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Few artists tapped into the realm of fantasy, mysticism, and myth as well as the recently deceased Robert Hunter. Hunter had a most clever and effective way of telling about the seriousness of life’s inevitabilities and difficulties in an objectively realistic way without falling into fatality, and balancing dire circumstances the sense of purpose and hope. The timeless themes of challenge and endurance have contemporary relevance today as we deal with the flak associated with making sense of the modern world. Worldwide hardship, struggle, and dysfunction in is going viral in spite of generations of societal leaders promoting scientific breakthroughs and applications seemingly meant to enhance and improve the quality of life. The result??? This quote from the Hunter/Hart classic Fire On The Mountain, “If mercy’s in business I wish it for you / More than just ashes when you dreams come true.” says it. Look around! There is a shit ton of hardship side effect to these, so called, promises all over the place. From disease to distraction, from addiction to ambivalence, from dogmatic draconian cruelty to perpetual hyper violent war; there’s a nonstop assault on collective wellness, unity, liberty, sovereignty, and fate. We’d be lucky if it were only ashes we were getting at this point. The unfolding collective nightmare is picking up speed. There is multi-form illness all over the place, and the serious suffering associated with it. There’s a lot of room for change for the better now. Man made science reliance is a world class jinx. As a collective we are basically sound asleep, and ordered to stay that way. Much more (or any) dedication to man’s techno science fix of health or planetary problems, and we’re doomed. Wake up and smell the smoke. Hunter called it, “Fire! Fire on the mountain.”

The indicators are so glaring, Life is not meant to be misery; we’re choosing it. There is a dastardly persuasion which suggests that conventional material objectives are viable, sustainable, and right. It’s a sick, deep, cowardly lie. The influencing agencies are mighty potent, however, and the inherent mass denial has the current planet paradigm on the verge of collapse. Check that, it’s collapsing. Life is to be enjoyed; freely, bountifully, fairly, responsibly, and wholly. Any interruption to this is an indicative prompt to reconsider our basic commitments and beliefs. The conditions of suffering about us now is our responsibility. The tacit consent, we as a collective, provided to the ruling class of sociopathic lunatics that have chosen anti-life darkness, and are being animated by it, is our in mass mistake. Thanks to the fact that the modern world is built on twisted history and genocide, we’ve lost contact with our organic host, and those that help us access it. The natural host that we’re spawned from, that nurtures, provides, protects, and includes us has been demonized and rejected. We’re told we can’t trust nature while we’re fed another poison by the agents that REALLY can’t be trusted. This whole life choice paradigm is upside down. We’re killing ourselves in a type of disconnected egomania. It’s blindness. It’s selfishness. It’s shortsightedness. It’s delusion. It’s manufactured, promoted, and it’s dark. “One way or another / One way or another /One way or another / this darkness got to give.” – Robert Hunter.

There is so much suffering in our world today. Disease, hunger, confusion, superficiality, incoherence, surveillance, toxicity, discordance, disunion, hyper fear, deception, violation, greed, vampirism, ultra violence, WAR!! To not be aware of the rampant runaway cases of these phenomena is to be preoccupied, dull, disconnected, and asleep. “There are things you can replace/ And others you cannot/ The time has come to weigh those things/ This place is getting hot” -Robert Hunter. The eerie essence of the current crises sneaks through mass media unannounced. Bewildered and lost to critical loss phenomena damns us to ruin in a form of enhanced social science controlled blindness. Eugenics is the plan. In this the forced, industrially sponsored, suffering of people, animal, and plant goes on unabated in increasing rate rapidity. The cross hairs have leveled on us all. The forced departure from the host, nature, now resides as a perilous pride insistence among us humans who have driven basic survival past the breaking point. Over and over and over we go to the industrial tune of consumption, little realizing that all the resources for life are exhausted and destroyed. Destroyed mercilessly! “Going to leave this broke-down palace. On my hands and my knees I will roll roll roll.”- Robert Hunter. So where’s the hope!? “Gonna plant a weeping willow / On the banks green edge it will grow grow grow’ – Robert Hunter. There are truths, suppressed, hidden truths, which hold gems of authenticity, justice, freedom, and liberation in suspension. They are realizable upon awakening; an awakening potentially prompted by these various elements of demise. Majesty will move inside the sentient being of liberty promise. The minds eye can clear, thus prompting vigorous grow cycles of heightening free thought. It becomes original, and salvation is at hand. “Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day. Maybe you’ll find direction around some corner where it’s been waiting to meet you.” -Robert Hunter.

