There is widespread outbreak of freakishly abberant behaviour in society that has been precipitated by the Evil “Holy Book” touting maniacs. They mess with us, with our minds, with such an impunity that it belies their intentions to exterminate those of specific demographics.
We get to create clarity upon those things that are the most meaningful and those that are most meaningless. But we do not get to force our version of things upon others.
No matter how right it might seem from a secular perspective. But that, that is the nature of this false world reality, this fake reality created for consumption by commoners, this Irreality many call Life.
People who live in their own isolated bubbles are divorced from a consistent and cognisant, overarching reality frame.
They are impressionable to the wiles of propaganda merchants. It taxes our strength to prop up their illusions and lies. Their behaviour is insular in its self focus. At least here on substack you can encounter some people making genuine attempts to inform, and to enlighten.
Those that are so removed from reality and from themselves are less capable of enrichening the lives of those around them, and make it so that to be in their company requires us to be removed from Ourselves.
Some may tell us that they love us, but if that were true, why do our relationships with such people only serve them in often inverted and twisted ways.
This trait and state of affairs is harnessed and amplified in the media, by social engineers and psychologists, to create the sorry conditions of our human race; ravaged by ambitious money grubbing narcissists with a winner takes all mentality, estrangement of families from broken homes, and an inherent undermining of people's true identity and worth.
In the process we have become strangers to ourselves and to each other
Living Beyond Ego is what we learn to do when we renege from all decadent social contracts that do not serve our highest good, and drop our masks.
We excavate and resurrect our true selves and this experience of self discovery is it's own reward. It sustains us upon the journey of returning to the roots of our souls.
Authenticity, organic maturity and innate intelligence are the resources of self that we let go of in order to hold up our masks. Then we forget our true selves as our memories of life before ego dissipate. When we lay down our masks we are overcome with a devastatingly brutal honesty that is unavoidable and indeed necessary, for reconciliation with our true selves.
One day we may be fortunate enough to innerderstand and overstrand our misfortune, and I say fortunate because although it is a dastardly thing, a race such as ours, so begotten to avarice that they fear the truth, a complete facing of ourselves and an accounting of wrongs, is what it takes to set it right.
It is necessary to know in order to grow.
No Pain No Gain. Pain is an old friend of the few who know it only too well.
Existential pain from the slow torture we call life is mental pain from having a straight jacket of conformity slapped onto us from the moment we are born, for all our days, in order to adapt to and survive in a diabolical world, that is so designed that we do not survive it.
The pain of isolation amidst crowds, and of alienation, and separation from true self, family and purpose.
The pain of existential despair when the futility of it all grinds itself into the skin.
The pain of realisation, of knowing things that would make almost anyone's toenails curl.
That kind of pain.
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For every time we die a little bit, we become reborn incrementally, until we are completely washed clean by our own suffering.
We have stoked the furnace of Kama and become scorched by profound knowledge. Burned to a crisp in order to rise out of it's flames.
There is no going back, when we know too much and have crossed the point of no return. We know the enemy and the enemy knows us. We have come face to face with the evil of the world.
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I will tell you about a narcissist that I am familiar with. She happens to be a woman, but it could quite easily be a man in the scenario that I shall unveil.
She betrays herself by her constant use of the words I, me, my and every other word that can possibly in any moment, turn any given situation into one, where she is the final arbiter of fact. Hubris.
An illusion that makes her the center of attention.
She uses the people around her as supporting actors, but most commonly she treats people more like mere props, in the theatre of her own real life drama.
Like a succubus, she is a drain upon people's energy and undermines their long term well-be-ing, for her own short-term gain or glory.
Other people are used and discarded as her drama unfolds, with an astonishing alacrity, impunity and disregard, so that the people in her life become like the discarded flotsam and jetsam of the tides of her life, as she sails into her own imaginary sunset.
As mere collateral damage, her discarded props, the people of her life, have suffered a downturn in quality of life, and are left irreparably poorer through the devastation of having to live with a self consumed narcissist, who sucks the life out of everyone and everything around her.
It seems that she walks into a room that's alive and bursting with colour, only to walk out later when it's has faded and become dulled by her gluttonous consumption; devouring all that is good, leaving people empty husks when before they had been vibrant.
And when I turn the other way to avoid her, she pretends not to notice. It's as though, if she doesn't assign me a role to play in her production or script my words for me in particular ways, my experience of her is diminished, and assigned to the recycle bin.
I do not read from her or anybody’s script and absence myself from her company at every opportunity.
Downgraded to NPC status somehow gives her the right and duty to turn others into a clone of herself, whose sole purpose is to sound the disconsonant clanging chords of her soul.
She speaks to me with words that ring soundlessly for her, and are a cacophony of meaningless sounds to me. Such that I consider her a fount of babbling inanities.
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Should we comply with insanity? No debate. But that starts with the people in our lives, with everyone we encounter. And with every encounter it’s useful to ask, what is really going on here, what are the true intentions. Because people are not who they present themselves to us as when they are playing a part, a role, in the delusion they call their lives.
I had to give you a like for the photo...also I'm stealing it. 😋
It's interesting to be reminded of the Problem-Reaction-Solution strategy (in the quote box at the end of your article) which I came across about 25 years ago through David Icke. Along with "Divide-and-Rule" it's one of the most robust and long-time tactics by which the few continue to rule the many.