Remember when world affairs were characterized by a lack of stress? Ahhhh… Nope… With the possible exception of the dopamine charged Roaring 20’s it’s hard to identify when there was an era of no prevailing social anxiety; I can’t even remember really learning about one. In the terms of human civilization, peace really means temporary cease fire. The news of the world is long dominated by stories of threats, hardship, abuse, destruction, and strife. Times characterized by justice, peace, and harmony among people is more like a fantasy than a researchable period. Justice is more like enforced favoritism, peace is a concept, and harmony is no more than a formulaic pop jingle. The timeline of civilization is one long line of conflict with interludes of calm that happen in the echo of intense social stress, upheaval, and war. The war reprieves are like exhaustion breaks. We catch our breath, and re-convene the fight. I never really stopped to think about it. The story of human culture could be the story of an ongoing MMA grudge match. There’s no end to the fight; only breaks between rounds. From Africa to Asia, Europa, the Americas, and beyond we’ve been engaged in, and informed about, a protracted persistent struggle. The mental and emotional toll of this ongoing cultural phenomena is profound. Fighting, battling, and raging are “permanent” features of the “civilized” world, and we inhabitants get used to it like it’s normal. When I first searched the term -world peace- I noticed that the first description of the search is that world peace is a concept. No wonder it feels abstract. It’s time to turn the corner on this curious influence that our culture is going to be defined by how much damage can get done, and all the inventive ways to do it.
Behavior is charted on a sort of normalcy graph. Like stealing from your neighbors is not as bad as burning their house down, but not as good as watching out for them when they are not home. All the conditioning that has happened normalizing behaviors that really would be better off in a different place other than the, “That’s just the way it is.” place has done its worst. As a group we’re not just stuck in an “enemy at the gate” rut, we’ve been stuck. We’ve been stuck in this rut by factions that feed off the state of our being which develops with the underlying structural belief that we are being haunted by a persistent perpetual threat. Then into the rut, which is more like a trench at this point, is interjected the end justifies the means philosophical attitude about our security. The intense emphasis of this metaphysically imbalanced idea has, is, and will bring about catastrophic tragedy. Until this imposed notion that we need to be afraid is challenged, the events and collateral damage of demise will continue to manifest in an ever accelerating rate. Identifying, and being aware of, the spirit driving human nature is more important than falling back on a cliche. And to be sure there are innumerable acts of fairness, compassion, and helpfulness that happen all the time. Yet as Shakespeare pointed out in Julius Caesar, “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.” So it seems that by instruction, education, and persuasion that man can be trusted to not be trusted in any other way than me first selfishness. What’s driving this enduring prejudiced worldview!? Who are the benefactors of this skewed notion!? More importantly, what aspect of spirit animates those that pro generate and push the threat narrative?
There’s no reason to go through the entire description of the vampiric parasite here. Bram Stoker provides an insightful description of the vampire operating in our midst. Stoker’s brilliantly romantic, albeit tragically disturbing, story of Count Dracula describes a very curious habitation. Until the nature of the inhabitant is honestly faced, it remains present and lustily feeds on its prey. Honestly faced! The happenings of Dracula are not coincidental twists of an otherwise balanced natural operation. No, it is the intentional operation of a concentrated spiritual force. Once the vampire was forced into light, and held to account, it ran. It’s no coincidence that Dracula is the name chosen for this menacing count. Drilling into our galactic history is the way to begin to understand the Draco, their presence in our terrestrial realm, and what that means. The influence we’re under is real. The state of the mind and being are at stake. Challenging the forces and sources of information fed, and increasingly force fed, through traditional modern world sources is not a necessity or obligation It is an option. There is a resonant frequency alerting me, and others, to a truth that is unfriendly to face. We’re occupied and we are not in control of the occupant. That is a difficult pill to swallow. Once it is swallowed it begins to become clear that perpetual conflict is not inevitable. The notion is is rooted in selfishness. Selfishness is never fun to honestly face. It is recognizable in others and can be projected too. It needs to be faced within. Honestly, this I find challenging. The layers and waves of influence and conditioning have really buried me deep in the earth in which the parasite resides. Cracking the code of the incredibility of formal social insistences imposed by societal authorities has brought to light the senses of achievable autonomy. The parasite has made it into my mind! The archon, the mind parasite working in conjunction with the self serving, blood lusting vampiric parasite being animated by a much imbalanced spirit, has had its way. It has successfully persuaded legions of people that the only way to make it is to fight, and “that’s just the way it is.” I have found the liberty to say, “That is wrong.” Now, having found enough courage to admit I’m under an influence, challenge a selfish aspect of nature, and (with some help from others) shined a light on the parasite within, the parasite is in retreat. It is on the run. Looking about, it is plain to see that this is not an island. People of all kinds, all about, are acting compassionately and selflessly. In communion we come to find out we’ve faced our demons too, and the draconian vampiric parasite, with all the fear based control mechanisms it needs to exploit us, is one the run too.