I remember a particular exchange. As always with me-a strange thing to remember as seemingly nothing interesting happened.
I stood in line on some convenience store gas station to buy my signature drink and snack. As I waited in a short line, I began to grow impatient. I looked ahead to see what the heck was taking so long. A medium-young man was at the counter scribbling in his pocket book. He had a bank card but was making the cashier wait for him to enter it into his check register before she ran it.
“I can always tell who actually keep track of their finances.” the cashier remarked; an older smoke-aged woman with a harsh rasp. She had a smug look on her face. The man grinned and handed over the card.
“Gotta keep track of the account.” He gathered his things and left after the payment went through.
I felt miffed on more than one level. Perhaps that is why I remember. There was a personal quality of derision for anyone who didn’t happen to keep a register handy to manually write down and compute their own balance with every transaction. But also, I had a vague sense that it was a wrong type of pride. It was the pride of the slave. The pride of the ass kisser; the teacher’s pet.
Now, of course knowing what I now know, it strikes me as a devious and clever way to cement and keep in view the scarcity mindset. That one’s ability to participate in the world and life is fundamentally created by digits in a bank account, somewhere. That when those digits were depleted, there was no participation opportunity left. This would be impossible to impose upon anyone-and I do mean anyone- of even the most modest intelligence without unrelenting, ubiquitous indoctrination from at least 7 or 8 years old through on to adulthood. The human spirit is such that, without this unrelenting indoctrination, with any hint or suggestion of any other way of being, it would be seized with such ferocity of a need and love for freedom that no-thing would ever stop it. And we see that happening all over the world, now.
Someone, somewhere, saw a hint. That one pursued it and maybe gave another one a hint. And so on. It isn’t necessary that the hint be a true peak into reality. It is only necessary that the one has some direct experience of something else. The whole thing falls to shreds-just the same as it would be claimed that so-called virus’ can tear a set of human lungs to shreds. Its is just the same, but inverted. The bodies of human beings are not torn apart by any-thing except their own minds. It is only the maya-mind of illusion that is capable of viral infection, reproduction and transmission. The very same maya-mind that is made of trauma, and controlled through fear-based reactions to rhetoric. Mind Control. Except that-the mind is the prison.
Contrary to our contemporary belief that we are more advanced, savvy, and literate; we are like monkeys. We have been so dumbed down that we believe the mind is us. That our mind is ours. That our thoughts are our thoughts and our emotions are authentic-!
They’re not.
The mind is how ‘they’ control you. Hence the moniker Mind Control. It’s the easiest game on the planet- until it isn’t. Because if everyone in power or with importance believes he or she ‘has’ a mind, they will spread the virus to everyone around them.
Until they don’t.
It only takes one in the 8 or 9 or 10 billion to have an inkling that the mind is not them. That the mind isn’t even a natural human experience- that the mind is a control device implanted and installed in every single human being through trauma and reactionary fear based techniques. Violence. Scarcity. Savagery. Anarchy. Collapse. All fear-based programs for a mind that is designed to feed the one emotion that is most distracting from a peaceful being-ness. Fear.
There is peaceful, whole, complete, being-ness, ** or** there is the mind. They are mutually exclusive.
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