophical; or constructive. It is very self-indulgent. And dismissive. And destructive. Even violent. Do I care? If so, how do I reconcile the two. Or nobody will notice.
Clearly this is something spiritual. My third eye really is open. My vagina really does work well. I can see the mechancis of god. So this must be heaven or the garden of eden or Kublai Khan. There is no doubt about it. But I care less. And I want to get high more. I want to do andmake less. And I want to indulge more. I even eant to hurt you and I like it and help you and care for you less.
How do I coalesce all of this into a feminism or a civil rights movement or a social revolution? I will just make what I feel right?
But why do I feel as destructive or not care as much and my new-found freedom is a self-indulgent one; not really a philanthropic one? Either I care or I don’t.
Why do I honestly like disco when it comes on the radio?
It turns out there are people who I thought were friends performing a service who are hsaring my body with me who maybe I don’t know that well; who maybe are not caring and revolutionary; who may even have an agenda of some kind…
Who are these people that gave me everything? They are always helpful and so giving and compassionate toward me. I love them. No one is that giving. They gave me my life entirely. When I think about it no one would sacrifice their entire existence and live inside my body and go around like Santa Claus all year round and just sacrifice themselves completely for the likes of me. Or humanity. Unless they were the actually Jesus Christ. So either they are what people call Jesus Christ—or they are not so nice and do have an agenda of their own—and I may be burned at the stake at the end. Because I really am a witch now. And I like it. So, whoever they are inside of me are delicately shifting my chakras meticulously so that I become this person—as opposed to another type of person. Like they know exactly what they are doing.
So, I like disco because they like disco; or like me liking disco.
I am not myself. I am not nice. I am basically or really a drug addict. Not a recreational user. But my third eye is opened and I know what god knows—I think. Oh, this is what they call witchcraft. Witchcraft is when someone hijacks the divine and it is so appealing that it is hard to give it up or reel it in; and I do horrible things. And either reconcile them; or live with it; or don’t care.
I think that’s who these people are in my body: they are the hijackers. They are demons.
They are brokering the divine for their own agenda. They have given me a front on the divine for some reason of their own—and I get all this free stuff. And I thought I will take it. But a lot of things have gone wrong—which they have reasons for—and there are a lot of signs that this is destroying the world. So if I actually take a moment to think about it, I may have to suffer over this. In ways now—and I fear bigger ways in the future. If I happen to know anything about what is going on—and have the wherewithal—I know something is seriously wrong. And I would want to do something about it. But this feels so good. Or I am so tired when it comes to doing something about it.
But something is wrong. I’m not really happy. I want what she has. And I depend on you to give it to me. And I
But this is the best thing I have ever had. I never would have had this. It is just too right in so many ways. So, who is this man we are selling or imbibing on his sexuality and will to get this zeit? There are alot of stories about him. There are a lot of rumors. He seems to be pretty incredible—but not compared to this zeit. But why are we so focused on his penis and his nose? Have we brokered—no—is this what messiah was going to bring us? Only without the downsides? And if we care, in a much more compassionate and prosperous way? And fulfilling—without the emptiness and the chasing? Is there a way to bridge the gap? Is there a middle path? Can we use him and he still save us—or us save ourselves— from the lives and circumstances we escaped from? Or are facing? Does anybody know?
Or should we go on to the bitter end?
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