Dreamy Idealism

I envision a world in which the unbridled use of war is a relic of the past.  A population of people who understand that killing each other – regardless of the reason, can only lead to self-destruction.  I imagine a world in which we are truly free of tyranny and able to persue whatever it is we want in this life.  A world that is consciously evolved to the point that we are able to, as Hicks said, “…explore space together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.” 

I can see this world very clearly.  It would not be hard to achieve.  All that is required is for you to realize a few things.  That’s fine, I can help you – but only if you are willing to accept help.

There are people who talk about other people being, “asleep, ignorant, sheep” etc.  If you are reading this, you are, like me, a sheep.  A sheep is simply a person who is made not to understand the truth of the world.  This limiting of knowledge and awareness is brought about by design through the relentless use of propaganda and physical violence. 

The word “sheep,” as a metaphor for ignroance, comes from George Orwell’s “Animal Farm,” and is one of three hypothesized social classes.  There are the sheep, as previously described, the dogs, and the pigs.  Dogs are the brutalizing class – police officers, military minds, propagandizers, etc.  Pigs are the ones who hold the dogs’ leashes.  They are the ones who really call the shots and decide what happens in the world.  This is an accurate metaphor, but it can simplified even further because there are really only two classes in the world.  The hard truth that most people refuse to acknowledge is that slavery exists today – it is just less obvious.

You don’t want to believe it, understandably.  Powerlessness is possibly the worst feeling a human can experience, and we go through great lengths by virtue of “mental gymnastics” to avoid feeling that we have no control over our lives.  Even now, I know that you are probably going to dismiss what I am telling you as bullshit.  That’s ok too.  If I can reach one person then this writing endeavour will have been worthwhile.  So if you are still reading, thank you and congratulations on the mind-cleaning you are about to receive. 

What is a slave?  The Oxford English Dictionary defines it as such:

“One who is the property of, and entirely subject to, another person, whether by capture, purchase, or birth; a servant completely divested of freedom and personal rights.”

One of the reasons it is difficult for us to accept that we are slaves in America is because our idea of slavery historically is ferrying Africans back here to work.  This kind of slavery is overt and easy to recognize.  Today, we are born into slavery.  There is no capturing or purchasing, we are simply born into the slavery system.  What makes our bondage so subtle is that we are made to believe that we are free through supposed “free choice.”  This is to say, what kind of car do you want?  What kind of house?  What kind of shoes and clothes?  What political party do you believe in?  Paper or plastic?  Mastercard or Visa?  The choices are apparently endless, but all are ultimately meaningless because they are choices fundamentally based on money.

“Give me control of a nation’s money, and I care not who makes her laws.”
-Mayer Amschel Rothschild

In another sense, slavery could be considered doing things you do not want to do.  Well gee, that sounds like just about everything we do, doesn’t it?  I have to work at a job that does not inspire me creatively and does not allow me to think for myself.  I have to do what my bosses tell me because it’s “good for the corporation” (which in reality, is not even a real thing).  I am forced to give up 1/3 of my income to a corrupt agency we call the IRS.  I have to do these things because of money. 

You could make the argument that one could live without money, off in a cabin in the woods or on a farm or something, and you’d be right.  But to live in the society that we have collectively created, you cannot function without money.  It is dependency, addiction, and a sophisticated, insidious form of slavery because in the end, we all must work to “keep the economy going.” 

Well I have news for you.  The economy is not real.  It is an idea.  The “economy” is simply the flow of money from person to person, corporation to corporation.  This money is ultimately just paper, one of the most common substances on the planet.  The only reason it has value is because we all accept that it has value.  And here you have a bank, the Federal Reserve, which can print money at will.  They literally have the power to create value out of nothing.  Do you still think the system is fair? 

I go off on tangents now and then, but I will leave you with this fundamental truth – you can be free if you choose to be free.  You have to know it in your heart.  No one can tell you to be free, because then it wouldn’t be freedom, would it?  Freedom means doing whatever you want.


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I Believe Introductions Are in Order

When all is said and done, what is left to write?

My inner voice has been absent for some time.  It manifests itself in brief, uncontrolled electrical impulses, those random and fleeting thoughts, like severed wire – externally silent but lethal.  I have a long fuse, but the bomb is fucking nuclear.  Perhaps that is why I am writing this – to gain a better understanding of myself and to learn to use writing as both a weapon and a remedy. 

What bothers me are the empty people I deal with every day.  I guess I am the moron for working a job that requires me to be social and upbeat – but I am good at wearing masks.  I frequently wonder if there are other people like me – people who can see the matrix of endless bullshit that is so pervasive in our blatantly corrupt and upside-down society.  What bothers me is the more apathy I see, the more I want to give up.

What really fucking flips my flapjack is that nearly everyone I encounter on a daily basis has no capacity to critically think.  Literally everything about them has been programmed – by their parents, by school, and by an umbilical-chord-addiction to television.  The conversations are pointless and devoid of meaning:

“Did you see that sports game?  Did you hear what the president said?  Did you see that T.V. show?  Have you tried this place to eat?  Duuuuuuude.  We got so drunk last night.” 

Blah, blah, fuckity blah.  Let me save you some trouble.  I do not give a fuck.  I will play along with you to appease social norms but I do not give a fuck about what you are saying unless it represents a point that you have thought about with your brain and is not some rehashed mind-dribble that someone else told you.  I am a man of passion and of endless, careful thought.  Get on my fucking level and I will open your blinded eyes.


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