Flood of Ideas
I have all of these ideas. They fly through my brain at a breakneck pace, circling around my perceptions of the world, trying to find a place to light. Ideas about love, equality, gender, sex, relationships, peace, an end to war, politics, conquering fear, releasing all of our inherent power to effect the world for the better.
Sometimes they are like butterflies, lighting here and there, flitting from perception to perception, and gone as quickly as they came. Sometimes they race through like a falcon, and I can only barely catch the tail feathers before they are gone. Occasionally, they land in my brain like a Roc, so big that I cannot ignore them, and they will not leave until I have addressed them. And many times, they are like a peacock, beautiful to see, and meant to be shared.
My thoughts, however, are never settled, never shallow, and usually want to be shared, sometimes shouted from the rooftops if they are incredibly important. I know I am meant to share these thoughts, as they are not just mine, but divinely inspired. I know that these inspirations are the seeds of some great change, and that to not express them, to be silent, is no longer an option.
I can only judge things based on my own perceptions, feelings, intuitions, and experiences. Some of those experiences have been poisonous in the extreme, so damaging to my psyche that I have been forced to deal with their effects of them time and again. And still, despite it all, I have maintained my innate innocence, my inherent trust that all things happen for a reason, that it is all part of some grander design that, while I am only a small part of it, I am an important part of it, a necessary part of it.
For too long, I have held back my thoughts from being expressed, for fear of conflict, controversy, or being looked at as an agitator. I have swallowed a great deal of the thoughts that needed to be shared, because they are so radically different from mainstream, even from those I call friends. Indeed, many of the times I have shared those radical thoughts here, I have been confronted, told that I am wrong, or that the ideas I espouse are frightening to contemplate.
So let me express a new idea, and disregard any controversy it may cause. We are in the middle of World War Three. We have been for a long time. It is not a war that is fought with armies, or weapons of mass destruction. It is a war of hearts, minds, ideas, and words. A war being fought for nothing less important than those hearts and minds, indeed, for our very souls. We are involved in this war whether we want to be or not, every time we watch a television show, see an advertisement, listen to a politician speak. Mainstream media, those who are supposed to represent us in the halls of power, and those who, like me, wish to see a better world, are trying to gain your belief, your faith.
Some of these forces have only their own best interests in mind, wishing only to enslave your mind, to bind it into believing as they wish you to. When you see an add that reinforces gender stereotypes, or a show that tries to tell you how you "should" live, or listen to a politician attempt to use fear to influence your vote, you can see this insidious influence. It is constant, it is nearly monolithic, and very, very hard to recognize. It is an attempt to hijack your subconscious mind, and pit it against your super ego, in an effort to keep you in line.
Some of these forces simply want your money. They encourage you to spend it on things you neither want nor need, but have been convinced you do by ads, or peers, or simply by how cool the new toy looks. Once you hand your money over, it is rarely, if ever, everything it was advertised to be. It is these same forces that encourage you to go into debt, to spend money you do not have on things you do not need. It is these forces that try to tell you that your FICO score is the most vital thing you need to improve your life.
Both of these forces are lying to you, in an attempt to hijack your thoughts, to convince you that your own innate power does not exist.
Despite the apparent strength of the forces that gather against us, against those who wish fervently for peace, for harmony, for understanding, and for freedom, I am not afraid, for one simply reason.
No tyranny can stand forever. No amount of control through fear can take away a person's free choice. Most of all, all forms of control, of power over any other sentient being, are nothing more than illusions, nor more real than mirages in the desert.
Remember, even the mountains must one day fall. The Sun itself will one day cease to shine. Nothing is permanent, especially us. Power over, enforced through fear, cannot stand.
These forces may "win" for a time. They may even begin to convince us that they cannot be fought. I cannot believe this, for the pendulum is always swinging.
For we are power, we are strength, and we are change. "We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." Our innate power is unmeasurable, and uncontainable. The forces that would keep the status quo cannot stand forever against dreams and ideas.
Revolution is inevitable. In this war, we cannot help but win. It is only a matter of time.
"Beneath this mask is more than flesh. Beneath this mask is an idea...and ideas are bulletproof." -- V for Vendetta.
So long as there are ideas, free flowing, rushing, flitting, and making themselves known the the minds of man, no power, no matter how great, can remain in power.
"Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness." -- The Matrix, Reloaded
The way to fight this power is simple. Keep writing. Keep talking. Keep you ideas flowing. Keep loving. Keep hoping. Keep having faith. Against power such as this, no control can bind you.
