Traveling through these times of challenges, so many are so brave. Their souls can’t be trapped anymore into a life of fear. The strange side effect of that bravery is the breaking free of “trust me I am your safety” political systems that ride the West.
Amazingly, all their surveillance and bureaucratic interference in the smallest aspects of our lives doesn’t seem to help one bit, or, it is designed to not be remotely preventive. Every day it reaches new heights and with the random violence more or less strategically enhancing the hype for security, taking down our rights one stabbing knife at a time.
It brings both sadness and joy to see through that.
It brings sadness on behalf of the victims involved and to see that we ourselves once were blind to this design. It brings sadness to see populations being taken hostage in the “stay in your seat and don’t ask questions” fear agenda. Along the way it has become joyful, almost a sport to recognize the Control System and the very primitive way it works: Fear controlling the view of the Mundane and the Celestial through organized and partly also alternative boxed in religion.
To finally feel and touch that Celestial in its purest form as: The Unconditional Love From Above.
God, or what you prefer to label it as, is not a helicopter parent hovering over His children looking for any wrong move or wrongdoings. God doesn’t care about religion as little as He cares about infidels. In other words, He didn’t create this life of imprisonment as a sad excuse for avoiding to deal with freedom loving souls. A hard mundane life and then the afterlife of a saint. It’s a sick joke.
It is a very profound life experience to recognize that – the prison cells in Mainstream Spirituality are equally as rigid as those in Big Government and Religion.
Uncovering the layers in these installments raises a certain amount of anger before that same anger, social anger, spiritual anger, whatever anger transcends, not into forgiveness but into a conscious reality where we find ourselves on the awakening floor, all covered in green slime and unplugging the tubes, like some neighborhood Neo waking up into a new reality, a student, a teacher, a sage, a mystic.
Humbleness toward that Near Life Experience: It should be humbling, not self-promoting, nothing to brag about when the school bell rings and all are allowed to play until the next ring, still under the sharp observant eye of some degrading teacher who´s pissed that he took the play time shift and as a result of that, he is just extra mean.
It takes great strength to insist on the playfulness in whatever school of thought.
Somehow, The System just became too obvious and if it hadn’t been that obvious before, I think we have DJ Trump to help set us free of the final illusion that there actually was an alternative. There wasn’t. That was all they had to offer, still blood on the dance floor and it doesn’t look good. And the taste of it is a meal waiting on the kitchen counter already starting to decompose.
And yet ‘We the Weed’ keep on insisting on rising as unpopular plants making it upward to catch the rays of the sun dimmed by high altitude airplanes; insisting on growth, life and realization.
We call ourselves Warriors. We can call ourselves that when we have earned it.
Every one of us who has broken through whatever spell of illusion that the System pulled before our weary eyes, knows that it came with a price. One very cool prize is to feel closer to the concept of God, The Force, The Uni, The Field.
We need to contemplate on the personal suffering in the process of detachment. Did it come with a cost? Status, Finances, Loss of Friends, Loss of Identity, The Points of No Return. Many find out that the Near Life Experience is casting away the old ego that just mirrored what the System demanded or expected of you, whether it was in The Machine of Mundane or the Machine of 2-Cent Spirituality of do’s and don’ts.
We actually noticed the cult-ness: The fear hyping agenda in those dark entities posing as The Light of This World. Untangle it from your soul by pinpointing its control over you. Some branches in Spirituality Dark End ridicule people that have beards. Yes, a minor big thing. “Beards are the hiding place for little nasty ghouls that will eat your soul.” Ohh my.
Needless to say – don’t pick it up and shave – you are not a prisoner in some Cambodian Prison Compound, you are in the presence of Dark Spirituality. Insist on your beard and walk away.
I mean… the Matrix Control System has nothing on this. In that world they don’t care how you dress and look. So, the fake spiritual world has taken its copy catting of the Matrix to a level of control that people will pay for in order to feel spiritually safe.
Observed from the outside it is so easy to see that it calls for a holler into the ears of the disciples: Are You Kidding Me, why can’t you see the fakeness? Because of group dynamics, promises of enlightenment and a touch of specialness.
It is a near life experience to break out of that and it is a sign of Warrior Hood – with most people still thinking they are thriving in the system and inside the boxed spirituality stealth woven in a fabric of control. It isn’t easy, and it calls for anger in the aftermath of realization and it calls for bliss when the dust has settled.
Our consciousness can’t expand in fear. Often it goes, as you know, into flight and fight, which in that case seems like a good solution.
You do not make friends here – you make enemies, not because you want to, but you have become a threat. Some countries will arrest you, most fake spiritual branches on the great Tree that promise to reach heaven for you will cast you in ban – so the rest of the tribe can sleep at night. Fear-driven searching souls walking right into the next trap of control.
A terrifying void will open at the tip of your toes and the rest is a question of balance. Being at that tipping point, and I will urge you to go there if you know it’s there, you have one ally only: Your inner voice.
At the sabotaging, daily on the voice of Inner, the Control System sure has stocked its shelves with every chemical compound we can think of, even for infants and beyond. What should be the counterpart to this will set up even more claustrophobic means to control you.
The Vortex point is: That searching for a Near Life Experience will give you Hell on this Earth and that should be enough to stay away from it, but the levees broke some time ago, and the soul’s yearning for light, explanation, purpose cannot be contained anymore – and from the cells of confinement you hear the loud excruciating sound of ‘fellow prisoners’ doing their job, trying to pull you back in, pouring fear and the promise of superficial love in order to re-hook you.
That noise would be the Bank Manager or the suburban Guru with occasional trips to Enlightenment Land.
All is falling and it’s no more a country for old souls.
Life, knows where it is going – maybe get in that flow.
Eventually a boat lies waiting, soon enough.
© 2018 Soren Dreier