Up is Down 🔻

 Time keeps on tickin’.

    Monday, bloody Monday. We are gathered here today, to pay homage to the moon. As we embark on another week to remember, tackling the very evil which lies within the world. Soldiers of God, shine your light and shine it bright, for no weapon formed against shall prosper. 

    Sometimes I struggle with the idea of constantly moving forward. It becomes difficult, to increase your speed, with no given direction. The age-old saying is, without a heading, no wind is favourable. I suppose that is true. We are meant to be constantly pushing forward, chasing something ahead of us. Chasing a better house, better car, better opportunities. Yet we never really take a chance to sit back and smell the flowers. To appreciate what we already find ourselves surrounded by. I often wonder if we are being pushed thru a conveyor belt as quickly as possible, in order to rob us completely of our experience here on Earth. 

    Things seem backwards nowadays, and I don’t really know what’s going on. I no longer wish to keep up with the story or plot, I’ve simply fallen out of love with the writing. The never-ending characters, constantly being introduced and forced down our throats. The never-ending plot, where each moment seems like it’s meant to be the most important time of your life. Always driving us to consume, more, more, more. If you aren’t consuming, then something is wrong with you. We are being brainwashed and manipulated like slaves, or worse. Like robots. 

    What’s so wrong with being a human being? What’s so criminal, about wanting to take your time and enjoy the scenery. Why must we be exploited and forced to simply achieve something we no longer wish to perceive? We’re being driven to death, unknowingly. We are being worked to our graves, beaten to a pulp. We have allowed ourselves to become the weakest forms of life on this planet, constantly being walked upon by others in power. Others, which we have willingly allowed to rule over us. Individuals, which we have openly accepted as simply being “superior”. The concept itself is mind-bending. The very idea, that we, here on Earth, are apart of a hierarchy, is bananas. There is no question, that we are all operating on different frequencies. We are all working on different levels of the same game. Does that make some higher than others? Perhaps, yes. However, at the end of the day, it’s all human. It’s all a bag of bones, running around, executing our wills. Executing our fears and desires, attempting to play God.

    All men bleed. That is a fact. No matter how much we try and hide it, we are all human. We all submit to the same physical laws of the Universe as everybody else. Which reinforces the concept that we are all the same. Perhaps not equal, as previously mentioned. Perhaps, we are all on different levels. However, we are all playing the same game. Same-same, but different. We are all born here on Earth with a purpose and a mission. Something, which most spend their entire lives trying to figure out. Some, however, can’t even be bothered with it. They simply accept what it is, and move on about their days. They are willing to bend the knee, to whoever comes about. They are weak in spirit and in soul, with a will made of plastic. A little bit of heat, a little bit of pressure, and they fold. The very idea of individuality and wanting something different, is thrown out the window.

    Very few are willing to walk alone. The path towards becoming an individual is one which requires a ton of self-sacrifice and discipline. Two qualities, which are rare to find. Especially nowadays, where everything is within an arms reach. We are capable of having all of our voids filled, simply with a click of a button. Lonely? No worries, here are messages to fill you with dopamine. Hungry? Say less, food is on its way. Bored? Tune in, the worlds greatest entertainment. Everything. Everywhere. All at once. At a certain point, even the strongest of individuals, no longer see the point. They no longer see why they should stand tall and keep on fighting. Much more enjoyable to simply give in, and follow the crowd, no? 

    Life seems like a never-ending battle between our own will, and the world we live in. Society, constantly beating us down to a pulp. It’s rather genius, when you think about it. Why have individuals who are willing to stand up, and change the world? The system isn’t broken, it’s working exactly as planned. Which is why they need us all to sit still and be quiet. Don’t ask too many questions, don’t try to break the wheel. The people on top of the hierarchy are eating well, and the people at the bottom are getting scraps. Life is good! Don’t mess this up for everybody. Which is exactly what the people on top continue to say. They continue to push a rhetoric upon the masses, pretending like they should be grateful for all which they receive. They push an agenda, pretending that we are better off with them in charge. That we are better off, sitting down and taking orders, than standing up and thinking for ourselves. The concept is completely bonkers.

    Bonkers, yet working. Insane, yet genius. Evil, yet somehow being pushed as for our own good. Up is Down. Everything, everywhere, has been flipped. It’s all backwards. And that’s the point, isn’t it? To break down the human soul, the human structure, to the point where they question their own thoughts. To reject the evidence which is laying right before them, and have them all ignore their intuition within. To gaslight and lie to their own soul, their own spirit, and convince themselves that they’re the ones in the wrong. The entire system is flipped upon itself, leaving us all scratching our heads, and moving along.

    The giant factory. The giant conveyor belt. Work, work, work. Grind. Don’t stop. Don’t slow down. Don’t even pause to think about it. You simply must do as you’re told, and continue to move in the direction that we tell you. The never-ending push towards inevitable death. The denying of our own gifts and ideas, in order to fit into the mold. Constantly second-guessing our own thoughts, in order to simply fit in with the crowd. 

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing” - Dostoevsky

        Glory Be, 

                    Amen.