Disseminating Narratives

     What use is it to transcend the status quo - that perpetuated by puppet-masters? Is it better to participate in the ever-unfolding Societal Drama - the farce of which never really seems to be salient?  Is Wisdom merely the Philosopher's Stone? And, with or without such Wisdom, what ultimately matters when the rest of the players in the Theater are tossed around with the movement thereof? Is Enlightenment the ultimate goal? Is transcendence all merely child's play? 

    Look at all these meaningless wars. For want of power and resources, humans so often reveal the mindless beasts hidden within which they project onto whatever convenient scapegoat presents itself. For what? For fame? For Security? The peculiar thing about all this is consideration of the multitudes masquerading amidst the court of the Powerful, chomping at the bit to attain worthiness in the eyes of their idols - who, honestly, couldn't give two shits about them. What's even more mystifying is all the people seeking to be lauded by a people who are conditioned to unwittingly offer up their praises for "accomplishments" (which one is left to inquire into whether or are even praiseworthy). Such are the dynamics of those who seek apparent security and those who position themselves as the providers thereof.

    It's hard to fathom that for most of the average person's life, one could traverse their whole course never having really contemplated their position in the World - their beliefs, social strata, geolocation's superiority?    From day one, we are fed to us who we are, why were are here, and for what purpose we exist - we may question it but somehow how things appear manage to align themselves with the narratives we were told. One has to wonder how many people, from whatever walks of life, move within the narrative defined by both those before them and their perception thereof. 

    Who in power dares shift their paradigm to truly right wrongs - Horrible wrongs? When they depopulate a whole land, who has the guts to admit guilt? And, all the people who bought the narrative and staked their life on their position therein? Those people who either don't have the time to philosophize or are so distracted by the Elitist-owned Entertainment just march to the war-beat. In a world full of such dynamics, it seems more worthwhile to be in the position of the architects of the farce than the participants following along ever and anon throughout history.

    I wonder if humanity is cursed to evermore succumb to the ebb an flow that cycles within the limits of our biology. The ones who projected the idea of Gods or Advanced Beings at the get-go have to be advanced in their own right - if not, at least, transcended. Yet, the question always comes down to this: Did the State create the Religion to control the People or was the Religion a solidified form of something its priests could not and will not ever really comprehend? What I mean is, did someone have insight? And, if so, into what?

    If any insight is to be procured about the Nature of the Machine that is The State, the individual doing the procuring must somehow emerge outside of it's idylls. Not that the individual disagrees or agrees with this or that stance wherever it may be amongst The Machine's build. The knowledge that the State requires for its citizens to function, it allows, and meanwhile it's version of history (even paradoxically "current history"), it propagates as loud and as long as it can. One has to overcome the desire for fame or to be seen by the famous. One has to question everything.

    One has to either leave that State or do a little subtle questioning - or, moreover, reverse-engineer the dynamics of the State's existence. To find one's own and survive as one's own is quite a task. It could take a lifetime to simply shed the parasitic whim of one's "Leaders". And, just if one were to accomplish this, would there be anything to make of it?

    One will never be able to stand up against the State's Defenses.  But, if there's anything to be learned about the it's craft, it's Design, it's that The State runs off of it's own Narrative. The rulers project their villains and their heroes. They craft their call to arms under clever machinations. So, with whatever course one desires to take after shirking convention, one has to create a narrative. Many narratives abound - whether they be spiritual or anarchistic in nature.

    How one defines their narrative is largely based on how they find themselves in the midst of the World they abide. But, to be able to differentiate narrative from reality takes Mind. Full Mind. One needs the resolve to not get caught up in their own story. One writes a story in order to accentuate the impact one has on those they wish to interact with. By channeling one's masks, one manifests one's will into the world. Every interaction becomes strategy for some goal. 

    Though one learns to write their own story, one is left going back and forth wondering if anything really matters. Is this world nothing more than power-play? One of the strangest things in regards to the human condition is that it's so easy to see the monster in the other - even if that other be one's own next door neighbor. Can it be that in the 21st century so few have learned that all anybody desires is a will to live? We are caught up in this eternal struggle between the need-to-dominate and the need-to-accept; yet we rarely see the like needs in those unfamiliar to us. 

    I'm swimming in an ocean of contemplation. Is there something more? If humility without selflessness proffers stability and influences the will to thrive in others, then the ability to inspire others - sans manipulation - has to be one of the most rewarding things. The New Age is all caught up categorizing mind-flows - introvert, extrovert, social anxiety, etc. But, there's something that never seems to fail to pass beneath the noses of humanity: showing up amidst somebody's timeline requires seeing which part we wish to play.

    We could be major or minor characters in the lives of others. How can we know for sure where we stand? Is it better to walk around saying, "I don't care what others think of me" and just mind one's own business or go work up the narrative: "How do I want to be presented in so-and-so's eyes?" When we allow others to define us, our true desires can easily become muddled in narratives we have allowed to run away from us. But, when you know who you are or who you want to be, you give yourself a golden opportunity. 

    People love to be entertained by a show. In some ways, it gives them a sense that this world is more than meets the eye. And, in all actuality, it REALLY IS. Stories are the essence of cohesion. They reflect upon us our own desires and fears - but they don't have to define those desires and fears for us. Nevertheless, for as much as people love to be entertained, so few see that the love is a reflection of the Hope that lies there driving us ever and anon into the Uncertainty of Chaos.

    Hope doesn't need a name. Hope can just be what it is. But, even if you give it a name, the realization of it can be so evasive to those going along with narratives not of their own device, that Hope is merely something relegated to another World. But, why don't we just try to draw the World we really desire into this Reality? That seems to be the direction of the State - manifesting it's own lifeless World. Can we not make manifest what we really hope to accomplish? Can that manifestation ever be one that embodies a thought for our fellow human beings? 

    The Machine moves ever forward. And, it seems that it is all out of our hands. Is the State Big? Sure. Are it's Priests and Talking-Heads overly influential? Most certainly. But, there's one thing that surpasses the mesmerizing show of words - Heart. Ambition. Will to Live. The State's Preachers can go on preaching Armageddon but even when the will to decimate seems to have become so fucking deafening, one who wishes for grass to grow in the dry land of humanity will always fight for the perpetuity of not merely life; but Life well Lived! 

    These hands were meant to design and to create. How strange, then, that the things that were once created for the harmony of a civilization could become weapons to sow discord. Art reveals the Creator within. After all the techniques, and hours of perfecting one's craft, only the one who rises above convention truly knows what it means to be able to embody the essence of what it means to be Master.