It’s all bullshit. If and when you start digging into anything and everything significant that seemed to occur in these past months – and perhaps years, decades or centuries – nothing about it is genuine. It’s all someone’s hidden influence, someone’s fiction, or someone’s delusion of shaping the world in their image.
These red pills are tough ones to swallow, especially when you’re in the middle of your own personal struggles and suffering, trying to build or maintain a life, or some aspect of one. We’ve been sold on countless idealistic notions and stories in our multifaceted cultures and societies. As the internet has intervened into nearly every corner of the average modern human’s day, we’ve both consciously and unconsciously spread ideas around the globe. Whether they’re good ideas or not, the ephemeral “market” pushes the consumerist narrative, endlessly adapting to unexpected detours and derailments.
The greater problem is that we inevitably believe in the parameters set by those who came before us, and the dominant conditions of our living environment. It’s an endemic enculturation. Stories get repeated with such frequency that we don’t question “normal” nearly enough. And when that normal is entirely flipped on it’s head, our cognitive resources are stretched to breaking points.
We may simply fall in line with a new story, even if it’s irrational, simply because we’ve been so effectively conditioned (or terrified) into behaving that way. The new story can easily accommodate elements of the old one, which is part of our inherent resilience, but also a critical, logical failing that is frequently abused.
Underneath the layers of epistemic entrainment, we have our raw, free, creator selves. By default, we want nothing but expansion, of spiritual fulfilment, of pursuing our desires and inclinations on this slower, seemingly linear material plane. We are born with a remarkable capacity for adaptability, compatibility, or, simple conformity. And we forget this ultimate source of what we really are, so to gift ourselves an entire immersion into the world of fragmentation, collaboration, manipulation, polarity, and story.
So, if we never allow ourselves to remember the timeless, the naked, the rudimentary and the pure, we will indeed suffer. Identity is remarkably stubborn and resilient.
In times of high drama, of intense trauma, of epochal change and unsettling choices, we must remember. Not to escape, nor excuse, nor to enervate or capitulate, but to empower, invigorate, inspire, and ignite.
The world may split in two, but it doesn’t have to. A “new world order” is ridiculous childsplay in the grand scheme of things, as is the idea of violent revolution. To be reduced to these bumbling idiocies, and to adhere to and arrogantly perpetuate utterly failed systems, is beneath us.
Next-level humanity and humility is calling, and it will never require any kind of chip anywhere inside of us.