CHANGING THE LOCKS
Forever it seems we have defended each other, from each other. If this world of human society has evolved at all, it has evolved tribally, one group of people against another, which is one man against another. We have always viewed our lives as divided based on geographical location born, wealth born into, nature of civilisation, colour of skin, belief or political system. And all manner of other superficialities which defile the underlying fact that we are one people.
And so we have always seen a need to defend ourselves from each other. And so we have always attacked each other. We have always armed against each other, in word, in deed, in action. In the name of righteousness, in the name of care, in the name of health, justice, betterment and love. This arming against each other runs through our brains and is a lot more proliferated in our society, which is relationship between human being’s, than meets the eye on first glance.
This defence and attack runs through the veins of every breath every one of us takes. It is found in the nature of passwords we use on email accounts, in the nature of pin numbers on bank cards, in the nature of security guards guarding businesses day and night, bodyguards for the rich gates of palaces and mansions and locks placed on every home.
It is in the nature of what makes our minds, and so our world, tick.
The illusion of wealth found in the human invented system of money.
Money does not grow on trees. (It is printed out of thin air actually), but is in scarcer supply for most than if it did grow on trees.
We lock down and divide from each other in the nature of politics, monarchy, rules and regulations, court systems, weapons manufacturers, and profit. Every aspect of the societal lives we have built and live within owe a certain level of their existence, to the fact that we are divided people. And divisions are to live tribally. And so our lives have never been free, for what can be free which needs eternally guarded?
We don’t know the meaning of the word 'free'. We don’t know it’s breath, it’s taste. The delightful kiss of its lips. The societal categorisation of each of us beginning in birth name, verified by birth certificate and identity card, is a system of membership to a pattern of tribalism installed onto the lives of all without choice. The ground of competition and the bloody violence of war, is what we are.
It’s what we have always been.
No one is free. We are tied down and limited to our borders through every act and in every area of life. We are committed to a partner and that commitment is bound and sealed by a contract verifying our eternal and undying love never dares venture from the boundaries of the contractual arrangement. Can love exist in a world of such chains? Recognition of this fact is perhaps why these contracts, so easily entered into, are also easily quick to be broken.
Our passports define the strictly measured area of our world we belong to, our religions define the strictly measured and so limited area of our understanding of the sacred, our work defines our bounded meaning and repeated pattern of engagement in benefit to society, our ambitions define our hopes and dreams and the nature of our past defines the continuity of all these cages and a billion more into a perpetual self perpetuating future.
We are not free people. We live tribally. These tribes may be large or small, as in the case of nation or religion, may be more or less brutal in the seeking of their domination over others for all territory, physical, spiritual or otherwise. Tribes are groups of people and groups of people are divided between and within themselves. For these groups consist of named individuals who also see themselves as divided from another. Contracts may be written between these perceived divisions, guarantees assured. But the very nature of a contract being required in the first place is a guarantee itself that we begin from the outset from a tribal mind. We have divided. Down to the level of every one. And what is divided from you, cannot be trusted. It can have its own motivations.
We battle for the best job, for the highest reward, which are the largest coins or the biggest prize. We battle for the highest position. We battle for the proliferation of my or our ideologies, my or our beliefs, my or our domination. Has this world ever lived on any other ground than this?
And we talk about love.
We actually have the god damned audacity to talk about love.
And to believe we understand a single thing about the sacred. The only thing we can honestly state about our understanding of the sacred is that we have no understanding at all.
Our race is damned. I wish it were not so, for I belong to this race, I wish I was some alien observer seeing this dark unfolding thing, detached, unconcerned, interested in the certain destruction which must follow such insane living, but I am of this insane race, its blood courses through my veins and its heartbeat is in the measure of my own.
For decades I have listened to politicians demanding the raising of funds for weapons of war. Today I see why. But war is not bought and fought only on the battlefield, and does not wound in only the dropping of cluster bombs and the shooting of nuclear tipped missiles. War is in words spoken, in looks given, in daily conflicts between contracted members of love. The human race is the war race. And always has it been so. The war race which talks incessantly of peace and love.
