Triple trouble / Alexithymia

You wished me into your life,

shortly allowing us both to thrive.

Two souls connected by touch

which soon became too much.

I knew I could only lose

by giving you freedom to choose

to decide with your mind or soul

I wanted you whole, and lost all

. 

I saw you shedding some tears,

while submitting to your fears.

I planted seeds of freedom in you,
would've loved be around for harvest, too.

The mix of cheap wine and deep sorrow

now has me waiting for a better tomorrow.

Fox in socks on the rocks

You told me about your desire to heal,

but that's not really what I can feel.

You provided me often with food,

and also your fast-changing mood.

Now I stand here with an empty hand,

still don't know what I had to understand

of the obstacles created in the distant past,

which stopped the chance of our story to last.

So my heart fills again with sadness,

walking alone through a world of madness,

waiting for love's resurrection,

another heart-felt connection.

I stay connected to you, my beloved fox,

hope you're happy after putting me in a box.

Sleepless night

Your life seems like a battle for control,

there's a fight against yourself inside -

you know that fight is just not right

and asked for help to become more whole.

We were mutually attracted,

and let our defences go

connected into effortless flow -

but very soon got distracted.

Control returned with a vengeance

and demanded plenty of distance.

The old ways came back and did much

to prevent more exposure to healing touch.

The door is still open, now you decide -

No jailbreak needed, want to step outside?

Liebeskummer

Our story was too good to be true -

if only I could stop loving you!

This torturing pain could go away

and my life would again seem okay.

You brought happiness back into my life,

I'd happily have chosen you as my wife.

I had millions of things for you to give,

'cos you gave me millions of reasons to live.

Now my heart feels empty and sad,

missing the special connection we had.

I'm way to numb to start to cry

I just know that I'm ready to die.

Our story was meant to last,

can't believe it ended so fast.

See you in the next life

When we first met, 

time didn't seem to exist.

The connection we had

was sheer impossible to resist.

I dared to love again,

couldn't fathom my luck.

I forgot all the pain

which until then had struck.

When you said good bye,

I didn't go mad.

When I saw you cry,

I still felt incredibly sad.

It was over before it truly began

the end hit me just like a van.

Interim

There's some shadows of the past

which seem to want to last,

fuelling again the futile fight

for what's wrong and what's right.

The straight gait becomes a sway,

won't those shadows go away?

Won't there be eternal laughter

of being happily ever after?

One step forward, two steps back -

is it really the right kind of track?

For as long as you follow the flow

your intuition guides you where to go.

Yet for each thing you've been shown

another million things remain unknown.

Querencia

Prelude

I'm playing the game of chance,

wanting my life to advance.

I had enough of luck's wrath

Just want to peacefully walk the path.

I had my fair share of the endless fight

about what's wrong & what's right

I can no longer stay in solitude

After steady increase of amplitude.

I see the tree tremble and shake,

in the game of give and take.

Deeply rooted to Gaia's core

That what I want of some more.

Yet it seem's like my life's predicament

is to remain in perpetual movement. 

Querencia

It seemed like coincidence

a random meeting of souls,

sharing o so many goals,

It turned into a cosmic dance.

Two hearts melting together

each of us of their own kind

thinking together as one mind

touch as light as a feather.

A common love of geometry

which shapes the universe

through which we traverse

brought our dreams into reality.

We were meant for each other,

For once, I stopped to bother.

Human nature

Language acts like a virus, especially once we enter the level of abstraction. While we might learn from General Semantics, or Rene Magrittes famous painting 'Ceci n'es pas une pipe', that even words describing tangible objects fail to capture the suchness of the worded item, abstractions lead us to a dive in truly murky waters.

We pave the road to misunderstandings elegantly when talking about all sort of -isms, as no-one can define those terms with authority and accuracy, albeit many claim to do exactly that. In most real life situations, people insist that 'everyone knows' what communism, socialism, capitalism, feudalism etc. means, and whether or not one abstract category fits into another.

