Some More Thoughts On Commodification and Faith

it started with posters in the feed of one of the platforms a frequent.maybe. it may have begun sooner because there were other factors in the near proximity to similar stuff. in the same vein. it's not mysterious, your attention changes and those clever algos they catch it.

understand, i'm fully aware that it isn't how they work right? they can't read minds, it's probably, and eye movement! and they listen. it's just kind of weird when you don't say, not aloud or even in the presence of the thing.

annnyway, i suppose you could say i have been having spiritual doubt and confusion. i am so very conscious of my religious upbringing. i have been in a state of rebellion or else, a softening in the face of need i have turned back to it. it has been a comfort to the fearful. it has been co-opted from early on in history. it's always had so many sides. altruistic, and controlling, it gives fear, love, and purpose. when it's in the right. it is a human manifestation of religion and spirituality. but because of our humanity our darkness long ago seeped into is every available vulnerability. a framework created by us through inspiration and blended with our frailties. we turned guilt into a feature and a hierarchy. i see it as both miraculous and manipulative.

i don't like all of the roads we humans have gone down in the guise of clergy and holy people and people posing in both roles, legitimate or not. it's false when the imagery is used fraudulently or criminally. to let it go on the way it has that way is the embodiment of the opposite of what religion and so then spirituality is meant to do in my humble opinion.

that's the kind of thing that led me to stray away from its ideals. that and corporal punishment.

but the more i do meditation and contemplation and study the more i see of the spiritual making sense with science and reality all coming together. proving each other out.

some of my favorite sites, of channeled angels and encouragement from the angelic realm, they've kind of faded back from the front line, and in some cases i know it's because of busyness. not mine, the angel's.

also, i know i'm meant to find my own way and appreciate what i can bring to the table myself. figure this stuff out, my life.

so, life goes on and everything is kind of ratcheting up and there's a lot of tension. it's somewhat different in the way things are playing out but unrest between the ruling classes and everyone else is happening in every country it seems like. that wants to be more draconian and cruel. and this plays right into the insanity of a pro-life movement that is obsessed with guns. with the idea that guns are necessary to be safe from the colored hordes that they're sure are constantly coming for them. i mean, be careful what you obsess on.

the one that gets me is the mass shootings. it's always guns with those and the worst is the schools where the guns mince the children and the pro lifers will not even consider a gun ban.

i'm no accredited anything but, damn, that seems like a circular firing squad argument right there.

that a collision of violence and faith or what a lot of us seem to love to believe is something i cannot join in on. it gives me a headache.

there are a lot of ways to believe. i lately have also been trying to find a middle ground for myself where i'm honest and i don't let people talk over me and I can't tell where I'm supposed to land. i often have people trying to restrict what I say and there's no venue where that is an okay thing to do. i'm in no way anyone's subordinate which means the situations where anyone else can say or do things to curb my comments or expect me to calm down when I feel justified and put off. other adults telling me to behave myself? not a thing. they need to step off. i get a lot of it lately, the people think it may have any right to parent me when I did not spring from their loins.i have a pretty good idea where that's coming from and it's that race thing where someone comes along and gives unsolicited "guidance."

my mind was racing as I tried to calm myself after an interaction of just that type a word was said into my head sacerdotal. i had to look it up.

it has to do with priests, their garb; robes and their priestliness. the other place to me how? i had to think on it, or actually, not think on it, and meditate, sleep and whatever else until it made sense.

i was deep into thinking of the commodification of us. i was watching the paramount plus series halo and the story has a lot to do with faith, belief systems and hierarchy.

in need of raving soldiers fodder but more than that, the secret weapon; the super soldiers. the spartans, known to not be human, but, they were.

eventually a mind that's been shaped and confined and made to forget their tragic past. just the type of government manipulation and untruth that is common for that type of situation. do things to the soldier and not tell them or not the entirety of what's been done to them. in such cases, especially when there's trauma, the subconscious will start to wake. creating behavioral disturbance. the unaddressed demanding attention.

the spartans experience this, and first one, then the others remove their empathy blocking chips, and boy, did the ever scientists blow it. not forseeing people's subconscious bubbling up and starting trouble. what lack of forethought! the soldiers started spacing out and hesitating in the midst of these crazy battles and my goodness, stop messing with people's humanity, governing forces! and stop throwing people away. with awareness comes an unwillingness to be disrespected in that way.

i think the unchipped soldier is meant to convey the idea that the scales have fallen from our previously blinded eyes. because for master cheif and his crew, they had to decide how would they play it now, this newly seen life, and they gotta decide now because shots fired pyrotechnics going off or a storm of manipulation and half told truths. tried by and under fire, can they do what is ultimately right? under their circs it looks super hard, but ultimately, they do. if they can, i can. i'm not ducking bullets, just eye daggers on occasion. not as big a deal. that's my takeaway.