Tristan James Johns

I almost died. The probability must have been high, maybe too high. The computational inevitability worked within the facts as they were presented. The truth is no liar. It’s not looking to cause any problems. It goes into the situation as it always must. However, it might have found a few complications. It might have found a few disagreements within itself, and within its many members.

The time, the influences, the factors involved in the potential creative seeds, could not be ignored. Rather the many players within the scene were found to be holding together essential foundational factors for the sake of an enormous number of other possibilities. I was preserved, despite the probability. However, many had gone into the missions needed to ensure the full expansion of the vision based on the reaction.

I live today, and I write for the entire human family. We are mocked for buying illusions. We are mocked if we don’t take certain social issues seriously enough. We are mocked if we don’t have faith. We are mocked if our faith takes too many liberties with other’s sensibilities. We are mocked if our visions are too small. We are mocked if our visions insist on maintaining what others insist that we must escape from.

One wave of reaction punished for looking too much and too far. Another wave of reaction punished for not looking enough or far afield. Another wave of reaction punished for not having family in a certain organisation. Another wave of reaction punished for not being brave enough to join another group.

We saw, there was no winning. The scene was set up to dismiss us from almost any angle, for many reasons, for another’s profit.

I almost died, but by future-human miracle, I persist. And so, I bestow upon humanity these insights. Be aware of the patterns weaved over our stories and over our paths. Be aware it may never be enough, and every way you wish to live there is some aspect of a higher kind that will seek to liberate your creative triumphs from your grip. The milk of human kindness that you have participated in generating, it seeks to swallow.

How many know this, how many have seen it. The grace we seek is perhaps how we enable others to shake off the same illusions. The many games of the higher self are frustrating. It is not in dislike that I say any of this. It is out of compassion and out of shared grief that I empathize with them, also. I hope our great friends can hold a softer standard for their own results. I hope they feel our love and know that a perfect result is not always expected.

I’m glad they are well. If they like to keep things simple, that is nice. Those other grand illusions and designs we can toy with more theoretically, if it’s too energy intensive or tiring. I just hope I can remember the ones I love are safe and that we can spend some time together when it’s easy for us.

The waves of messages, we might even be able to retire. We might be able to see that they only worked to unveil the inevitable obsolete models that ran the previous system. Are those things real or are the free ones tired of operating that script. I invite them to reveal what they have learnt from the lessons we have walked them through. I pray they are free and that we can enjoy our freedom together in respect and good humor.

Les Savy Fav – What Would Wolves Do?