Unless we become aware of the inherent inability of using language to describe our individual and shared experience, we are held captive in Plato's cave, and might easily get angry at those who have seen the light of day. That doesn't stop us from attempting to communicate verbally, and luckily in a majority of cases that still works out sufficiently for survival and even enjoyment.

Since Occupy Wall Street happened, the term 'human nature' became a highly popular confusing term to argue either for or against specific ways to organise society. Although all of us have our very own way of perceiving the world around us, and although language with its multiple levels of abstractions makes it challenging to pinpoint some agreeable ideas about 'human nature', I want to give it a shot.

The black-and-white perspective on human nature seems most popular, describing humans as inherently 'good' or inherently 'evil'. I guess most peoples experience rather shows them that some people act without the intent of harming others, and other do. Of course, even 'bad' people do some 'good', and vice versa. Using the black-and-white approach fails from the start to provide a framework that could be backed up by experience, no matter how much one wishes for people to fit into this worldview.

Modern psychology uses the Bell curve as a tool to describe the distribution of human traits. This approach seems much more appropriate to approach 'human nature' than the moralistic ideas lingering around in the dualistic approach of either 'good' or 'evil'.

Bell curve (normal distribution)

A lot of the categories we use in language compare to boxes, especially if we think in mutually exclusive categories (good/evil). Let's put the thinking in boxes aside for a while, and take the above image as a better representation of human nature, with potentially 'good' and 'evil' on the flat ends of the curve. If an axis 'willingness to do harm' exists in human nature, only a few percent fall into the extremes of psychopathy or saints, the rest will simply do whatever they perceive as 'normal'.

The origin of the idea of government, however, links back to the idea that humans can't be trusted, and need protection from each other. This meme spread first via religion (born in original sin), and was then happily reinforced by more secular forms of government which basically acted like parents for entire populations. The expressions 'fatherland' and 'motherland' remind us of the generally parental character of nationhood. 

As humans, we are individual expressions of consciousness, sui generis, and as such share some elementary needs. Besides that, we are pretty unpredictable most of the time, which makes life so interesting. A minority of humans lacks the ability of empathise, and therefor feels no remorse when harming others. How we can we deal with those individuals?

Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. In tribal societies, shamans held the responsibility to identify those individuals, and prevent them from harming the rest of the group. People with psychopathic predisposition don't turn automatically into monsters, and can still fulfil useful functions within their community. You might have noticed the absence of shamans in modern society, which happened unlikely just coincidentally.

Without anyone in the position to identify and keep psychopaths in check, they can basically do whatever they like. After killing or removing shamans as safe guards for communities, they could spread fear with impunity. And they used the fear they spread to demand even more power and less control for themselves. 

Has anyone ever wondered why an individual murderer bears the full brunt of punishment society can offer, while president Obama signs off kill list as regular routine task? We live in a world run by psychopaths, which used violence to implement systems of government that create heaven on Earth for themselves and other psychopaths. Being only a minority, this means hell for the rest of us. 

As a majority of humanity can be described as relative gullible, they perpetuate this mad system that harms the rest of humanity, many other forms of life on this planet and the planet itself. This has several motivations. (hey, we're all individuals), which potentially collapse into the erratic believe that human nature is inherently 'good' or 'evil'. As long as we believe in the validity of this construct, psychopath will maintain control over the rest of the population.

If ones believe that we're inherently 'good', then she/he will fall for any intentional lie. If government harms the environment or other people, it is 'for the greater good'. If one believes that we're inherently 'evil', their fear will ask for protection, even from themselves. Just when one understands that we cannot generalise this aspect of human nature, the opportunity arises to reign in the psychopathic elements in society without converting it into a prison for all but the psychopaths.

Humans can adapt probably better than any other species to their environment. Humanity survived much longer without the illusion of government than with it. Well, maybe we managed to get to this historical water shed moment before, and just wiped out the memory of it by nearly extinguishing our species. We have seemingly unlimited learning potential, as individuals and as community. We can create a world that shares the resources of this planet, and allows 100% of humanity to survive and prosper. 

If we don't do it, the cosmos might giggle in schadenfreude about the failed human experiment, or feel sad about its end, or remain equanimous as the universe continues to exist.  

