The economic depression...

The money crisis in America is at the fault of the people. We are distracted. This isnt spiritual bullshit. Our survival as a creature... the whole of the human animal is squarely sitting on our own shoulders. Each clever scheme that further manipulates Nature's orginial balance will eventually create an over-correct which will be disasterous for those caught in the wake. Can we all zoom out? We have forgotten how to grow plants and make our own clothes. Can we be the long anticipated movement waiting to be fullfilled? We starve some so they will function off of the refuse so that a few can forget what this is all based on. We have created a self propelled spirit. A song called consumerism. Babylon. When was the last time you spent $5 and had a custom shirt made just for your beautiful body from your own handpicked fabric? Or did you hand over $80 for that sweatshop work? Who now is the slave master? Bloody bling bling. All we have to do is stop and listen to the silent song of Eden sing... even blare the beauty of god in your face thru every breath upon the senses. Yea, your pretty. So what else can you do? Do you know how to live? The dumb are so smart and the smart so dumb. I drempt you were coming today. Will we get to see you?

We have a long way to go....in an instant.

I have this feeling of sadness or disillusionment due to my perception of this worlds current state. To use fear for unification is juvenile. The act of immaturity... it reaps a people in shock. Self preserving cases our past into the form of a golden idol. Can we all move in singular fashion? Where each of us follows the individual Heart Path inherent to each and every Human Being cell of this Human Body? Can the Human Creature collectivly sit still? Maybe the sabbath is to give the rest of nature a rest from the effects of our human race. Where are we going? And why are we fighting ourself? what is this appetite that we each nurture at the risk of being consumed? There is trash everywhere! The wrappers of our feast. We are bizzare. Its all bullshit! We cant see god that is already all of this. A pre existing fact of eternal reality regardless of what we choose to take seriously in this epic Choose Your Own Adventure. Except this one doesnt work if you fingermark the last chapter you read incase you change your mind. Fully living and fully dying. All of it. Day. Night. Before numbers and our foolish game of time... Day. Night. Life. Death. Blinking truths forming the IS. It. Just. Is. All of It. Fear is bullshit. Money is bullshit. Its all distractions from the Beautiful. Can we use the byproduct of life, carbon, and sculpt sculptures that will bare evidence of our souls endless immortality? Or are we still gonna keep charging each other to take a shit? Collect the scraps from the table of the past. History is all good but you and I are real NOW. What is ourstory? How beautifuly can we sculpt our byproducts? We are messy. We will collapse on ourselves and be purged by our own hands should we continue in current style and pattern. Let go of all of it. And care for all of it. And let go of all of it. And take care for all of it. Yes. That big. Impossibly possible.