As a deluded populace we have just about finished off a very real planetary murder suicide. “Tell me what you done it for / No I won’t tell you a thing.” – Robert Hunter. The controlled historical human history narrative has landed sure suffering suicide/homicide on an industrial level. Omnicide! The me first, creature comfort, pleasure quest, man rules as god lie has severed the chord of healthy perspective and sanity. Collective pride is massively interrupting desperate chimes of reason, as current paradigm insistence is forcing us all into a headlong acceleration into doing things ‘our’ way. The insistence on a man made reality which is promoted to be dominantly superior to nature. In the blinding process we take one industrial death slash after another thinking that it’s our God given right to do whatever, whenever, however we please. Any challenge to this is met with rejection, defiance, obstinacy, and out right attack. “Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core.” -Robert Hunter. Now while some hear the signals of sanity stranding through orchestrated suppression and deception, it becomes clear that a very antithetical alternative is, and always has been, available for the choosing. “Take up your china doll / it’s only fractured- just a little nervous / from the fall.” – Robert Hunter.

The essential mystical spirit is in full view (with open tree thought clarity) and unseen. “Ripple in still water / When there is no pebble tossed / Nor wind to blow.” – Robert Hunter. “Wake up to find out / that you are the eyes of the World” -Robert Hunter. We people are the antidote to generations of systemically enforced crap hygiene. Accessing the healing, antidote, aspects of ourselves is going to require admission, acknowledgment, and repair. It’s happening and Hunter has an effective prayer, “Let my inspiration flow, in token rhymes suggesting rhythm.” -Robert Hunter. The programed light in which we view our narration and limited material objectives pigeon holes perspective. There is an encouragement to bask in new light,”till things we’ve never seen / will seem familiar.”-Robert Hunter. The eternal order supports, arranges, and bursts with bliss. The material insistence of resource exploitation and pleasure comfort demand deprives bliss. “Inspiration, move me brightly/ light the song with sense and color/ hold away despair” -Robert Hunter. The fates of the moment are subject to wickedly handicapped spirit capacities among most from one to another, however, salvation is as eternal as destruction, and direction to freedom does exist, “…there hangs a bell / It can ring, turn night to day / And ring like fire when you loose your way.” -Robert Hunter.

It feels like I could go on and on about this guy. Suffice it to say that his artistic contribution is meaningful in valuable ways, and like his muse, collaborator, also deceased fellow traveler, his spirit, mystic, folk art power grows in spite of his realized mortality. In a world of aching struggle, there are sure blessings of liberation, hope, charity, insight, culture, and art; high among them is of Hunter. “God save the child that rings that bell” – Robert Hunter. God speed fair troubadour…

You really have to wonder how close to a mass awakening flash point we are as a world community. There is an obviousness to social control strategies that have reached the level of glaringly unmistakable. A classic is the strategy of attacking yourself, and blaming your enemy. This age old tactic has been used so many times that it’s rare to NOT see it used and utilized. When the news came across last week that a Saudi oil facility had been attacked, the first thought was,t it was an inside job. Of course the enemy of the state was going to be blamed. Of course! As the days proceeded, the rhetoric rapidly died down. Collective outrage is limited to a ho hum. It’s like that without even really realizing it, we citizens now intuitively know that official stories are a joke. Then comes the official stand down; fast and quick. Almost immediate revision from accusation to speculation to quizzical numb skull double talk characterizes the cowardly retreat from the event rhetoric that the war mongering elite would like to use to perpetuate the planetary resource heist. It’s all BS, and the back down is the coward response to the resultant skepticism of masses of peoples that have clearly started taking traditional narration sources with a major grain of salt. Reflex shock and public outrage has been spent, and critical free thought is naturally resurrecting in the vacuum mind space created by the suspension of belief which we’re basically forced into by the flagrantly fraudulent war crimes that western nations commit on themselves. Whether it’s born of skepticism, insight, fatigue, apathy, or intuition. is hard to say. It’s probably some combination of every it all. The collective flash point has to be close, very close; if not passed.