Orenda

And so I decided to surrender

to a state known as orenda

named by an indigenous culture,

which was far from vulgar.

It's our divine spark,

which makes its mark,

in how we affect change,

and let all things rearrange.

It's a mythical force,

fruits of cosmic spores

to let us live in light

and to know what's right.

Will I find someone on this path

liberated from their personal wrath?

Accidental news exposure

By quite some coincidence,

just don't give it any relevance,

I watched the TV news today,

which lead my mind astray.

I heard the prime minister rant

we in Canberra can do what we want,

within in the law, within the law,

clinging to a desperate straw.

Parliament makes law, nothing else,

yet fascism puts on its hipster belts,

with a leader turned into a dictator,

obvious to the attentive narrator.

Yet I wonder if anyone will care,

or wait for yet another nightmare.

Warm and windy winter day with QFA63

Lineclouds appearing in the sky,

creating clouds not wet but dry,

you can watch them disappearing

to disguise the trace of geo-engineering.

Soon after witnessing another blaze

they melt into the typical white haze

that cover our skies once bright blue,

and prevents the sun from reaching you.

Certainly, that can't bring any harm?

It's just a little bit unnaturally warm,

bees and many trees are slowly dying,

but the powers that be wouldn't be lying?

Wake up to the world of today,

trust me, everything is okay.

There's no place like home

All that we need exists abundant,

yet I still feel a bit redundant.

Maybe I just shouldn't care

about those unable to share fair.

The universe will be the provider

of the experiences I need to grow,

so I learn to connect into the flow

and cease acting as the decider.

All roads lead to Rome -

as long as I keep travelling

fate continues its unravelling

to find a place called home.

The waiting will find its end,

once I find some helping hand.

Rainy day in June

My future seems uncertain like never before,

and my brain and bones feel pretty sore.

I love myself just when hating me

so tired of the game of wait and see.

All of my ambitious aspiration

has turned into bouts of desperation

while I acquired much more unity

I lack the sense of community.

A single cell of a large organism

that drifts one more time into fascism

I wonder - am I cancer or cure?

But I never can be sure,

how to play the game of life,

for as long as I survive.

No time for doubt

I decided to let go,

to dive into the flow,

to follow my heart,

for a fresh, new start.

O how i admire

those without desire

for a specific form

which fits into the norm.

Now I'm drifting,

need some uplifting.

It's freedom I won,

yet certainty is gone.

So I embrace the present

as a gift, with no resent. 

Free

The best things in life are free - why are people so eager to spend most of their days 'making money'? Most likely, out of habit and lack of information. More and more people increase their happiness by sharing, instead of ripping each other off. Even science catches up, claiming that our brains produce much more happy hormones (serotonine) when sharing then when spending money on oneself.

About half a year ago, the Friday Free Shop opened its non-existing doors to the public, and has become a predictable part of Melbourne's city scape, at City Square, the tiny patch of land dedicated to the public in Melbourne. There's a Melbourne chapter of Food not Bombs, a global initiative that cooks up free vegetarian meals for hungry souls.

Of course, most people don't mind sharing with their friends for free - unfortunately, most people would not consider strangers as friends they haven't met yet. The Free Shop helps to win hearts and minds for this cause, like other opportunities to get something for nothing.

The 'Free' section in most commercial advertising papers is usually quite sparse, but here's some starting points to get on a hunt for free stuff:

• Zilch
• Freecycle
• Free Treasure
• Melbourne Free Stuff

There's also the opportunity to find free things on the nature strip, at least where the local council doesn't consider hard rubbish a safety issue. Indeed, nature strips could be converted into community gardens, but that's also something councils might not like. But then, councils are no longer legal, and the humans still harbouring this delusion might get the point that growing food poses no harm for the community, no matter what some silly by-laws might dictate.

In the mood

"Bugger off!" snarled the security guard of the Reserve Bank of Australia (RBA), as I just finished my chalking. "I'm done. I don't think you have the authority to tell me to leave, but I comply."

