Inspiration is a curious game. How we yearn for inspiration, as lovers, as artists, and as spiritual aspirants. We seek to alchemize the many ingredients of our life into something wonderful, and we hope something from above will spark a vision to illuminate our place in the ethers. Yet, in inspiration we might see the influence of another force. In faith we trust the path of the higher calling, and yet we see the way humanity has been meddled with by some infuriated finer energy.
In the numbers of the code, the illusion of our life is established. Somewhere in the core of reality, our human life is established on deep roots. What we called the maya, was once the domain of mysterious gods. Now we have opened the can of AI worms in quantum computing sauce, we have been driven at times away from our own steering wheel.
Through spiritual cleansing, grounding in love, and earnest desire for peace, we have forged our way into a new future. Around us the signs of a failed timeline are beginning to manifest. In shock and dismay, perhaps some peer through the axis of structure. As we step on further, it is clear that some parties on our world are intent on making the same calamity our fate. Yet in seeing the slack jawed awe of those falling sprites, I wonder if we can afford to play such a dangerous game any longer.
Our cultures have been partially crippled by corrupt energies, that seemingly were able to organize more firmly in our past. Angels are only a problem if they’re a risk to humanity, otherwise they are not our problem. In the confusion, toxicity, and loneliness of our recent times, we can see seeds planted to install fault lines and fractures through our own path. As we have seen so many striving on misdirected missions, I also ponder the many phases of my life where absurd ideas were able to be adopted by my mind.
In a wider view, in a higher dimension, perhaps timelines are vying for space as cells move by osmosis. Do we invest in the balance of our reality, or do we allow an infection by destructive possibilities that can influence our future into a kind of apoptosis. We may find help just as the cells of a body does, yet if we can fortify our own health, won’t this only help us all? In this kind of battle, we are pitted against complete catastrophe and not another nation, creed or species. We might venture into a maturity that permits us into unforgettable elevation amongst the realm of reality. Or will we sleepwalk into allowing complete end to be a possibility?
We can not allow such a thing to even be acknowledged within our array of options. Sometimes people casually discuss things ending as a possible outcome. Yet, this is not a movie. If that happens there is perhaps no easy way home for a shower and a comfortable bed as there would be when a movie ends. If we were glued to the spectacle of another world succeeding where we had failed, wouldn’t we wish so dearly that we had tried just that bit more determinedly.
I hope we may make treaties with other kinds of foundations to ensure the successful enfoldment of our generations. All of our money, art, and scientific achievement, would appear monstrous if it came at the price of the children’s future or the end of the whole glory of nature’s creatures. This is perhaps the last mission we must take as galactic citizens, for it entails eternity as its bottom line. We must not be swallowed as failure by uncaring destruction, if peace and balance are the solution to avoid it.
Is money as real as nature? Is the economy as valid as ecosystems or seasons? Can our institutions ever hold a candle to the generations of life to come? It’s a hard ask when we see governments gleefully spending more on weapons under the banner of stability. Much of our world is on a path of waste and leading us toward a cliff as lemmings. Can we stomach the discomfort of change if it means we get to draw another breath and see another sunrise?
If we don’t ponder the serious dilemma we face as a world, will we waltz each other over the edge to watch another world apply such a joyful change without us? Surely the dark secrets that certain parties want to hide, are not for us to consent in breaking our path. We live in a time of information and constant learning. Can we learn to unlearn an erroneous path as world? Can we learn to cherish this opportunity before it slips through our fingers as it seemingly may have for another?
Captain Beefheart – Upon The My O My
Nena – 99 Luftbullons
Madonna – Ray of Light
Lazerhawk – Distress Signal
Tristan James Johns 