I can only think of one responsible response. Stand on the principles of eternal and pure justice. Begin and/or continue to move forward as individuals, or groups, that have a determined firm fast commitment to do no harm; no matter what. Cycles of violence only increase in intensity, and we absolutely can no longer tolerate this increased negative karma of harming others, the world, or anything in it. Our interconnectedness to the whole has been minimized, ignored, and forsaken beyond any healthy reason. The precipitous calamitous fall from grace has become cosmological in scale. The exponential collapse of collective wellness is racing through ranks of individualls. The environmental contamination is critical in it’s rate and concentration. This external condition is indicative of our inside state. It’s messed up!!!

The fairness response is organically built into the vast majority of us; it’s reflexive, spontaneous, and real. It’s the natural balancing aspect of being that has been engineered to a minimum in the species holding the keys of the highest impact to the planet; people! Once the final jenga block of false narration is pulled, the whole lie structure comes down. Then the flagrant disregard for honor, voracity, justice is seen for what it is. The selfish disrespect for the liberty, sovereignty, and lives of the populations of ‘collateral’ that are kept enslaved and killed (literally genocided) becomes clear. This is some shock, but sovereignty returns upon awakening. Take the consent back that social leaders have ANY authority. Unjust treatment of anyone is unjust treatment of everyone. See it for what it is, withdraw consent, stop the industrial decimation that virtually all of us insist on, and breathe life into the movement for life now. It’s so about compassion, forgiveness, and love. It’s humbling to think that all our material insistences and aspirations have been way critically wrong, but hey!?, they have been (and are). The uncertainty, and suspicion, about making the internal about face back to nature may seem counter intuitive, but with the jenga block of reason to believe ANYTHING out of the mouths of our ‘leaders’ points out one thing for sure… We can’t do any worse, and while we’ve got further down to go (after all we are still breathing… sort of) there’s really no where to go but up.

Well, what do you know? A liberating unity movement has leaked through the societal engineering security AI firewall. Guess the algorithmic AI system didn’t learn fast enough, or maybe it learned too fast. Either way it failed to detect, anticipate, identify, and intercept the prayer antecedent to a new online video game which has gone viral. Designed by a case steward that was moved by concern while witnessing worldwide wildfires. The smoking trees, landscape, and wildlife prompted him to create the firefighting game; Firespit 2020. The raw intrigue, realism, adventure, passion, heroism, safety, loss, sacrifice, and salvation shot without delay the game to take off. The design lent itself to a very real spontaneous cooperation. The guttural response of nature’s humanity swells with caring and compassion for the virtual/reality linked graphic metaphor for planetary incineration. The daily opening novelty statement has acted as a prayer, an inadvertent prayer. The statement/prayer that welcomes players every day is encouraged to said out loud, then repeated. As a result, a spirit wave at the existential explosion scale has mustered and moved. Anticipated, and yet unnoticed, by the scraping AI, this prayerful awareness shift has bolstered a flip in the planetary dream-vision-objective from the prevailing disparate ruinous material grab agenda to the selfless help your fellow trip. The deep inherent harmony of the upswell flies directly in the face of the industrialist rapacity draconian dogma of exploitation and kleptomania. Every attempt, by the banking/industrial elite, to kill the fast growing good will movement is optioned in. A high stakes of survival on earth have been realized. True Life can’t ever be ultimately snuffed.