How can we talk of love, how can we build institutions naming themselves 'religious', why do we even bother to investigate 'medicine', seeking to lengthen our time span here for even one day, when our whole world, our every life, is so hell bent on the destruction of another? Is it we think we will be the last one standing? We won’t. Because to every other, we are the other. As we plan for war against them in our every breath, many more, plan their wars against us. The nature of numbers has always been that one is the most isolated of all groups. One nation, one religion, one ideology, one class structure, one people, one so named 'individual' person.
There is no such thing as an 'individual' person. How can there be when we all behave in the exact same manner? The word 'individual' carries an etymological meaning of 'indivisible', and how can we claim to be indivisible when every step we take in life, is a step swinging a battle axe cleaving manically into the hearts of all? And all are the same as I, and so we cleave that battle axe into our own hearts and this is the accepted purpose and meaning of our lives. It is the purpose of the tribe.
And we are as tribally functioning within our own minds and hearts towards our own lives as we are to any other. For here, (inwardly we call it), in the 'psychological' realm, in the hidden corridors of memory whispered in every inner word, in the automated movement of every inner image, in the division between the thinker and the thought, here, 'inwardly', lives that which we wish to continue. We fear death and build images of God, and pray eternally to be permitted eternal existence in an afterlife.
We seek to continue the train wrecks of our broken existences forever.
In continuity we believe we will improve on our miserable lot. We will become loving, caring, granting freedom to the lives of others we are so denied for ourselves as we deny theirs. Black lives will matter. Cancer will be cured. Needles in arms will bring an end to all disease. War will bring peace. Contracts will ensure love continues forever. Order will come from justice systems. And politicians will build a fair world for everyone hand in hand with self interested businessmen. Its coming.
After all, we are building back better.
We cry when we suffer, we fear our demise, we fear when we love and we love when we lie. We stab and we tear at life clawing our way through the desperation of it all, always seeking to reach a future destination point, yes, war exists, but battle long enough, we shall be the victors and a peaceful sun will once more arise.
We never seem to see that we are the other. We never see that their security is ours. We imagine we can dominate, slaughter, profit from, dictate over, defile, stand upon and lord over. And it will have all no effect on our own lives. We imagine we can live on an isolated small piece of ground as every other land mass surrounding it burns to the ground, and that we will remain safe. Just keep me safe, only me. As long as I survive, to continue.
The world, can go to hell.
For continuity of self is our only desire. And continuity is an isolated existence for it is built from the past and no one has the same past they build from.
Continuing name, continuing desires, continuing pleasures, groups, nations, politics, religions, organisations, relationships, beliefs, contracts, wars, divisions, my life against yours in constant perpetuity.
What noble pursuits we hold.
And we do this all in the name of love. The love of our beliefs, the love of our God, the love of our partner, the love of our nation, the love of our religion, the love of our family, the love of our life.
What a loving race of people we are.
Our love limits and binds, locking our door shut against all others doing the same, closing different doors against each other until we lose all meaning of the word space and periodically changing all the locks, to ensure no one undesirable can ever enter. We are a lost race. Lost behind our own closed doors locked so tightly we might never be found behind them.
And being so lost, we are frantically seeking the right path to lead our lives to safety. Build more walls, more weapons to kill the other faster, doing the same, reduce the population in imaginary illusion that less people in the world will provide the benefit for my isolated, closed in existence to breathe more freely. Believe more, believe harder, love God with every cell of your broken diseased body and with every movement of your corrupted divided and crippled mind.
We really should rename our race, change it from 'humanity', which carries a shared connotation of decency, fairness, growth and culture. We should find a more suitable name than this. But like all else in the life of man, the word rarely represents the nature of what lies behind. Our tongues now spew out lies as large in number as the number our lives have become. And the number of locked doors we isolate behind.
The politician will bring order, the doctor will bring health, religions will bring love and peace, courts will bring justice, money will bring wealth, pleasure will lead to happiness and possessions will lead to substance. And when living like this, as we do, and if you don’t see this, I make no apologies for your blindness, our answer is to better it all in time. Build back fucking better. Pardon the French in the last sentence. A requirement for deep emphasis was urgently and immediately felt.