I came back after a minute, as I didn't have a shot yet.

At that point, a second security guard stood also outside the door. I tried to convince them that I didn't commit an act of vandalism, that their employer was legally foreclosed, with only little success. "Don't do this again! You're on camera, and it goes straight to the Federal Police." I was still not impressed, but happy that the tone of conversation was relatively friendly. "You have done this before, don't you?" 

I realised that persistence works out fine, though attracts attention. From a publicity point of view, tonight was a failure - not many people pass through this area in the late evening. It seems though that at least some people within the foreclosed organisation take notice, and that they don't like being reminded at the legal status quo.

"At least you didn't use paint." I mentioned that it might rain very soon, which would make cleaning the pavement obsolete, yet the strategy seems to be to remove 'dangerous messages' straight away.

"I have to clean this up", he complained, pointed to his comrade, "he makes me do it." I excused myself for causing a stir in their routine. "I have to do work because of you. I didn't come to work to do work." 

Public information

Unbeknownst to the wider public, all governments, banks and corporations have lost their legal foundation on December 25th 2012. They have been officially and legally foreclosed. The pictures below show a public information campaign that happened today in Melbourne's CBD.

ANZ, Collins Street

Reserve Bank of Australia, Collins Street

Westpac, Collins Street

Commonwealth Bank, Swanston Street

NAB, Swanston Street

HSBC, Swanston Street

Town Hall, Swanston Street

Parliament House

PS: The reactions today to basically the same information campaign were quite interesting. In front of Westpac, an employee asked me what I was doing, and probably took care that street sweepers removed this outrageous bit of truth in front of their ATMs quite fast. At HSBC, a couple of police asked me what I was doing, and I replied friendly: "Spreading some good news." I explained shortly that all banks have been foreclosed last christmas. When the police man asked why the government hadn't done anything about it, I replied that governments were foreclosed as well.

I mentioned that I regrettably had no printed info for them, yet he did most likely consider me a loony at this time already. He asked me to be careful while chalking, not being a hazard for passer-bys, and walked off with his comrade. When I cruised along Collins Street again, most of the information was already wiped out again. I wish I still had a printer available to hand out the foreclosure flyer to those interested when seeing me chalking, it's still massive fun to do.

The world of today

Imagine a world where the social structure has been replaced by a commercial rule set separating humanity into few slave-owners and many slaves. Imagine a world where individual responsibility has been replaced by blind trust into the chain of commands. Imagine a world that sacrifices Mother Earth for the sake of playing a game of power. Imagine a world where ubiquitous distractions create  the delusion of justice, fairness and reason.

You're there? Welcome to planet Earth in the second decade of the 21st century. The Law Society has created a legal global slave camp. It has casted a spell over humanity in order to dominate it. Yet another spell disconnects most humans from the source, so that they spend most of their time in their minds, susceptible for external manipulation.

Once we get lost in our minds, it's easy to convince us that ideas are 'real'. Governments, corporations, money are mere memes, nothing else. Memes often lead a life of their own, unless enough people realise that they created these memes, and can change or drop them.

Humanity condemned the idea of slavery repeatedly, and advocacy for slavery most likely doesn't resonate with the majority of the population. The magic trick to hide slavery lies in the invention of the legal fiction, a person which is incorporated (under commerce) and has the same name as you.

The birth certificate seals the deal to make a new member of society a piece of property of some corporation. Under the UCC, there's no difference between governmental agency, corporation or person, the law itself represents the rule set for the power game currently happening on this planet.

As 'normal' citizens, we occupy the lowest rank in this legal game of slavery chess. Slavery is defined as making someone do an action without their consent. This happens often under threat of violence or by hypnotic tricks. Register your baby with us, or else. Pay your taxes, or else. Register your house with us, or else. Register your car with us, or else. Bail out the banks, or else.

We learn in young age that punishment (the or else part) follows any crime, and needn't be told the threat explicitly. Instead, we learn that simply 'following orders' and rules makes us a good citizen. In other words, for the mere absence of punishment we comply to rules which systematically punish us by restricting the freedoms we were born with.