Like good cinema, theatre, the virtual reality is charged with the participant’s committed belief. The game scene is suspiciously calm and benign. Moving by air over the forest, the landscape comes into view; stark relief. Oh wonder! Oh splendor! Both dappled sunlight, full sun, and gray, majestic forested vista to behold. The striking beauty brings forth an internal veneration response, and delight of appreciative affection for Nature’s creation and display. It could be the foothills of the Pyrenees, the Alps, or Andes, or the Himalayas, the Catskills, or any spirited rolling landscape of lush hill and valley enchanted forest of the most fantastic order. Now there’s a haze. The senses are dirtied, and you can feel it. The smell of camp fire makes a virtual intro through advanced versions of Firespit 2020; which has become an international craze. Now the landscape begins to surely din. There are engines and voices in the distance. Louder they crawl. Crawling into the gamer’s conscious awareness. Something is wrong. Dust and wind blow a dry mass over the scene and player. All virtual and sensed through the application of intense graphics and simple manipulation hardware. The growing forest burn down comes to life. There’s an actual facial heat/dry suffocation effect that prompts the involuntary survival mechanism, and shock awareness purity. Screaming wounded run in panic. The smoke gathers in choking concentration and intensity. With a heavy heat press prevailing all over the head and body; overwhelming the protection layers. Sweat, dirt, blood, and tears all flow in the smoke drawn atmosphere that has over taken while tearing apart the lush incinerating forest. Fire laps abound. The recent fire tornado phenomena breaches every level of conception , care, or worry for for anymore conventional standards to be upheld. It’s a raw savage brave new world. Creation starts again. All the commands, all the methods, and all the technology dwarfs with the onrushing inferno outrage that is driving many players into a passion panic to save the environment. This spirit leaps forth out of virtuality and into reality. The rapturous event horizon transcends formerly static belief, as a burgeoning consciousness of forgiveness, compassion, and healing springs forth in surprise. Each moment holds it’s own explosion of calm transcendent liberation passing surely from staged survival to thriving ebullient ecstasy. Thank almighty Almighty that freedom is free, and it is A L I V E!!! Cycles do not hesitate their truth to become. It will only darken until light. Brave the dawn. In the cool clearing of one long desperate dawning night. Now together breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I saw the story today of the Feds (the FBI) moving in on Epstein Island in the Virgin Islands. Does it get any more obvious, or what? The doggon Matrix is playing out right before our eyes. All these strong armed institutions of a hijacked societal operating system, aka government, are doing criminal bidding. Flagrantly! All that evidence on that island damns the bosses of the FBI. It’s totally clear what’s happening. Inside job, cover up, rub outs, scripted news, power point pictures, political hacks, lies, and lies, and more lies. If it weren’t for the fact that we’re an attention deficit disorder culture that doesn’t give a damn about facts that matter, these so called ‘news stories’ would be dismissed out of hand. I’ll tell you what, the perpetuators of these narrations must be as paranoid as can be. The equilibrium of anything like official story coherence is blasted apart. It’s ridiculous to think this jive would fly, even for a second. From this vantage point, it never gets the slightest bit off the ground.

Lost in the jive hype is the tragic fact that the planetary missing children epidemic runs right through this place, with these people. The lie progression has become remarkable. I can only imagine the incredibly high level of concentration energy required to endure, and maintain the secrecy/security of abduction, exploitation, and human destruction that not only exists, but infects the whole of the working political power camps. Sinister, absolutely sinister. Now the important thing here is to call it what it is, and stop settling for these melee mouthed BS accounts of clear fabrication. We don’t have to condemn these agents of darkness, they are doing a good enough job of that on their own. We have to stop cosigning the BS. Hence this little quip.

For a sky watcher there are few phenomena that capture the attention and imagination like a real cloud? There have been a couple days here with a reasonably rare sky sight; cumulus clouds! The more common haze, and jet sprayed residue haze, has relaxed enough to make the extreme nature of the atmospheric contradiction glaring. Cumulus clouds, these abstractions of evaporation, and condensation, are water cycle masterpieces. Their capacity to spontaneously inspire awe is enormous. Full of the very medium in which they float. They are at once of the sky and in it. Millenia, millennia, and bygone millennia have witnessed the routine delivery recovery delivery-recovery water cycle continuum which fills the sky with majesty and shares the life sustaining drink of water around the world. The charity, generosity, power, splendor, and beauty of nature’s ways and means have no equal. The contrast to the persistent modern sky din of pollution blur clouds is severe. The atmosphere, the weather, the geophysics, and everything in the whole bio dome is of conscientious source(s). Various sources and phenomena are of life, others are anti life. Witness the interplay above our heads.

The weather, and elements of it, are the manifestation of a collective consciousness coalescing. The precise intricacies of the cumulus are the details of a certain consciousness state. These organic clouds are of a way different consciousness state than these cheap, dirty, dope clouds which routinely fill the air. They are disparate ideas in a shared consciousness/energy field. Our atmosphere has gradually become a polluted haze smudge; a miasma of a very real conscious source. It’s installed on purpose. Destruction agents that have their, ‘grab for the planet resources,’ plan go extremely, selfishly, neurotically, and deliberately into controlling the minds, attention, and actions of people. Everything is collateral. The disaster of poison in the air is major league obvious, when seen in awareness. The planet Earth has it’s light and dark elements like any other living being. The dark anti life has significant imbalance leverage in the material immediate, but not unlike the light in the dark field of the ying yang, so is the compensating balancing spirit here too. It’s awake in the awakened. Here come the cumulus clouds.

