And Here We Sit

With all the terrible stuff that is going on in the world, one could be excused to think that Life makes no sense - is senseless.  Except in a 'survival' sense.  Red in tooth and claw.  Survival of the fittest.  Life is hard and then you die, and that’s it.  Finis.  But I see something else going on, that involves a larger Picture.  And a Process at work.

Simply put: People - individually and collectively - need a challenge, to ‘rise to the occasion’.  To unlock their potential.  The challenge can come simply from their environment: how to unlock Nature to serve their needs, give them sustenance.  First would come eating animals; raw, and then with the help of Fire.   And then would come a more sophisticated stage of awareness: the sowing and growing of crops.1  And then, as time passed, would come - from the challenge - the more sophisticated growing and harvesting of crops via machinery; and so forth, up the ladder of ’civilization’ to today.

And another challenge can be: an oppressor.  Individuals ultimately banding together into nation-states for protection.  Initially into tribes, and ultimately into nations, to defend themselves.  Or to conquer others.2  

Hence: wars.  Endemic to and in the very creation of civilizations.  And thus, the seemingly mindless lust for creating more and better war machines than ‘the other’.  To keep from being reduced to slavery.  An aspect - almost instinct - of our very beginnings, dimly lit by now by the passage of time; but still in our psyche.  

Man can live indefinitely, in a timeless Eden, on a desert island, in a grass hut, and go out every day and shinny up a coconut tree for his daily bread .  For another ‘nut’ to crack for the day.  And on and on, and on.  Day after day after day.  The very same thing.  Year in and year out.  Until the day comes that he is given an even bigger nut to crack…

All by way of saying that we grow - we grow - from the challenges presented to us.  And that includes from war.  From oppressors.  From the challenge of the ’other’.  The ‘enemy’.  One group looking to subdue another, and put those individuals to work for them.  As slaves.  Until one day, the slaves ‘get organized,’ and throw off their oppressors.  And The Process starts all over again.  Until one fine day, many - and ultimately, a critical mass - begin to ‘get it’:

that there is, in reality (as opposed to being in The Play), no Other.  

That they are all the same.

The subjects of a Story.

And they wake further up.  And look around.  And start looking more within.  And realize, in the one step beyond 'getting' that there is in fact no Other,

that All is One.

Our Creator Source experiencing Itself; and growing from the experience.

And at that point, of awareness,

The Play is over.  For the individual.  And then for the collective.

And the real work begins.              

So, throw off those who are attempting to enslave you now.  

But in a way that does not just feed into

the same old, same old.3  For

a New Day is being born.

At long last.

And here we sit.

Just waiting.

To wake up to that fact.

That ‘it’ - the Wakeup - is up to us to do.

No one else.  For us.

Claim your potential.

Now.  And know.  Really know.

That it is more - far more - 

than just what your (artificially constructed and intentionally limited) DNA is 'telling' you.

As you turn - in effect - from base metal to burnished gold.

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footnotes:

1 According to Zechariah Sitchin, and his years of intensive study and reading of the Sumerian records, that knowledge came to primitive Man from ‘Those Who From Heaven to Earth Came’: the Anunnaki.  Aka the Nefilim.  Who were astronauts from a planet they called Nibiru (and that we in our time have taken to call Planet X), which is on a 3600-year elliptical and cockeyed orbit around our Sun (and thus the counting system of the Sumerians being based on that figure), coming through this neighborhood that often, and on such a visit hundreds and thousands of years ago came down in their spaceships and ultimately created Man/Homo sapiens sapiens here by splicing their DNA (modified a bit, of course, to keep from giving away too much of their power) into that of the native hominid (where that came from is another story.  Another part of The Story); the point being to create a Worker Class for them, particularly for the dirty and hard work of mining gold from our earthen deeps (in particular in the 'Southern Abzu', the south of what we know as Africa; for which story there is some physical indication), which they needed apparently for repair of their atmosphere.  

   Hey - it’s as good a description of how early Man learned to grow wheat as any.
   And matches, to some degree, the story over in Central America of their civilization-giver, Quetzalcoatl.  Otherwise known as the Flying Serpent.  Who disappeared one day on a 'raft of fiery snakes'.  Which is as good a description of a spacecraft with its takeoff afterburner kicking in as one could well imagine.

2 Cue Sitchin’s take on the Sumerian clay tablets again; the story of the Sumerian’s progenitors being that the Anunnaki were a warring lot between themselves, and would gather some of the Humans, which they had created primarily to help them mine gold, into tribes following one or the other of them.  Thus spawning the historical concept of tribal gods.

   In this take on ‘Life’, then, Human nature is bound up in a low degree of consciousness: that of the native hominid, who had constantly to defend himself against ‘others’, spliced with the DNA of a race of human-like beings who were ‘advanced’ over us merely on the level of technological development.  An aspect of Matter.  Not of anything beyond the material realm.  

   Not a very promising beginning, for poor Human. But not to worry - the story is not over yet.

3 And yes, including even major players thereof: the 'desert Dracos' who think of themselves as 'born to rule' by virtue of being 'the Chosen People'.  Whether by bloodline or simple conversion.  The latter aka the 'Khazarian Mafia', or 'Rothschild Zionists'.  Operating under the motto of the Mossad: 'By Way of Deception We Shall Wage War'.
   Including them; because they have played a vital part, and role, in the larger scheme of things, beyond just the smaller piece among incarnates having become addicted to Matter/the material realm.
   But to continue, for this particular time and place.