"we-just-wanna-feel-good"

There was a film a while back making the rounds of the pay networks, rated for mature audiences called Monsters Ball.  You may have seen it.  There is a line within the dialogue that comes to mind more often than usual for typically memorable film quotes, "I-just-wanna-feel-good." If you've seen the film, you know Lucretia (Halle Berry); needs to feel good, due to the fact she feels so bad and has been feeling irrecoverably bad for a long time and for very good reasons. She's lost her husband to prison execution, her home is foreclosed, one follows the other, right, her obese son a victim of hit and run, her only employment a two-week waitressing gig for someone else on vacation.

The truth in that line is everybody's truth, like it or not, but feeling good is definitely not in the cards for little people without going to extremes to avoid all the unnatural and complex detours into bureaucratic cul de sacs involved with surviving intact the nightmare our once-normal, once-routine lifestyles have now become.  Monsters Ball and Inception are but two recent examples, Inception being the portrait of a life lived in layers of dreams, anchored by a small brass top, once spun,  places the spinner into yet another dream, all of which are eventually supposed to mean something, but doesn't mean anything more than a digitized burp depicting the little peoples' everyday experience in the maze our lives have unwittingly entered.  Its a jungle out there.  A minefield.  You are advised to tread cautiously and read between the lines.  Supposedly fictional, these screenplays are written by someone.  To write well, the experience must ring true.  Fake, we are already too familiar with, you know it can't pass for truth on any level, but authentic writing requires the author to have walked in the shoes of his storyline on some level close to home.  Fiction, for the most part, is not exactly fictional if its in any manner worthy of your time.

The oxymorons of these days leave us speechless.  When you pause to examine your own behavior, there are missing in-betweens, those spaces where we breathe evenly, carry out routine tasks, go from one activity to the next seamlessly.  Instead, what is taking place is a halting awareness of the swinging pendulum, good to bad, bad to good, where life unfolds as sweetly as it will, or cruelly as it does.  We stand at the gates peering into the Zombie Food Court during its expanding construction program, a timeless wonder, a partnership of fundie icons engaging the wariest of travelers with Disney-Bellagio hallucinations in the interior PCP circular stair crawl to the stars.  Towering above them, we see down, lower and deeper into the  darkness of the void,  before jerking back on a bungee just in time, feet landing in dirt, weeds show clawing at the edges of the cliff overhanging the bubbling deep fry.  It is strange, this SCOTUS ruling, because if you go outdoors naked, you will certainly be hauled off by enforcement to the big house where you will be lawfully stripped-searched.  In this fashion, your nakedness would make it less physically and vocally exerting for the enforcement force to perform their in-house tasks.  How easy is it anyway to strip an already naked human being?  Have no doubt, such a case will likely be argued soon enough.  And have positively, absolutely, an entire mountain range of probability that however the case comes to the forefront, you will be strikingly horrified, alarmed all over again and repulsed at the stunning twists and turns presented in the ruling.  Ah, but this is everyday life in its twenty-first century normal.  A nonstop Ken Kesey bus as bullet train to destinations no one has ever been before or returned from. 

We've been dealing with a rocky relationship from the start, exacerbated with too much outside input and too little interpersonal communication.  Chart it if you like, you'll see the pattern easily.  Neither the North nor the South Poles know what the other feels, wants, desires, is drawn towards, dislikes, loathes, does with their time elsewhere, or acknowledges any naturally human traits that make up the integrity of the individual having given up on giving a damn long ago.  Both do what they wish, compassion is a lie, guilt omnipresent, existing day after day, year after year under  pressure to perform positively inside the chill winds of ambient abuse, all involved resolute in their correctness.  Sound familiar?

It appears unlikely we have the slightest control over what is taking place on the ground.  According to Mick's new essay, we do however have command over the universe in that our direct connection to the outcomes lie within each soul making up the body of the species known to us as homo sapien.  In other words, to quell planetary chaos, our job is simple, while from the perspective of the vain individual, impossible to accomplish.  To escape the repeating cycle of the little man forever locked into ancient patterns of self-annihilation writ small, then writ larger becoming even smaller, again reproducing himself as larger on some false ideal of his significance within the total scheme, we only need recall these words: Come Together.  Anything short of One Love insures continuance of ignorance resulting in guaranteed extinction and the dissolution of our planet into space dust ...  which could happen at any time, suddenly or gradually.  Were the living species warned the Pleistocene would wash over soils and habitats?  Of course, there were signs just as the signs are present today.  I don't find it frightening at all, its rather beautiful and predestined, freeing in fact, to be a part of the Universe completely unrelated to beginnings and endings beyond the indulgent, noxious deviations among our floundering species.  There at last is the reason many of us never feel good, confused, ill and out of context with the life experience, frequently succumbing to antagonists served up through the deep fry bubbling over into the mainstream, the TAO balance ever evident and taken for granted, void of compassionate understanding our entire borrowed existence in these flesh envelopes temporarily offered  us for the sole purpose to make whole the most natural and beneficial nutrient as only seven billion heavenly sources of purity and love can and must do. In our shallow minds, we insist on immediate gratification never imagining  its TAO partner, there can be no fast without slow.

A few years ago I presented a similar piece which was hotly contested by the few oldschool Ayn Randers still working their useless schtick exposing themselves as not nearly as intelligent as they saw themselves to be.  The point I made and make again is the same, the time nears we must get it together with our bredren in spite of their perspectives.  There is no enemy.  There are only destructive, degrading forces unaware of Universal consequence, forces which must adapt into awareness of the higher principles required for a peaceful transition as we join the Milky Way.  I see this as the only possibility for infinite growth - out there.  The infinite growth so treasured by little man treasuries willingly ensnared under the law of gravity, can only come about by living every moment with right intention, a state actually available to all by simply putting the matter of planetary continuation in the forefront of your every thought and action.

If the results of the effort do not come to fruition in our lifetime, it matters none, wherever its going, it will get there on a timetable of its own. To have seen and to have put in our seemingly miniscule portion is all that matters regardless of the outcome.  That we work towards  transition as bearers of positive change allows the possibility of positive change to take place at all.  We have no way of knowing our entrance into the Milky Way will be the last stop for Earth either.  When you can grasp a glimpse into the magnitude of future possibility based on unlimited Universal unknowns, as it eviscerates knowing though humanity's mundane meat-grinder, you will, it is guaranteed, at last feel good.

He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is
You got to be free
Come together, right now
Over me

*****

Heard of MiFi?  To date we have been using the internet in the typical manner humans waste their God-given potential, twisted as usual into a profit vehicle doubling as crowd control extending the false and backward interpretation of infinite growth within the low and growing lower consciousness of our species. It could instead, become a brilliant mechanism though which trust and OneLove deliver us from suicidal hopelessness and wallowing inside repeating circles of increasing failure, great minds saw this potential years before it was Bernaysed into its present existence.  You might recall BBS?  Forget Al Gore's claim, the web was originally developed through the selfless dedication of skilled human beings as a medium for sharing and building as seva, where enrichment fantasies were not a consideration. 

If you read the comments in the last post, you might have noticed I was down for awhile, plodding though the dumpsters of sleazoid bread and circuses carpetbagging though urbanista, destined to be overtaken yet again by yet another and another grand promenade for profit, here today, more tomorrow, until finally the babysitter's abusive hold could no longer contain the overflow of clownish justifications.  All it took was one enlightened being from the real world of compassionate intelligence to clue me in to what could be and I remain sincerely grateful.  If you can get onto MiFi, you'll do yourself a favor, but do exercise caution, overuse and misguided intention could take you away from our true purpose.  I leave you to light your own path.  Jah guide.

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