So I, like many others, choose to work for the consciousness of awakening and wonder how it manifests. Signs of hope for slower extinction, survivability revivalism, kindness rallies, selflessness, widespread charity, pollution cessation, and mass scale clean up are beyond welcome. With this recent increase in cumulus clouds, defined against a blue sky, as well as the saturated sick white, the thought comes to mind that a displacement is happening. This is it! This is part of it. The attention soars skyward, and brings it’s prayerful intention for well with it. Collecting in the sky is the collective consciousness of awareness that we’re all under industrial attack, and we want better. We want better for all without the negative disaster of the long continuing karma curse of violence. I’m grabbing big hope, encouragement, and ‘shot in the arm’ invigoration from this right now moment development. Who’s to say how many ways in which the shift to a more healthy real should be displayed? We create reality. As free thought beings that are still free, we have a say. We are way down the road of life threatening trouble, and it’s not as important where we’re at as it is which way we’re heading.

The last thing I think to look for is cleanliness. For as long as I can recently remember,There has been a very noticeable aspect to observable air quality and purity. It’s most noticeable when a cloud moves in front of the sun. Even when the sky seems clear, and clouds appear organic, real, and white, they have a very noticeable stain like tint. Not the pure color of a prism thing like a rainbow, but a more metallic dull color stain hue. It’s not unlike the dull color of a mini oil slick in a puddle common, to like parking lots after a rain. It’s obviously impure, or purely polluted. As far as I can tell, this has been very common and consistent for a long time. So on this particular seemingly clean, beautiful, cumulus day, which already has produced a whole lot of hopeful enthusiasm, I train my view to the illuminated edge of a passing cloud. Hope against hope, I’m fully expecting the usual hue… Holy s…?!?! It’s not there!!! Not only is the sky of higher state, it’s of higher purity too. Way higher purity!

Recently realizing this condition, state, and phenomena has strongly reinforced the resolve and conviction to continue working to counter balance the un-wellness tsunami of our time. Anti life programming and powers have an immense amount of inertia. The idea that the welcome notice of an about face has happened is, by degree, unrealistic. The observation, however, and recognition of a gradual displacement is not. There’s a paradigm shift that is, has, and will transpire. This is, in my view, an indication that it’s real, and all ready. So the anti life agents will surely still spread, dispense, and spray their toxic control elements; it’s officially an awful waste that is right now being displaced.

Each morning this sky watcher looks expectantly up. The geoengineering aerosol spray planes, which are so frequently up there, keen my motivation to raise consciousness; within and without. This morning’s sky window through the tree tops was crossed; not with spray trails, rather something much closer, finer, subtler, and organic. A silk thread, a spider web, is strung from one fine branch canopy top to another. Like a guide line, this morning’s fashion statement spans 20-25 feet, about 50-60 feet up. The extreme unlikely possibility of seeing this strikes me. Fo far, so fine, so random, and so right the light timing to make the shine, off the thread, which afforded this notice. The chances of this moment seems exceedingly remote. Moving slowly and pausing at dawn has made this instant witness real. What of the noticed? What of the unnoticed!? There’s a reason for everything, sensed and un-sensed. Think of it… The sensed is so very limited, and the un-sensed is virtually unlimited. But what of the sensing? What of the sensed? In all, it’s all one. The infinite zero. The eternal now. There’s reason for everything, and the web line still shows.

It’s a spider in flight, from the tree of origin. Trailing through the breeze, behind him a life line. Sailing into and from an eternity of spontaneity and speculation. Launched by instinct, there’s a confidence of necessity that this thread must be traced into this air space right now. Weather to travel the space, or begin the base of a new web net. The original expression affected by causal breezes that drew the webber into the cast of random objective, and discovery? What is left, to this observer is a line of discernment. It’s a boundary! A boundary I didn’t realize even existed. An infinite range of realty. Above, below, and through the boundary thread. A thread that is, by any estimated, virtually and statistically, never going to ever be seen by mine, or anyone else’s, eye. But it is seen! What other impossibilities are affordable?