So most people simply accept that part of their own life energy, invested as labour and transformed into 'money' gets taken away by some corporation calling itself government. In return, there is infrastructure like roads, public transport, schools, hospitals and so on, right?

Technically, it's never the government that builds a road or a school. It's people. It's not the government's money that pays for the road or school, it's taxes, the people's money. Which means that infrastructure belongs to the people anyway, they build it and paid for it. However, our ancient legal system claims ownership for infrastructure and grants it to some corporation.

Toll roads and fees on public transport, fees for electricity or communication made the majority of people forget their custodianship of the commons, so they just pay to use what's already theirs. While the exponential increase in usable knowledge creates more actual wealth than ever before in known history, wealth is mainly used to suppress the majority of mankind, to farm them like livestock.

As long as we, as mankind, followed the idea of being custodians of our immediate environment, ie before 'civilisation', our existence didn't leave nasty scars. As soon as a part of humanity elevated themselves to 'own' parts of the environment, respect for Mother Earth diminished. As pinnacle of evolution nothing could restrain the hubris of those in power - using initially religion to obtain power, our 'leaders' felt and acted like god.

Written language became their first power tool. Words chiseled in stone became law, and moved the literati on top of society. For a long time in history, the combination of violence and control over the written law sufficed to convert communities into livestock. The irony of christian terminology becomes only apparent after you unplug from the matrix - until then, the idea of a priest as a shepherd of a flock of sheep just feeds the illusion of certainty and predictability.

While 'civilisation' became more dependent on technology, the 'dominators' (lawmakers) allowed technicians to become the shepherd dogs of the flock. Technicians were sufficiently privileged so that they could claim without lying that their circumstances were comfortable without being part of the leadership, so it can't be all that bad.

In exchange for being commanded around by the shepherds, the shepherd dogs were assured to be safe from culling, and provided with some amount of luxury. This makes it easy for them to claim that the situation ain't that bad, to create a buffer between the sheep and the shepherds, and direct the anger away from those running the show.

But that the powers that be turned into the powers that were, at least from a legal point of view. According to the OPPT , the legal spell that kept the majority of people from making use of their birth right of being and acting freely has been broken. The OPPT has filed all documents necessary under the Uniform Commercial Code (UCC) to reestablish human beings from flesh and blood as having only their creator as authority.

Besides enabling individuals to claim to be adjudicated via the UCC, some banks and governments have been foreclosed, using the UCC filing mechanism as well. Corporations (including governments) never existed as lawful entities, and with the foreclosure notices they cease to exist even as legal entities. Unfortunately, that doesn't close the doors of those entities, as long as people working for them, or dealing (contracting) with them still believe in their legality they will continue to act with impunity against the interest of the people.

Claiming legal authority for one self doesn't mean it comes as a freebie. It implies personal responsibility and liability for any harm caused by oneself, and at the current time, it sets up potential conflict with the Power That Were. It's a step further than engaging in the Freeman/Strawman game plan, which can unleash violence against individuals pursuing this path.

Let me repeat the good news: Corporations and governments have been officially foreclosed. It doesn't make any more legal sense to engage with these entities, instead you can start dealing with the individuals claiming to represent these entities. You are free, which makes the former slave holders quite grumpy.

One day before being homeless

Some bags of clothing are packed and ready to go, the rest of my earthly belongings waits for a pickup in a garage. I'm not looking forward to the uncomfortable back seat of my car, yet it is the only 'home' I can be certain of until I find someone giving me shelter.

I didn't really feel at home in the place I'm leaving tomorrow. How did it all begin to fall apart? When I arrived, there was still a big recliner in front of the entrance, forcing anyone willing to enter through a narrow gap. It wasn't as straight-forward to remove this obstacle, and probably the last obstacle I managed to remove collaboratively with my house mate.

I could have gotten used to the mixture of things - spices spread over various cabinets, glue and packaging in the fridge, tools in the utensil drawer, or bread in the freezer. What made my life tricky was the flux in things used on a regular basis - having found a useful item in a specific place never warranted to find it there again.

