Whether this life is reality, or some chewy version of Candy Crush that we’re all suppose to master before we take our final breath, who knows for sure.
What we do know is that all that makes us what we are – the talents and gifts we each were born with, are pretty much squashed, trampled upon, admonished, laughed at and scorned so much so that by the time we think we might have an original thought, from our original selves – depressing doubts of what a human being is, what a human being is capable of, of what we each are individually – has been dastardly set by educators, media types, Hollywood degenerates, government shysters and other assorted jackasses – so much so that we chastise ourselves for thinking outside of the box whenever that original thought from our original selves occurs.
As the calendar starts to ever so slowly turn away from the horrific furnace of Gehenna that has been unleashed on much of the Northern Hemisphere, to a more tolerable place where our minds shift to a contemplative (and much more enjoyable) state of being, that being Autumn – those not addicted to the strange brew of current nonsense, laughable daily headlines, moronic modern day acceptable thoughts, mind-numbing tweets and texts – find it comforting looking forward, kind of like the pot roast dish prepared perfectly on a cool Autumn weekend by some gifted culinary master, that more tasteful days are, hopefully, ahead of us.
Yet maddeningly, just as the clueless and self-absorbed neighbor or relative who hasn’t a thought of anything outside that which directly affects their singular version of a life that benefits them, and themselves only – the sensitive and thinking soul prays to whatever other world or heavenly entity they choose to believe in, to release them from the daily drudgery of dealing with shitty hearts and souls, 24/7 – 365 days each year.
God or the gods, most times, seem to be on an extended, probably never-ending holiday (who can blame them) from all here on this grand comedy – so much so that pleadings from earth prisoners seem to be, for the most part, sitting in a pile of requests pending review in heaven (or wherever). There really is no other explanation for the insanity that the thinking soul must face each day without heavenly or other worldly intervention.
Yet, the big yawn from insouciant members of the world is so prevalent, so infested into our everyday, that we tolerate this guano:
US Preparing To Bomb Iran’s Nuclear Capabilities As Soon As Next Month; Report – via zerohedge.com
As the White House convenes a policy meeting on Iran Thursday involving senior Pentagon officials and cabinet advisers under national security adviser John Bolton, and after a week of intense saber-rattling by President Donald Trump and his Iranian counterpart Hassan Rouhani, a new bombshell report by Australia’s ABC says the White House is drawing up plans to strike Iran’s alleged nuclear facilities as early as next month.
Washington’s demons are not satisfied with the sovereign nations they’ve laid to waste since 2001, it’s now time to get Iran on Washington’s hit list of nations to destroy. Thinking souls shake their heads and pray to the gods. The gods are on vacation, apparently waiting, for each of us to wake up and change what we can.
Lacking or non-existent healthcare, over $700 Billion given to an all-pervasive military industrial complex for fiscal 2019 for more wars, more weapons of death and destruction; $15.5 Billion wasted in Afghanistan; corporate wages for the working class that require two or three jobs to make ends meet, while CEO’s make billions. The poor, the elderly, the homeless among us ignored by a government that is always quick to lambast anyone who isn’t thinking about the very ones they neglect… the children, the poor and the elderly. An educational system that produces one generation after another that is concerned with only the inner insanity pinging about their minds – these modern day turds who proclaim themselves as the all-knowing, gives one pause to wonder if our government “officials” and media and corporate overlords are anything more than demons from Hell.
Who knows what will tip the scales in order for the masses to turn away from the garbage offerings of governments, the elite, the mainstream media and their smorgasbord of propaganda, wars, distrust, hate and discord.
But what just might bring about a revolution that rejects the present day madness, are those thinking souls left among us who believe enough in their original selves; who still have enough of their heart and soul they were born with to believe and fight against the life dictated to us – a life free from required clenched fists supporting government and corporate overlords, bending our knees to these hellish souls and their sick dreams of death and destruction to any and all who reject love, truth and a way of life outside the matrix that has been constructed, over hundreds of years, to keep us and all our fellow traveler’s, from a life as God or the gods intended it to be.
If each of us, individually, insist in whatever ways presented to us, on a way of life that is respectful of all, of a life of peace and love for all – those artists, from even our recent past, who held the hope in their hearts for a better way, and even those artists, much like Vivaldi, who expressed beauty and love without words, can be realized. After all, artists have been writing, creating and dreaming about it for hundreds of years…
Cat Stevens – “Peace Train”
The O’Jays – “Love Train”
Vivalid – “The Four Seasons” – Autumn
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