It's Time for New Rules!
It was one of those quad-copter designs and as we watched it I could tell whoever was flying it was no rookie pilot. Maintaining a perfect hover 70 feet from the dispensary in near darkness gave all of us a weird Orwellian kind of feeling. We continued on about our business, relegating the sighting to the subconscious mind for a while.
After dinner, my business partner went to fetch the car as I entertained his wife with my stellar wit in front of the parking structure. We were standing about a quarter block from a main intersection...and we heard the drone again. This time it was flying slowly directly above the north-south city street, as if it was following a specific car. Some 30 seconds later a police cruiser rolled calmly down the same street, following the drone, evidently with the pilot inside.
When we first saw the drone I had the thought of grabbing my phone and taping the encounter, since it was my first; but then my brain served up a slide show of recent stories where doing so hasn't ended well for free speech. Suddenly my mind is telling me things like the lighting sucks, and filming the drone might expose my friends to harm, at the hands of those sworn to protect and serve. So I chose not to film the drone, but the process of reaching that decision gnawed at my subconscious like a hungry grizzly bear.
In public domain I should be allowed to film anything I wish, including a police drone which is filming me...but I don't have that right. OK, I heard that, technically I do have that right - but attached is the proviso that I understand exercising that right could result in injury, persecution, or even death. Catch-22.
Just as the tide eventually transforms rough, jagged rocks into smooth beach pebbles, our freedoms have been eroded in much the same way. The process was well underway before the storm tide of 9-11...ever since; our rights have taken a draconian pounding.
Our collective reaction to these increasing assaults is ... we adjust to them, very quietly. We don't want to discuss it, don't want to offer an opinion; really we wish folks would just stop writing blogs about it all together. We adjust our tolerance to increasing levels of genocide and insanity run amok because we have no answers, solutions or even any idea how things ever got this bad. When we weren't paying attention; someone changed the rules. When we didn't challenge them, they just became bolder, and when we let them get away with more, they wanted even more still. Perhaps we collectively thought "they" would stop at some point short of a police state with 24 hour monitoring of every citizen; so I wonder, now that we're there, how's that silent majority thing working for ya?
My parent's generation was given some nifty little catch phrases to keep them docile & content: mantras like You can't fight city hall, My country right or wrong, Don't make waves, To get along ya gotta go along, program updates! Like dutiful republicans, my folks tried to indoctrinate my sister and I with this utopian mindset, bless their demented little souls. With us humans it's called social engineering, for livestock, it's herding; same thing.
If you believe that freedom is being allowed your choice of intentionally limited options, then you might also believe that repeating something slick you heard on TV is thinking. They don't want us to think; which is exactly why they spend so much effort & cash keeping us collectively distracted as they daily change the rules the world runs by. When will we collectively understand that always picking the lesser of two evils still leaves us always controlled by evil.
We have always known that all governments are inherently evil & corrupt. Because we don't want the wrath of said governments, we elect to remain silent in hopes that evil will reciprocate and leave us alone as well. Evil doesn't bargain, unless its for your very soul; and collectively we have chosen wrong, yet again. If human history is any indicator at all, it may be quite a while before we collectively get it right. Unfortunately, Gaia doesn't have that kind of time any longer. You didn't "forget" about Fukushima did you? Let it gently float to the lower realms of subconscious so you could make your calculations without factoring it in??
Occasionally I get reminded by friends & strangers alike that when I speak my truth it is without filters, or buffers in place to spare the reality sensitive in the room any undue stress. They're right. On post-Fukushima earth there no longer exists the time to indulge in such linguistic gymnastics and word salad. We must break out of the mold we agreed to think inside of, and begin communicating to one another from the heart center. Nobody needs a politician, priest, or blogger to tell them the difference between right & wrong. Each of us knows in our heart when something is right or wrong; good or evil. that is why your heart is the first thing they disconnect you from. First they disconnect us from our spiritual selves, then they desensitize us to the suffering of others, get the kids hooked on grand theft auto and first person shooter games. Pre-training for our future crop of nintendo commandos. When you speak from the heart you don't need filters.
It was around 1994 when I first saw online, "The 10 rules for being human" which it seems was someone's idea of updating or revising the ten commandments for the new age. All these years later it still survives in the wilderness of cyberspace, and in quite an assortment of variations. I think its purpose has been to help folks see the vaster reality at hand, and at the same time, slow them down from the rat race with reminders of those things we have forgotten about being in the flesh. As I think of it I believe they stopped too soon at just ten rules, because I can think of several that should be included at some point.