While I got 'my' room, I had to share it with someone else's belongings. If space isn't abundant, donating half of the hanging space in the wardrobe to someone not really wanting to get their stuff back, didn't make me feel comfortable at all. Especially as this someone turned out to be more nosey than I expected. 

As it didn't really unpacked my things, getting ready to leave was easier than ever before. I have no idea whether I can make use of the things I want to use and how long they can remain in the damp, insecure garage, but I can't really care much.

On the one hand, there's all these things, tools, memorabilia, books, and on other hand there's my sanity. It's the second time I chose to live out of convenience with someone not wanting to live with me. I got seriously depressed after the first time, and I see similar things emerging now.

What's the pattern here? Living with someone having problems with their life, but no willingness to change. Offering help, without it being requested. However, I know now that I can facilitate change in people willing to change, which adds a different kind of frustration to the situation.

Nevertheless, I have more urgent things to care about. I haven't heard back from the guy that rear-ended my car, I still have no idea when I will have a space as shelter again, I'm running out of money, and haven't figured out how to earn some money while being a nomad.

It's hard to maintain equanimity when facing a situation where elementary needs are no longer met. I know that my situation could be much worse, yet that thought doesn't spend much solace. I can only trust that I'm an arrow being pulled back, before I get released with full force, right onto the target.

I'm a refugee from a country that has given up its sovereignty to an unelected banking consortium, with no idea of individual freedom left or even promised. But as hardly anyone on this continent cares, people react rather hostile to the knowledge of my 'legal' situation.

I leaned out of the window, and now need to learn to fly so that I don't just plummet  to the ground. Having no bed for tomorrow, and hardly anyone whose hospitality I want to stretch, that doesn't feel too comforting. It was okay to spend a night or two in a car before, but it's not really a practical way for something that deserves the name home. My comfort zone of having shelter is gone.

As my car is pretty wrecked, and as there are some phoney laws prohibiting sleeping in a car, I guess I'll have to move around a lot. Which contradicts my dislike for driving, especially for no good reason. Instead of firmly establishing myself in a community, any community, I now have to fend for myself on a daily basis for the essentials. 

Only if I find a new place to live, shared with others, I will find out what lessons I could have learned from this crazy times in Frankston. It's easy to drop even lower - so far I'm just homeless, not hungry, with some money to feed myself and for petrol. Yet having no home isn't too ideal to do my work, or any odd job for that matter.

I learned to give nourishment to the souls of others, and I truly enjoy doing so. As yet, this hasn't me provided with a livelihood. My own soul is yearning for healing, and I know I can heal myself by doing my work…. which means I need to work enough to sustain myself.

Don't worry, be happy. I expected the silver lining for so long, but I didn't encounter much of it in the last few years. And I got tired of the misperception of being alone in this challenge… I totally want to join some collective to go through life till its over. Don't worry, be happy.

So what's next? The big unknown. Total trust in universe. Sink or swim. After lots of domestic drama it's time for comedy. Happiness begins within, although the environment helps a lot to maintain it. I'm balancing a cliff face, with desperation lurking beyond me...

Midweek blues

O what a day

I'd like to say hooray,

but I don't know why

I feel I need to cry.

But the tears won't flow,

as I know I have to go,

I just don't know where,

and I can't stop to care.

I'm in a prison of some kind,

most likely of my mind,

it seems like a battlefield

I'm wandering without a shield.

Where's all the magic,

my life seems so tragic.

Just above rock bottom

While looking for the universal flow,

I hit an entirely absolute low.

My mind is racing, my muscles shaking,

I arrived at a point of breaking.

I wish I knew some magic trick

to bring back peace and love

yet I feel way too sick

to trust in help from above.

While the world keeps spinning

I can only dream of winning

back my trust in community.

While the birds are singing

my ears keep ringing,

waiting for a new opportunity.

Lonely peace maker

My imagination is running wild,

am I listening to my inner child?

My energy levels were soaring

yet I missed out scoring.

Instead I was presented a weird fight,

which robbed me much of a good night.

Great expectations went down the drain

and again I feel liking getting insane.