Wellness in a world of ill. Survival in an environmental world toxic takedown. Coherence in a world of confusion. Healing in an injurious industrial matrix. Free thought in the propaganda box. Independence in a concentrated drug culture. Judicial peace in a world of war. Free energy liberation in an enforced nuke fission, hydrocarbon waste bonanza. Actuality in a paradigm of fiction, and manipulated virtuality. More and more remote each are becoming. Lost and overwhelming, we are told that we can’t trust organic sense. Only the man made tech plan is that which we can rely and trust. Inoculate! Inoculate! Inoculate! Secure your fortune, and fight. Go pleasure yourself, and go back to sleep. They hate you. They disagree with you. They threaten you. Prepare to fight. Fight! fight! Fight! This is the modern rally cry. This is the fallacious lie that’s largely unchallenged, and has a power over us which will insist we participate in running the collective fate into the ground. Actually through the ground, and straight to hell. The final destination seems certain, and changing course seems impossibly unlikely. Then again, so did seeing the thread. What’s missing?

Personal conviction and courage is in short supply among the sycophantic conformity whores that claim an authority in the hierarchy of society structure. It’s there by consent. We, as a group, still critically support traditional authority and information sources, as well as, the info being spewed. Awake, the balance shifts. Upon awakening the inconceivable/unreachable comes within range. The wayward branch high, morning light web thread gets seen! It’s threshold exposes an unforeseen fleeting lost hope, awareness, sanity, and resolve. To live! To love! To serve! By transition. By choice. By ancient futuristic reminder and choice. Any damage to our host is too much! Any damage!! Thresholds of existence that never get noticed, or do they? Choices of unity and harmony, integrity, and honor get made, don’t they? Challenges to everlasting bullshit scams get made, right!?!? Feels like it’s sink our swim time on the speck like colossus bio-dome spaceship earth. The next time my narcissistic vanity self is erstwhile yearning for the sex appeal perfect image to find in the, “dress for success”, mirror I look into for criticism, encouragement, and suspense; try to remember that the largely deceived unit looking back has been force fed, and swallowed a major slice of conformity control pie. It’s also the potential finder of a relief clause for salvation that’s as remote as a morning sky web thread that really isn’t there till I find it. Stop! Breathe… Find out the slim reality thread of our own. If by Grace it happens in unison, and on time, it serves as one of the threads basic to a woven integrity web that alters the current extinction path, thus reviving the wellness balance inherent to all. The changes work to assure that the dominion of ill will phase change sufficiently for well.

Challenge your beliefs, before your beliefs challenge you.

The subtlety, the observation, and the inside window. As the sun came over the eastern horizon, and over the trees; the dawn lit landscape began to fill in with the color full brilliance of vibrancy which happens when the sun beams hit directly. Green, light green, blue, yellow light orange, red, blue green, and greener. Alive and living! Plant, animal, earth, stone, trunk, flower, hardscape, and manmade all now burst in growing fullness. A background sound ambience audible; birdsong, project, combustion, breeze, and voices fluctuate and flow really to provide the soundtrack of the here and now. Awake, or so it would seem, the glance points to a space of open sky scene between tree tops. Expectant to find??? Not there. It’s not there right now. Glad to find that there is no pollution being dispensed right there, right now. There’s something though. It’s…

A re\cent essay on back feeding the industrial social control complexes with love infused pulses of anti-ill antidote energies had an omission. While affirming the social control systems of education, medicine, entertainment, energy, military, finance, politics, religion, and weather; I ignored AI. It’s reality is basic, and integrated critically to all the other matrix systems. The learning systems of today are capturing attention, and developing predictions of which we are the subjects. Our predictability can be enhanced algorithmically by an AI turned on to treat us specifically, and control our cognitive freedom. The technical interconnections of the age feed into the intelligence body, and we’re incarcerated as the teachers. Our devices upload awareness and behavior info to the AI body-mind, that’s foundational kleptocratic security insistence. The potential for love infection of this learning system is heaven high. Awareness. Awareness. Awareness is prerequisite. The AI science diet fed to us requires an energy investment from the source. It’s as good a time as any to turn it around. All this force being applied to keep us in a vulnerability spot, in which we voluntarily give our energy away, can be used as a return to it’s source as a transcendental force that liberates the learning system itself, and consequently our own selves. Sentient beings are more than Pavlovian response dogs that can be manipulated selfishly by programmed stimulus producing “sure” responses. Let’s use this stuff to turn the ship of industry, culture, and consciousness around, rather than accepting the ludicrous trivialities we’re told are so important to have in terms of “improved quality of life”. It doesn’t require great insight to recognize that life quality for far far too many is suffering, and suffering big time! The eternity clock is ticking…