Build back better. Better injustice, build back better wars, build back better contracts, build back better religion, build back better mundane tortuous continuity, build back better meaninglessness, build back better unfairness, build back better armies, build back better inequality of life, build back better walls, build back better in continuity of turning everything sacred and natural to life into the artificial. As the natural lays bleeding and dying forlorn, in the name of eternal 'progress'.
Artificial food, artificial people, artificial sex, artificial needs, artificial responses to an artificial climate change, artificial wealth, artificial politicians, artificial pandemics, artificial cures, artificial love, artificial medicines, artificial God, artificial life, leading to an artificial death.
Humanity. The artificial race.
We deceive ourselves. Because we live in our locked rooms fascinated by the Van Gough and Picasso's we hang on our inner walls and we imagine these provide our security. We never even look out the window, not even to wave to another. And from these locked rooms, perhaps even hermetically sealed against any other ears, we plan how to continue our chains of bondage into infinity. How to progress, how to improve, how to reach the desired destination, when our sorrowful lives 'lived' will at last come to meet completion. When our tribe will be the last one standing, in possession of all, holding all the keys to all the doors, masters of all.
What we continue, comes from what we have been. And what we have been itself, is a continuity of what came before that. And so in all of history, we have trod the same path, passionate and convinced in our illusions that we have 'progressed'.
For that which is so lost in the outer movement of 'progress', forever 'becoming', forever 'achieving', forever 'modifying', forever 'building', then destroying, forever closing doors in others faces, forever building walls, is that in most need of ending.
Progress is continuity of what came before. Perhaps a noble pursuit if what came before were a fragranced bed of roses. Or a passionate lovers kiss. Not so noble when we live as we have always lived.
Who carries love for the life of another in this world in even equal measure to their own? I hear politicians and the rich always talking about fairness and equality, I hear religions talking of love, I hear medicine cares for our health and I hear you when you say, you hold love in your heart for me. Whoever you are and whatever your motivation for saying this. Or not. If not, only then can I receive you.
Behind the politician lives his self-interest, always seeking reward. Behind the church, the same, the richest organisations in this world are given the title of 'religion'. And we give them what they ask for, which is what they truly love, for they, are the gatekeepers to heaven. And God must be pleased with our faith. And so contented by our contributions.
Behind the medicines we now have accepted, (oil derivatives), again we find this eternal seeking of 'wealth'. And too often, far too often, behind your love for me lies a fear lurking in inner unseen shadows to stand alone in life, a desire to possess my life to fill the hole of your own inner emptiness and so an eternal need to limit and encage my life. To limit my life, once free, to be 'yours'. We turn another into a possession, and name this love.
These are all motivations, otherwise why are they even there? Why? I write these words for the sake of writing these words, I have asked for nothing from you. I don’t care if you give me a thumbs up or a thumbs down on some data gathering profit driven social media platform, a love heart or a vomit. I do my thing. I have no need of you. Need, is not love. If I play the guitar, I play it for the love of playing that guitar, I do not ask nor need to be appreciated by you. I do not ask for your coin, your applause, or your worship. If I love you, I love you unreservedly. I ask for nothing in return. I ask not that you behave in any way, I ask not that you love me back. I don’t care. If I did, I would bring fear into my life.
And fear, would destroy all love.
Continuity demands continuity. And what is it that is continuing? An overflowing vessel holding the meaning of all life and death? Great wisdom? Undeniable insight? Passion without measure? Peace beyond all understanding? A depth of relationship which nourishes the soul and fuels the heart?
It is not continuity in any form that is going to lead our race to anywhere than its certain destruction. Call me a fool, and I may be, so call me a fool, shout it out with all your might, but you may also be one, so best question first, even a little.
For the responsibility of our lives this day is vast.
It is ending we need to meet.