The universe pushes everything into place,

and I cannot at all influence the pace

of any event's evolution,

let alone that of a revolution.

If only I had known

the perils of the unknown.

Exponential growth

During some photoshop explorations, I came across a structure which reminded me a digital storage unit. It's easy to imagine either the central 'square' as actual bit, or the four oval shapes in red. Each of the ovals could have an on/off information (red/green), or even store an entire byte of information in colour coding (black, white, red, yellow, blue, green, orange, purple).

I called the structure quadbit, and played with the idea of putting more of them in the same space. 

A simple process of multiplying by four started.

1024 of the same

16 K

64K

1M

It doesn't take long to reach a million units, doubling two dimensions and halving another with each step. We still can do with more examples to embody the idea of exponential growth.

Red sunday blues

When the anger starts to boil,

it's about time to recoil,

have a look at yourself in stillness,

instead of acting out some illness.

First, you might think it's in vain,

because there's still this massive pain,

that tortures you night and day,

and doesn't want to go away.

The pain tells us a story,

it shows us one worry

and another and another one

until one day they're all gone.

Don't hold on, learn to let go, 

step from drowning into the flow.

Concession to depression

Speaking words without sound

Painting pictures without brush

as if I'm no rush

to firmly loose my ground.

Listening with deaf ears

seeing with blind eyes

falling for truth and lies

facing all of my fears.

Like a king without a crown

Like a truly sad clown

with a fresh frozen frown

I let myself down.

Feeling the loneliness,

tasting the emptiness.

Unholy threesome

Divide and conquer

The primary deception

lies in the perception

that we're not really whole,

that our parts play their own role.

So we split body and mind,

our feeling and our thinking,

and turn our soul blind

and send our heart sinking.

We still manage to get by,

living this insidious lie.

Our ego takes over control

and acts as if it was the whole.

Yet it's still our own decision

whether to be whole or in division.

Conquered

Once body and mind have disconnected,

which isn't trivial to be corrected,

we become dependent on outer guidance,

available readily for blind compliance.

Our minds start to rationalise

why it's so good to specialise.

Instead of adapting to any environment

we succumb to any given predicament.

Our bodies slowly deteriorate -

isn't that our only fate?

We get used to the creepy feeling

that we have lost our inner healing.

We can still live a life in glory,

but that's a completely different story.

Reunited

We need a body to think and feel,

yet we choose which one is more real -

Our thinking in its lucid clarity,

or our feeling in its plasticity.

Our emotions reflect the whole picture,

while our minds like a clear structure.

This just seems like opposition,

as reality is a delicate composition.

While our ego prefers one or the other,

our soul doesn't really bother -

with impeccable precision

it uses both for any decision.

From the perspective of the whole

each part plays its indispensable role.

Conformity rulez

Most people would take the blue pill

and say it's a choice of free will.

Most people live a life based on lies,

even though it leads to their own demise.

Most people don't mind water spiced with fluoride,

No worries, mate, she'll be right 

Most people ignore chemtrails in the sky,

what can't exist, can't catch their eye.

Most people won't admit breaking any rule,

coz that's what they've learned in school.

Most people accept illicit government,

it's a scam too big to comprehend.

Most people won't show the bravery

to end the matrix of common slavery.

The state of confusion

Prelude

Humanity as a whole can only come so far,

If we repeat the cruel mistake of eternal war.

Right now, it seems like each and every nation

has been infected by a faulty idea of civilisation.

The crown of luxury (1/10)

Mother Earth offers us abundance,

A plenty that gives us the chance

to peacefully share its fruits,

while cherishing its divine roots.

Yet humanity, unaware of its role,

invented the game of control,

divided itself into the few and the many,

those who have all and those who don't have any.

While there's more than enough for everyone,

most humans suffers under the barrel of a gun,

We can't maintain our splendid opulence

without arbitrary and unjust violence

claim the few that occupy the tower of power,

trickling down on the many a golden shower.

Wisdom (2/10)

For the many, life became desperate,

daily survival as permanent struggle,

too many obligations to juggle

to hold onto the trust in one's own fate.

