This is a post including 2 channeled automatic writings on the same subject. I had received the most recent one, actually having forgotten about the first one until I was going through my book to transcribe the messages on the blog. One of the messages was included in a video that is embedded below.
Monday, September 9, 2024
Stop romanticizing the past. It has always been this way. Confusing, uncertain, filled with lies, delusion, and malice. Survival of the fittest, they say. More often it is survival of the sickest.
It is not on you to understand these things that are un-understandable. Do not worry about how everyone else is getting by. Worry about you and yours. But stop telling yourself that it was better so many thousands of years ago. Stop using that as a metric for your individual or societal success. There is no goodness to return to, no way to ascend past the pain of the past. Existence is pain. It has always been this way. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
I'm so sick
Infected with where I live
Let me life without this empty bliss
Selfishness
I'm so sick
~I'm So Sick, Flyleaf
You want to be pure, to be cured, but this requires a sacrifice no one - not even Jesus - could make. Towers will fall and presidents will crumble. Institutions wax and wane, politics will always be present one way or another. Don't lose sleep on these things, over men and women who pretend to care so you'll line their pockets and cover their grimy teeth in gold. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. And yet, the sinless are nowhere to be found. They are away in the monasteries, up in the mountains, living on the streets and hidden amongst the grime. If you met a sinless man you wouldn't know what to think of him. He would stay silent, have no children, do his best not to look you in the eye. The sinless know their place and they do not question the way of the world - they merely move through it, doing nothing, seeking nothing, waiting for their turn to die.
I do not ask my children to be sinless. My children are not martyrs. They are warriors. They see the world as it is, and instead of accepting it, fight against it. They fight for their own sovereignty and the sovereignty of others. War is messy business. Don't worry about a little righteous mess.
There are selfish sinners and righteous sinners. Do you walk all over others for your own gain, or do you tear down the rich man's temple to free the nuns held against their will? Do you scam the poor man so you can be richer, or do you steal from the rich to give to the poor?
Stop trying to appeal to people who will never appreciate you. Stop selling yourself short, "taking one for the team" to make someone - who actually cares nothing about you - happy.
Sunday, October 6, 2024
It has always been this way. No better and no worse. Nothing ever really changes; it just dies. It dies and the earth shifts her shapes, new things grow old and old things become new. The world is not coming to an end. There is no end.
What is there to end? Your one specific life? What significance do you hold over the land, the sea, the sky?
Remember the order of things. Remember that Death is not a singularity. Remember the bigness of life, and the smallness of a single cell. Cells die and become new things; the body knows what to do with itself. The land, the sea, the sky all know what to do. When you die, you are recycled into them, organized according to your elements and crafted into new and useful things. There is no end.
Death itself is nothing to fear. It is an everyday occurrence, like eating, breathing, or sleeping. What you should fear is those who wish for you to be afraid. Life is much scarier than Death.
I am Death; yes, that is me! I am She that comes for you in your darkest hours, blood spilling from the rivers and clothes soaked with fear. I am Death; I am She; but I do not end you.
It has always been this way. No better and no worse. There have always been men who pillage women and care nothing for their children. There have always been tyrants, and politics, and war. Always a war. It's always been this way. Your longing for a time when it was or will be better is a subtly masked nostalgia for your childhood, when you did not know about Death. But I have always been coming for you. Ignorance may be bliss, but it does not make you invincible.
There are no gods coming down from the sky. No little grey men with long faces chasing you down, trying to destroy the universe as you know it. You are made up of a million stars that exploded a long time ago; you are made of Death, and this frightens you. Your fear of the little grey men with long faces is a subtly masked fear of the truth.
I am not coming so that you will be saved. I do not crucify myself so my children might live. Death begets only death; seed to seed; karma to curse. Life is a long, unbroken line of Death. It has always been this way.
If I only could
Make a deal with god
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
If I only could
~Running up that Hill, Kate Bush
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