You know, as I sat pondering feeling like shit and how I just have to hang in there for a couple more hours.. it occurred to me yet again how we enforce invisible limitations and cages around ourselves and our lives. I dont have to listen to anyone. And yet, here I am, being miserable and allowing others to dictate what I do with my time. Time itself is an illusion. I dont have to sit here. I am as free as a bird. I can get up and do whatever I want. But, I buy into the group projected reality that in order to live happy, I have to earn pieces of dirty green paper to trade for things to make my life comfortable. I mean, the dirty green paper barely even exists at all any more. In essence money is an absolute illusion. It really isnt real. Its a number on a screen made up of little pixels. And since everyone agrees that its real, it is. But it isnt. The SUN is real. A tomato that tastes good going into my belly is real. The soft fur of my dog as I pet him is real. The joy it brings me to pet my dog is real. The cage I step into everyday and lock behind me is most definitely NOT real.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 18:56:15 +0000
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