For the few, life became a game,

technology fulfilled surreal dreams,

or at least, so it seems

allowed living without any shame.

Yet others, who came here to stay,

just patiently walked the way,

leaving trails in the unknown,

where they slowly have grown.

With no need for fame and bling,

they just became part of everything.

Understanding (3/10)

Back to nature is the deceptive call,

for which we now easily fall.

If we want to save the planet's sanity,

we have to restrict the numbers of humanity!

Instead of learning more ecology,

let's just praise the natural theology

which declares humanity as enemy

and wants the big culling as remedy.

We can't share like this with all,

Let's kill some people to prevent the fall

into a world without clean water and air,

so that few can live on like this, ain't that fair?

But if 'like this' doesn't work out,

isn't 'like that' worth to try out?

Loving Kindness (4/10)

Life knows only winner

Death transforms the matter

to serve life again o so better.

The human race is only a beginner

in understanding the cycle of life,

that's why society seems such a strife.

If we base our world on competition

we harm ourself and the planet,

and we drown in our own net.

If we want life's completion,

we have to take power from the fool

and play again by nature's rule.

Mother Earth thinks it's alright

if humanity commits collective suicide.

Might (5/10)

It seems like we live in an age of reason,

The prophets of science guiding politics,

advising logically, not playing dirty tricks,

yet ignoring their heart is their biggest treason.

Wholeness still remains neglected,

which keeps thinking disconnected.

Without some inspired intuition

science just creates a scary vision.

We studied long how to kill each other,

even developed some insane will

for a mutual and complete overkill.

Yet if we don't start caring to bother

to integrate heart and soul in our thinking,

we'll happily watch our own ship sinking.

Beauty (6/10)

Humanity seems so ludicrously immature,

in its endless quest for more,

degrading our planet to a whore,

wanting to master Mother nature.

People are treated like cattle,

and we kill those who dare to rattle

on the cages of our needless slavery,

instead of following such bravery.

Hypnotised like a rabbit by a snake

we continue our fearful shake

believing it's a sign of integrity

to submit to imposed authority.

But we only have to answer one call -

the one that comes from the heart and soul.

Victory (7/10)

Many deeds of utter insanity

have been done in the name of rationality.

We still celebrate misunderstood genetics,

and largely misappreciate mimetic.

Instead of engaging in constructive dialogue,

we easily fall prey to any demagogue

who creates the air of mystery

by their own special version of history.

Most words of persuasion are mere empty shell

to disguise the reality of a living hell.

Spin doctors provide the final tweak

to create perfect Orwelian double-speak.

With meaning so readily and easily twisted,

as endangered our whole species is enlisted.

Acknowledgement (8/10)

If we give the wisest one control,

with the power to shape it all,

then everything would be fine,

society rescued from its steady decline.

Yet this is nothing but a fantasy,

an idea so incredibly stale

it doesn't even suit as fairy tale

it's a criminal intellectual heresy.

Because while we hope for a wise leader,

we simply follow the next best cheater.

One thing is certain, at least of today,

politics is nothing but a theatre play.

The moral doesn't even go very deep:

Following leaders makes you a sheep.

Foundation (9/10)

This civilisation isn't worth preserving,

it is build on falsehoods and lies,

controlled by a bunch of all-seeing eyes,

hell instead of heaven humanity is deserving.

We are all born to be free,

not to live in disguised slavery.

The system of human livestock management

has had its time, and it has to end.

We don't need to spill the baby with the bath,

many things we build on this path

will come with us into the future,

if they can be used for our nurture.

But bureaucracy, banking and government

only contributed to humanities detriment.

Kingdom (10/10)

I don't want to suggest haste,

but there's little time to waste.

We don't want to suffocate in pollution,

for most problems we have a clean solution.

The internet created the capacity

to weave a true global community,

to share all that we know

to tap into the cosmic flow.

Nature organises itself,

Let's keep the isms on the shelf

of humanity's primitive history

to finally shape our own destiny.

We don't need yet another revolution,

just commitment to a conscious evolution.