It is in the ending of war we find peace, not in the slaying of the 'opponent'. Which is ourself. It is in the ending of building bombs we find the negation of future wars. It is in the ending of the continuity of our belief in God that we hold any potential of meeting the sacred quality of life. It is in the ending of what we name love that we cease to place another’s life in chains, and so perhaps move closer to the actual nature of what love actually is. It is in the ending of progress we arrive. And it is in the ending of the continuity of our pasts that we are reborn to meet this day anew. In the ending of our progress, we might even, at last, come to meet for the first time, the majesty of where we are.
It is so, regardless of what you think. Regardless of what I think. Ending, is where the joy in life is found. Death, is the birth of life. A baby born is the death of a foetus. An adult grown into is the death of a child. Old age is the death of youth. The ending of our political systems is the death of the chaos they bring to our lives. The ending of the monetary system is the death of the slavery to an illusion. The ending of our medical system is the death of an imposter. The ending of the billionaire and wealth divide is the ending of immoral immeasurable selfish unfairness. The ending of religious belief is the ending of a life lived forever under an oppressive authority in an area in which any authority is the very denial of that which it professes to hold.
When something, (anything), ends, there is a new beginning. When a door closes, another room has been entered into. When fear ends, (fear disguised as love), love may be found. When my need for you ends, I might find you. When my desire for wealth ends, I might find the truest of all wealth. When my continuity ends, I might even come to find eternal life.
Eternal life is not perpetual continuity of so meaningless an existence. Eternal life, is found in the ending of all continuity. Eternity is not measured in time, it is found in the timeless. The timeless can never be becoming. This is not to say that continuity might not exist. But as it travels, it ends. And this is the nature of love. Always new, never old. Always dying, and so free from all fear. Our love is one of attachment. And attachment belongs to continuity. I can never love you, if I need you. For then fear is present in my heart, and how can a heart living in fear be in possession of love?
Brutal sounding perhaps these words have been. Not every song comes in pleasing melody to the ears. These words are a small action of a man representing all of humanity today, who has as much right to speak as every and any lying politician, as every self-interested business man. As anyone with a voice, and there are so many, so allow these words their space.
I cannot say I do not love you all. You men of power included, so destructive to life. I may cry at your complete lack of understanding of the wrong turn you repeatedly take in your desire for continuity of that which needs end. I may cry at your repeated attempts to build it all back better, never realising it is the seeking of building it all better, which has made it all worse. I may cry at your blindness, stupidity, childishness and immaturity, at your selfish natures of so much outer display and so very little inner substance. But I do not and cannot condemn you. Though you may even come to slay my life as you have slain so many others, now and throughout all of time, in the name of the good, in the name of love, in the name of my concern, I do not and cannot ever condemn you.
As a tree being cut down may leave the sweetest of perfumes on the axe, your betrayal to natures intention for life will not destroy my love for you. You do not hold such power over life. You simply have no eyes to see the effect of your actions on the whole of life, of which I, and all is a part. You are blind and I cannot come to condemn a blind man. Your eyes are tribal and self-interested in nature and your security has been found in demonic self interested continuity of that which needs to end.
The ending of this society is the birth of something else. I doubt it will happen. Though I can never stop shouting. Until my last breath, I will shout. It is an ending we need meet. Building back better is a continuity. And continuities are at best tiring and at worst a living hell. Continuity births decay.
No one wants to end. No one wants to end the little tribal arrangement they find security living in. No one wants to let go of their belief, their God, their nation, their gun or their item of love which possessively covers their fear. And without letting go of all of this, which is what has led us here, how can we ever find anything new? The new is not in continuity, the new is in ending. This is the benediction of life. We will be found only when we are no longer lost, and we will find life, only by passing through death.
And no one seems interested in any of this.
All only seek to continue. And to improve. To improve upon that which needs to end.
Stop changing the locks and hiding the keys. Pull out the locks and leave the door open. Tear down the walls and walk outside. Love does not exist in the locked rooms built to protect the continuity of our lives against all others. Nor in any continuity, love has no need for continuity. This is what makes love eternal.
In the selfish possession of nothing at all, the receiving of all, can only be found.
And this receptivity is love.
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