literally, like an insect, all appendages irretrievably trapped in the amber of deeply ingrained habit. what is it physically? where is it? i can bin it and see it forever taken away. metaphorically. we've all been deceived. we may as well be strapped to table somewhere, fictions being piped into our brains. under the impression, stamped in hard, that we are experiencing that what we are experiencing is the reality. it's like that. we are buried under so many layers that we've become unacquainted with our own essence. we don't easily recognize how much of what we do is the result of programming. that's everywhere and often we don't even see it. often we do and then choose to remain passive and do nothing about it.
i'm not here to cast aspersions on anyone because we are not all on the same page, it seems we are not all in the same state of mind. take that as you will, since a reader will anyway, but also be aware there's a number of ways it can be taken. that's kind of the way things are normally. to go with the flow is to meet little resistance.
now it occurs to me that for myself, until i was able to begin to surrender to it, i wasn't 8even in a place to contemplate ideas, like the roots of my own behavior and how it affects people and situations. or that other peopleare not on the same page simply to disagree with each other. that might be something else too and not just them being difficult.
i came to think of it in the way that as an adult, i know i can't expect a baby to carry on the same level of conversation that another adult could. they, the baby, simply aren't there yet. i know t's not the same but it's akin to it.
it amounts to, when i peer at it, not wanting to release a clench on the things humanity has had a grip on so long for abusing each other in every way imaginable. as we've seen, we all experience things together. holding up our ends because it's most definitely what we signed up for. otherwise, none of it could take place. it has to be a collaborative effort on some level or it wouldn't take place.
i know that last bit may be hard to swallow but allow me to refer back to being strapped to the table and all of this emotional upheaval and angriness that is manufactured and being piped right into us.
do we know what's real? that's all I'm saying. for me, it goes back to programming, noticing it and finding your way out of it and remembering the table. or better yet, the movie total recall. may i say, that's kind of an inverse of what i'm saying, because in it the user of the technology knows they are entering an alternate timeline.
we have to find our way back to an awareness of who really are without all of the conditioning in life. in the movie people use a manufactured reality to escape reality 01. In the fake world, like ours, injuries and even deaths seem realer than real and we kind of have to participate and play a role just like in reality where we uphold each other's structures.
didn't know what i was talking about today, not firmly, until i put pen to paper. however, these two themes have been orbiting my awareness for a while. what is real? and things are not what they appear to be.
wanting to unhand the past, (even in forms that are imagined), and not reach into the unknown. i know that's fear inducing, but that may be a projection of not wanting to relinquish contact to what we're holding on to you for dear life, that's rooted in the past.
we might feel better if we stop trying to fight the inevitable. it literally sickens us when we make ourselves out of phase. the way the main character is when he leaves his real body strapped down and vulnerable while he and his consciousness are off chasing adventure in the manufactured one.
talk about being disconnected from reality, but leaving the self unattended.