"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." -- 1 Corinthians 13:12-13
Sometimes they are like butterflies, lighting here and there, flitting from perception to perception, and gone as quickly as they came. Sometimes they race through like a falcon, and I can only barely catch the tail feathers before they are gone. Occasionally, they land in my brain like a Roc, so big that I cannot ignore them, and they will not leave until I have addressed them. And many times, they are like a peacock, beautiful to see, and meant to be shared.
My thoughts, however, are never settled, never shallow, and usually want to be shared, sometimes shouted from the rooftops if they are incredibly important. I know I am meant to share these thoughts, as they are not just mine, but divinely inspired. I know that these inspirations are the seeds of some great change, and that to not express them, to be silent, is no longer an option.
I can only judge things based on my own perceptions, feelings, intuitions, and experiences. Some of those experiences have been poisonous in the extreme, so damaging to my psyche that I have been forced to deal with their effects of them time and again. And still, despite it all, I have maintained my innate innocence, my inherent trust that all things happen for a reason, that it is all part of some grander design that, while I am only a small part of it, I am an important part of it, a necessary part of it.
For too long, I have held back my thoughts from being expressed, for fear of conflict, controversy, or being looked at as an agitator. I have swallowed a great deal of the thoughts that needed to be shared, because they are so radically different from mainstream, even from those I call friends. Indeed, many of the times I have shared those radical thoughts here, I have been confronted, told that I am wrong, or that the ideas I espouse are frightening to contemplate.
So let me express a new idea, and disregard any controversy it may cause. We are in the middle of World War Three. We have been for a long time. It is not a war that is fought with armies, or weapons of mass destruction. It is a war of hearts, minds, ideas, and words. A war being fought for nothing less important than those hearts and minds, indeed, for our very souls. We are involved in this war whether we want to be or not, every time we watch a television show, see an advertisement, listen to a politician speak. Mainstream media, those who are supposed to represent us in the halls of power, and those who, like me, wish to see a better world, are trying to gain your belief, your faith.
Some of these forces have only their own best interests in mind, wishing only to enslave your mind, to bind it into believing as they wish you to. When you see an add that reinforces gender stereotypes, or a show that tries to tell you how you "should" live, or listen to a politician attempt to use fear to influence your vote, you can see this insidious influence. It is constant, it is nearly monolithic, and very, very hard to recognize. It is an attempt to hijack your subconscious mind, and pit it against your super ego, in an effort to keep you in line.
Some of these forces simply want your money. They encourage you to spend it on things you neither want nor need, but have been convinced you do by ads, or peers, or simply by how cool the new toy looks. Once you hand your money over, it is rarely, if ever, everything it was advertised to be. It is these same forces that encourage you to go into debt, to spend money you do not have on things you do not need. It is these forces that try to tell you that your FICO score is the most vital thing you need to improve your life.
Both of these forces are lying to you, in an attempt to hijack your thoughts, to convince you that your own innate power does not exist.
Despite the apparent strength of the forces that gather against us, against those who wish fervently for peace, for harmony, for understanding, and for freedom, I am not afraid, for one simply reason.
No tyranny can stand forever. No amount of control through fear can take away a person's free choice. Most of all, all forms of control, of power over any other sentient being, are nothing more than illusions, nor more real than mirages in the desert.
Remember, even the mountains must one day fall. The Sun itself will one day cease to shine. Nothing is permanent, especially us. Power over, enforced through fear, cannot stand.
These forces may "win" for a time. They may even begin to convince us that they cannot be fought. I cannot believe this, for the pendulum is always swinging.
For we are power, we are strength, and we are change. "We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." Our innate power is unmeasurable, and uncontainable. The forces that would keep the status quo cannot stand forever against dreams and ideas.
Revolution is inevitable. In this war, we cannot help but win. It is only a matter of time.
"Beneath this mask is more than flesh. Beneath this mask is an idea...and ideas are bulletproof." -- V for Vendetta.
So long as there are ideas, free flowing, rushing, flitting, and making themselves known the the minds of man, no power, no matter how great, can remain in power.
"Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness." -- The Matrix, Reloaded
The way to fight this power is simple. Keep writing. Keep talking. Keep you ideas flowing. Keep loving. Keep hoping. Keep having faith. Against power such as this, no control can bind you.
"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." -- 1 Corinthians 13:12-13