It Works When You Are Really Sick

When you are feeling great and are 'on-top-of-the-world,' usually you are not going to spend the time just patiently listening, waiting for something to happen...

And if the music doesn't seem to be 'going anywhere,' getting to some place, conveying some 'meaning' through the words or melody, then you are not going to 'waste your time.'

Our standard Western culture has no methodology of living with pain.

Sixties model Jane Birkin, after whom the
impossible-to-afford/buy Hermes
handbag was named, apparently
traveled to the (real)
Khyber Pass, and from that
came the inspiration
for this still-available fragrance.
Which I have not experienced.
Maybe one day I will.

 

That is, there is no cultural understanding or acceptance of it as something natural and useful.

The problem is though, that even if you simply eliminated the pain, of some given condition, that does not mean the condition itself has been resolved.

Time it takes (said Yoda), to fix your body.

In our world today, sometimes it is not even physical pain as such, that is intruding into our existence, and our love of life -, it is the way of modern life itself, which is painful.

I have been spending a lot of time here, talking about seeing other worlds, getting in contact with other creatures besides ordinary humans - which is also somewhat of a 'temporary' jolt, a sudden intervention into the flow of things...

Going outside of our own natural place, is a mistake.

The fact is, to a very large extent, the 'other beings' are already in our world. We just don't see them. Or not that easily and no one else generally believes such things are around. Our culture has not recently been in touch with the methods our ancient ancestors well knew, for how to interact with what is also here with us.

And that is because we live in a post-Industrial world. What this means is that the 'industrialized product,' is something which is built to meet only the minimum legal requirement for some 'name' or label or thing - it is not a matter any longer of 'economies of scale' but rather, mass minimum value items, so that there is the semblance only, of 'compliance' and the maximum of exploitation.

Your time has been industrialized.

To the point where we do not know what exists in our world. 

Yes we can get the SUV and 'go out' to some designated 'wilderness' but that isn't real.

We can go on vacations but that is highly-organised and scheduled.

Ginger and turmeric are
known anti-inflammation
agents.

We are in social and cultural pain but are mostly, not even aware of it because our own senses have been anesthetized.

There are countless channels on YT declaring that so-and-so ex-military guy knows there are ET Aliens. 

Well of course there are. He ain't gonna see them though, and nor is he going to be able to tell you where to go to meet them. ...Maybe he knows from some electronic tracking recording or data. So what.

Why, on Earth, would a super-advanced, highest of high-tech, socially organised optimally, group of intelligent people ('beings' if you insist!) want to or even try to, contact people who have no time, have completely anesthetized senses, don't have a clue about themselves much less any other kinds of advanced species and races, have no control of their own lives...

Seriously what is even the point of living on this planet, spending the whole of your life -, being completely oblivious to what is actually here, and well-known to be here!

'But, but, I need to work to make a living!'

Really? In the post-Industrial world and its fake pretend economy? Or in some situation where you are attaining economic results suited to a genuine 'peak predator.'

But how, how does one do that?

Well let me relate to you a thing which happened to me just yesterday, and that might serve to note how we fail to detect the harmonics of what is going on around us, because we just assume too much and it's all wrong; we take what seems to be going on around us for granted that it is the reality.

Paris-to-Dakar. Used to be
one of the most interesting, most
thrilling things around.
Can't have it anymore, of course.
Because -.

I was slowly traipsing down one of the city streets, and I noticed one of the many 'street people,' one of the 'beggars' as all of them pretty much are you'd have to think - walking at the same quick pace as everyone else, as all of the city office workers and retail employees and managers. Gee, he must have some important place to go... He seemed so busy and so definite in his walk and proceeding on his path, somewhere.

Frankly I felt quite a bit left out from the general society around me because in the first place I could just not muster the energy, and there was no place so important for me to go to in any kind of hurry right for the moment. They all seemed to have important places to go to.

And they seemed like important people. I had just a vaguely sweaty white T-shirt on (it was pretty hot still down here for this time of year) and nondescript jeans and what-not.

You carry on like these mad people and you will be so deluded that you will think the world is just city slaves and street-people, quick-'food' and jobs and money and ambition and power, and of course you will never see the real opportunities. 

I am absolutely not important. I just don't need to 'get to heaven' any time soon/right away because, well -.

Here.

Start here. Slow TF down and start here: