The temultuous turmoil of these shattered existances; wallowing in the personal suffering, being more selfish than we may even think. These feelings of regret, of habit, denial or loss are our own hell; these are more destructive than we can ever see, to ourselves, and to the world around us. Only when we step outside our personal bubble of suffering can we see the pain of the whole of life; we see the struggle of our world, and it is that which will give us the strength to put aside these feelings of personal remorse, and fight for something greater, something better for all walks of life. It is in having purpose, in need, that we may find the power to overcome these adversities. To indulge in these feelings of worthlessness until it drags us down with them is to give in to adversity, and to lie down to this corrupt system and die; if we do this, we miss the purpose of such turmoil, such struggle: to overcome it and let it make us stronger, as a coal turned to diamond; only under pressure will it become the rock of divinity. To carry through them is to find strength. It can only be through these times of tribulation that our true spirit is awakened, and true purpose can only ever be seen in the face of suffering.
Our selfishness stems from our responsibility to ourselves, our obligation to this existance, and our need to feel we are of worth. We cannot deny our passions, nor can we wallow in them if they go unheeded. So what is to be done, how can we find a balance? It is not to give up these burdens of our suffering, because to do that would be to give up the only thing that can make us greater, more than ourselves; it is not find out why and where we carry them. All around us now, we see this strife, this willingness to surrender our Will, seeping into all corners of our government, economy, and society. What we once thought of as liberty has really only been a warm blanket made to drape over our eyes; an illsuion pulled over our faces to blind us from our own nature, so that the true evil of the world, the tyrants, the democrats, the economists, can continue about there work. No man absorbed in self-gain will give up the few comforts he has created to line his dark cell in his own personal confinement. These poeple have taken their abscence of love, and tried to forget it through the denial of others fullfillment, through domination, in a desperate attempt to feel whole. They blind us with concepts that they tell us are "right' and that we are wrong, that we are unable to pass our own judgement, or to hold our own opinion, for where is the profit in that? We seem to forget, though, that every one of these people is human, the same as us, and each is just as fallible, and just as unsure as we are about what we are. There is no final say, no final rule or law, save those which stem from within the individual, birthed from the womb of experience herself, the womb of the Infinite Imagination.
It is to these passion that we owe our allegiance. To that which grows within, which we nurture as a mother does a child, the everbecoming one in each of us-the self. No longer can we hope to be led blindly by fundamentalist dogmas; no longer can we hope someone else will show us the way to go, or tell us what is right. If we wish to acheive any sense of freedom, of real liberty, we must joyfully accept this obligation to the All, the obligation to be what we truly are, and to discover what it means to be human, even if that means questioning everything we have ever been told.
It would appear that the masses, the sedated ones, are kept in line through fear, through prejudice, through ignorance. Yet this ignorance is not the kind we may know. This is the ignorance of thinking one is right, and that there is an "authority" that will tell us what is. They are slaves in the truest sense of the word, for they do not have a mind except that which is spoon fed to them, and this seems to be the way they like it. But it is these that hold us back; they that feed off the scraps of these intellectuals, these politicians, scientist, preachers and poachers, preist and lawyers; business suit mafias where the only goal is one thing- money.
This is the new god that has arisen, the new dictator of today. Money. It is no material thing. It is a god, omnipotent in todays civilization, able to give one power, and woman, and any object of desire, so long as you worship is as the end all of life. Yet is not the end all of life death? Do we not loose all these things we hold dear? The capitolist, the consumer whore, the average man will say yes, so why should we not enjoy it? Why should we not make it our focus if we are but to die? That answer is that money is not love, nor does it bring it. money brings slavery, slavery to those who offer us the money, those who have it, those who control it. It is the most addictive drug, the only way left of survival. We live on time that we must buy from our governement, we live on land that is rented by money; we work so that we can have tehse things we we are told are not our rights.
Yet is it not every humans right to live as he will, how he will, and where he will? Can he not talk as he will, create as he will, write and inspire as hje will? have we come this far to give up our write to search for truth on our own/ Or are they to afraid of what we will find? What does lie beyond, in this search for truth? A world without them. A world without the slavery, the programming, the insessant ticking of that machine. The machine that has been built instead of a true life. A machine created for one purpose, making more money.
They want us to think we have a choice, yet the alternative, they tell us, is poverty; yet is not poverty another self-created invention? Another illusion to blind us, a farce, a dogma, a creed, used to control us, to keep us under a chain? They seem to think we will not rise up, we will not draw the sword to defend the unalterable right to live, to be, and to follow only ourselves
If we look around us today, we see they have won. Democracy a farce as cruel as communism, hiding under the masks of dogma, or creed, as though change were a bad thing. yet do not all this stagnate without change? Do not all things evolve? To not evolve is to die. we must adapt, and the truth is, today, more than ever, we need to know, beyond doubt, who we are and where we are going in this ocean of chaos. We must face the truth taht everything we have been told is a lie, accepted only because it has worked before.
But if we are top live, if we are to not kill ourselves with these instruments of war, and with our own human nature itself, we must be willing to expand the idea of our own inherant possibilities. Does man think to build a wall around the sun to save the light? Is the sun not boundless, and light not eternal? If we are to shed this skin, and remove these shackles we have voluntarily allowed to be placed around our necks, we must stop trying to define our capabilities. Stop trying to limit or restrict any asopect of human nature. We see the devote Catholic preaching repentance to the lord, that we are all sinners, and doomed to perish, and burn; they scare us into thinking there is something wrong about human nature, and they firmly beleive they are right. Yet we cannot hold our rights as human beings, the right to hold opinion, if we are to deny that to another human. That would be revoking our own rights, and that we cannot do.
A man may choose to be a slave if he will, yet, he may choose to be free. He may choose to seek the truth in whatever way his spirit moves him. It is this we have had taken from us, like we are children that will hurt themselves; yet the cvhild only learns from experience, and we are not children in this age. We are individuals, as complete as jeferson, lincoln, or kennedy; we have the same possiblities as Einstein and Huxley; we have the capability top be a visionary as William Blake, Leonardo DaVinci or Van Gogh; and we have the capacity to change the world, as much as Alexander the Great, Jesus, Moses or any other great leader. the thing that has defined these men is principle, and the search for personal truth. They strayed from every dogma odf their time, they pressed forward in the face of adversity, carrying there message, their own truth, as a banner in the sky. This is every indivisuals right, to arm oneself with the sword of freedom; but this sword cannot be drawn by the impure of heart, by the uncourageous or unwilling. It is for thsoe who would be willing to descend to the pits of hell itself, to fend of the demons of their personal night, and to see the truth lieing behind it, and to return back to earth again. It is for those who are not willing to compromise their own principle for the sake of anothers, and those who see Liberty in the alllowance of all ideas, of all creeds, and who know in their own heart that they are true to themselve.
To those is this a calling to. To those who are tired of lieing down to another beck and whim, and giving up a fight that has been made to seem hopeless; to lay down their own rights so that they will not have to face that fear, and not have to use courage, because they are safe in their slavery.
Let the slaves serve; to all us, however,who are willing to bear the sword into the thick of life, to ever exceed to be more than what we are, and to fight for the inherant splendour of the human spirit, to them shall rest the responsiblity of king. To them, it shall be given to change the world, and none shall stop us, whether they be tyrant or president, no man may take away our right to be human, no matter what guise they may hide it under.