I used to think that I knew how the world operates and then
I found things like drugs and money to help me see the real world the world
without illusion. I mean universally we would require things like money,
entertainment, and drugs to keep us sane but universally is another story, we
live in a world of familiar circumstance. We live in an illusion that makes
people question the abnormal and bizarre to the point of seeming obsession.
What an interesting world where you cannot even be nocturnal without losing
some of your inherent humanity. We live in a
world of uncaring seeming conservatism that borders on nationalism in
some areas where people that are not fit for the system are casually dragged
through the streets of addiction where they simply get diseases suffer and die
because they lack the emotional quotient to prop up the system in some way.
People that lack motivation or have a fundamentally altered consciousness are
the ones to be despised and given a life of poverty. I think it is always wise
to look at how ancient cultures operated like the time forgotten Buddhists
while there are many truths where you look around can you imagine how shaken to
the core a Buddhist would be if you simply proposed the idea that there is no
Buddha there never was and there never will be. It’s almost as silly as the
entire notion of our reality our faiths and our structure while these things
keep us in illusion even further. I am actually surprised I stuck with my male
art so long I guess it’s the nostalgia of admiring the male form, I mean the
same passion wouldn’t be there if I was painting grasslands or whatever haha
but it’s much more than that, it’s a universal idealism in something
aesthetically beautiful. Like right now off my porch there is a tree frog
croaking with all it’s might and how could I think this is not beautiful, that
this is a prison? Karmically you are better off wherever you are born and not
so many people can be born in a thousands year old system so they have evidence
of it being that old, it seems to be the same old regurgitation of facts of
reality everywhere you look and the same old group of elderly criminals and
magicians that have their tentacles in all measures of reality. Honestly I
think I would give my Buddhist master a heart attack if I was to become a monk
but I also like facets of my reality like nocturnalism, reclusiveness, a life
partner, the forest, and 420 I mean they tell me its bad for me but isn’t that
for one to decide not another, this world of self policing our inhabitants is
insane how much they have us all programmed into policing our physical reality
to the point of nausea that is why I had to move out of the monarch sciences
exhibits known cities but elsewhere I know I am detected and despised being an
individual of rebellion and anomaly. There are 1,000,000 realities that are
unmeasurably more harsh than your own, so please take comfort that you have the
things you need and then some. Take comfort that you have free will. Take
comfort in the fact that you have faith and belief, that you are honest, happy,
that you are strong enough to overcome the programming and the harshness and
all that comes with understanding illusion. Take comfort.