Note: Although much of this analysis might appear to be more Western world related, it all trickles into other cultures. The Western world has tremendous influence on the rest of the world, from extreme subtlety to the extremely obvious. Please note that when I decided to write this article I had no knowledge that this was the month for breast cancer awareness. Food for thought!
This is a question that is well worth examining from many different angles. Who is in charge of the humans, do humans need handlers/controllers? Humans are hard wired to be controlled; hard wired for slavery. Because of this the vast majority readily accept the need for control by government, corporations, religion/spiritual constructs and education.
Uncovering the history and potential direction of human life is one filled with confusion, deception, limitation and manipulation due to loss of memory. Humans are buried in a thought process of limitation regarding human potentials and the nature of our origin.
With this new social distancing phenomenon, one has to wonder why a distance of 6 feet? History is filled with evidence that those who possess the ability to create and alter laws and rules cannot be deemed trustworthy.
We ultimately exist in the realm of imagination…who or what is imagining us? Are we the ultimate imaginer? Why are we so afraid to own that position? Perhaps it is because for so long we have been convinced that someone else is at the wheel.
Our lives are influenced by people and conditions and the people and conditions in our lives are influenced by our scripts and stories. So ultimately we have the power to rearrange or to remove these characters by rewriting the script.
Is there ever a moment when there is truly nothing left to give. Everyone has experienced that moment of spiritual exhaustion. It’s that feeling of having tried and tried yet things seem to take three steps forward and two steps back. The idea of being positive becomes more of an annoyance especially when others attempt to be encouraging. It’s the journey through the valley and into the dark night. What is perhaps perplexing is the certainty held in believing that one has exceeded a reoccurrence of that experience. One is left speechless, exhausted, a little ticked off and thinking what that *%#@ !.
Ok so I have written about this a number of times but for goodness sakes when I run into this stuff it is so funny…yes it is funny. No I am not laughing at anyone but I am laughing at how creative we are in making this game really exciting! There are a group of new agers that are relentless at overdosing the masses with this construct of a future of bliss, where we hang out with the ascended masters and sing kumbaya all day, while we hug mother earth and just feel nothing but joy and love…oh my god just stop it already!!