Instead of using critical thought to arrive at our own conclusions, we're conditioned like Pavlov's dog to regurgitate whatever propaganda someone crams in our heads. We must reject such social engineering, and all attempts to influence how we speak to each other (except mine). Words carry vibration, meaning and substance. Our history is replete with examples of when words inspired good men to revolt against evil and we could sure as hell use some of that right now. To disempower our communication with each other we're expected to be politically correct and never actually say anything of any real substance, ever again. It's just another layer of programming, that's all. We really can go another way, a more heart centered way, but first we have to want to!
The problem with speaking thru filters and mental censors is that no matter who we think we are, we eventually lose track of which partial truth or boldfaced lie we spoke to who, and to get what end result. Everything in the head becomes just one great swirling morass of meaningless monkey chatter; and its about all you can do to just manage it without going insane. Somewhere down in the middle of this morass is the real self you used to be, filtered to death and frantic now.
Every system is based on some idea, principle, or basic belief: with most of them choosing money as that central pillar. This post-Fukushima earth we inhabit, with all it's unholy terrors is the result of that choice, of putting money above all else, including love. Perhaps it would be easier to accept and understand if everybody was like the 1% elitists who think they fucking own this place, but that isn't in evidence. By far, the vast majority of humans are fairly nice and agreeable folks who are generous to a fault and quick to laugh, quicker to love. So why are none of these people represented in our various governments. We all know that answer.
Lord Acton is famous for the quote: "Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." Again our own history on this world confirms such with literally thousands of examples. After this long we must now either tear this unholy machine apart piece by piece, or quit trying to convince ourselves of what a great civilization we have here, and admit we're just a bunch of terrified slaves. How's that for a new rule?
Collectively we lie for many different reasons, some of them semi-noble in essence; mostly though we lie for self gain, and self protection...the worst kind of lie there is. Catch 22: We honor truth so much nobody is allowed speak it, so we defend it with a many layered shroud of lies. Laws have even been passed prohibiting revealing some truths. Here's the deal; if something is being done in secret, and nobody can know about it, it's probably something very bad for the 99% of us in survival mode. Too many secrets! They ain't defending truth by lying, they're suffocating it to death.
So, what about us here in the peanut gallery, why do we lie so much to and about each other? Try as I might, the answer eludes me but I suspect it has something to do with ego and the urge to manipulate things. We collectively figure it's OK to lie because it's almost an essential aspect of modern life. Nobody wants to be the last honest man. If that be the case then I submit that modern life is a dismal failure of the highest magnitude. In a classic rant about honesty; George Carlin opined that the system is so totally corrupt that if mandatory honesty was imposed, everything would fall apart. We are not living meaningful lives if we abandon truth as the foundational pillar of our system. John Lennon said it best: "Just gimme some truth"
When we lie to each other it dishonors our spirits, it's like a little insult; and when we try lying to ourselves it unnecessarily opens up a whole other can of worms into our life. Do you remember the way you felt inside the very first time you intentionally told a lie? Remember that cold squirrley sensation in the gut? That was your soul reacting to the lie. What did your heart tell you when it first heard you tell a lie? Remember that? Remember that! Every lie we tell is a step away from the person we always thought we'd be, and another lesson we failed to learn. When we fail too many lessons....well you know. Back to square one, day one - start all over. I just have a hard time accepting that is what we collectively want. Sometimes we have to slay the monsters before its safe to dream our dreams. This right now ~ it's one of those moments in time poets will write about in a millennium or so...a time when the cosmic tumblers fell into place giving us one last chance to come together and evolve out of darkness.
Your comfort zone is your prison cell, because everything truly magical exists beyond it's anesthetizing confines. It doesn't take a Bloomberg terminal to tell our economy has tanked and is now on life support, yet you continue to slough thru drivetime twice a day firm in the belief your job will still exist tomorrow. Blind optimism.
One time I stepped aside to be alone with myself a while, and I haven't returned because of what I learned there. The more people I meet the better I like my cat, because she never lies to me. This crumbling system built on the pillars of greed cannot be sustained or saved, it is doomed. Holding on doesn't require strength but letting go does. So, the next time you're out on the town never mind those flying drones, if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear! Right?
Thanks to: http://augureye.blogspot.com