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I was talking with one of my fellows about how to point out to people that they really do have evidence right in their mailboxes every year of where they can begin to make a difference in how things shake out in our world.
You don't want to be a ton of bricks like me and just say, "Here, you fucks, you are part of the problem, no matter what pension plan you have." And we were taking one case in point in the endless list of financial services snake oil salesmen. I'm not even going to upset you with the link.
It could have been any of thousands upon thousands.
Glossy as heck. Fashion forward. Especially enticing to degreed herd animals, progressive and conservative alike, fascist and libertarian alike, capitalist and communist alike. Slicker'n shit, any way you slice it. Easily serviceable where your parents left off.
I just ended up saying this:
Seems to me the deal is always about keeping people in their bubble, always marketing.After I finally hit "send", it struck me I ought to mention this to you.
You begin seeing pamphlets for financial instruments at convenience stores and you should automatically know you're toast. Ignorant people take them. Well-educated people scoff and take their cues from Forbes instead. Some of us are even more attuned and go straight for day trading until the market makers decide our bank accounts are looking too healthy or they see our butts so far out on margin they know they have our entire safety net and at least half the house... and kabammy-bloo... they have them and we take a cash advance on a credit card to get an old mobile home by a freeway and spend twenty or thirty years paying for it on our public assistance and then Social Security... not feeling so goddam smarter-than-thou or above everyone anymore at all.
And, not being able to bear the sight of so many idiots on every rung of the IQ ladder, you turn your attention to your beloved, our mother, our home. You involve yourself in her welfare. You try not to get depressed about how you can live in a state with the best environment laws in history and still the pillage is proceeding apace. You go to the county and state regulatory types. You make your voice heard. They duly hear it and find their rules too transparently favoring rapists. So they make them more opaquely favor rapists. You watch in horror as most of your support then walks away patting themselves on their backs.
Your county has two of the biggest timber companies in the state as the number one and two landowners. This requires ceaseless vigilance and epic battles for every twig. And then one day when you are taking stock of the minor victories, getting these companies "certified green", and your chest begins to fill with something like hope for the future of home. That's when it hits. Home Depot and Lowe's are shifting to ONLY certified green forestry lumber. Every single person in every one of the agencies you have haunted and hounded into opacity over X number of years has a retirement plan that hinges heavily on the success of Home Depot and Lowe's.
You then find out CalPERS owns a huge chunk of one of the timber companies. Game set match.
You know every single company and agency employee has had to foreclose on the option of actually saving the environment. They are happy to put more air and verbiage and trips to Sacramento in between the gaping maw of Satan and our gorgeous home. That's doable. But that's as far as they can go. Any other way lies job loss and pension loss.
It's everywhere. You look at the list of companies on whom the public employees' retirements depend, and you see that department heads, secretaries, undersecretaries, attorneys general and governors are, in fact, practicing real altruism when they rule against Gaia.
It's hard to even call that greed when it's all the little guys who, demonstrably, do work their butts off to feed their families. A bunch of them helped me nail the Strategic Timber Trust bastards, made sure that where my ignorance might miss a crucial bit it looked as though it hadn't. THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL HUMANS! They have no option other than flow down the River Styx for a living or try to get that mobile home and food stamps, and a few of them will leap at the chance to make me look like a perfectly-informed goddess to save the ground for a future full of redwood trees.
You can't be a respected member of the set of all decent Americans if you don't get on that raft. A precious few won't board when given the chance. More would resist if they had any option, but still probably most wouldn't take the option because it doesn't come with that completely respectable citizen membership card. It's likely too iffy or Out There, even when it's not completely and irretrievably risible to make your way against that current, even as the masses of rafters laughing at you also lose their cookies cheering for William Wallace and Maximus and King Leonidas.
All I know is that there are some in key positions on this raft who will do what it takes to help you score a victory if they can do it without seeming to have had a choice or if their names can be kept out of it. So they are not all dead already... or weren't as of fifteen years ago. It's not much, but it shows there are a few who are not hypnotized beyond all recognition of right and wrong, and a few of that few who are brave enough to at least throw a swimmer against the current a life vest.
The hell of this horrific link is that the people doing it are most likely unaware of how they are trying to survive by keeping that ferry raft full of doomed souls in good repair. They think they are helping the dying avoid immiseration on the way to dead. They do not grok that they are themselves ambulatory corpses who remain upright solely on the business of pinching off the flame in the living souls trapped on the raft around them.
It all hinges on one of the most enlightening bits from an ancient Zen master.
What do you call the world?
The marketers are at work 24/7/365 to keep us calling it what they want us to call it, but the plain truth is it's the River Styx and you can get on that ferry raft to hell, that is only called "respectable citizen", or you can swim against the current, or simply drown. Up to you.
I believe we have so much pressure to address spiritual warfare precisely because there are some of us who know the only way left open is spiritual awakening. Far from all the airy-fairy and namby-pamby and outright ludicrous notions of what that actually is, it is naught in the end but snapping out of the mass hypnosis to realize things like, "Hey! I'm not a fabulously successful decent American! I'm an upright corpse on a raft to hell staying upright only by dint of sucking the life out of the still living! I'm killing the planet! I'm killing my children! I'm extinguishing life for a living!"
Very few humans ever do what it takes to wake up. Yes, there is a vast industry grown up out of the widespread desire to wake up. They offer a means to seem to be doing that, and this is enough for most. So the few who make it past that trap are precious. I think even a few of them turn around and get back on the raft, but mostly once one is beyond the great pretend spirituality rapids you have some swimmers who have rolled up on one shore or the other to take stock of their restored status as living beings and avid to throw themselves bodily into a startup ferry service to begin rafting back the people who got on the wrong boat, or a paramedic service to revive those of them who are not too far gone to be resurrected.
Despite how scary it is, and it's been made this terrifying by the marketers of this world, it isn't really a threat to them. It might even be entertainment for them. Screwtape is transcendent in our loosh, maybe even rubbing his hands together over the prospect of a great battle between good and evil as imagined in Stephen King's The Stand.
So, I guess, we can look at our lives as about gathering people to Boulder with our paramedic ferries against the current, while he's marshaling his already dead forces in Las Vegas. It might be particularly good to view it this way just now because of this "ebola" thing.
We can't waste ourselves in dreaming we can turn it to avoid anthropogenic cataclysm. We have to do whatever both heads away from it and promises some mode of survival of it... even if all our work only comes down to successfully getting it etched on a stone monolith for any remnant. That has to be done even if a comet gets us before we blow up the planet ourselves. In any case, it has to be done.
This is where we are. This is the imperative. We must resolve the quandary of whether to get to some ground that might offer survival of the cataclysm, for ourselves or our stone monolith, or to bust loose with as much insight and illumination as we can possibly spread across the globe by doing both!
The reward for living up to this harrowing imperative is finding the others, is living with beautiful humans on your way out. It can't be beaten with an Andes of amassed diamonds.
This is what sets up the field. This alone. It is built of people who will not be lulled by the ease of floating on the current. It is built only of those who will not ever be turned from the truth. The field is not there when impostors are there. We don't even need to worry about being tricked after a point.
We are doing what it takes to purify and to grow it. It is doing what it takes to purify and enhance it! So long as we never turn from the truth, despite our entire lives' conditioning to hide from it, despite our mistakes and moments of weakness, despite anything continuing to turn back to the truth, it will grow... because only those who do this despite knowing this is their only life are the ones who can stay in the field.
So just because these creeps treat their brothers and sisters like babies and pretend to show them to comfortable berths on the ferry raft, doesn't mean bodhisattvas can't show enough mercy to the confused to offer them some real hints about the right direction. That's not treating them as children. That's giving them something to hold them up while they are looking everywhere in the lie for the truth.
always and any time....
