In the long trashy slog through time and history, there are certain souls whose earthly, bright-light work shines on. They illuminate the good path of discovery for all of us human beans, for all seeking-souls intent upon knowing ourselves and more fully apprehending the full measure of our humanity.
The world is the stage, the setting, the place we share; a planet on which we labor and love, where we think and feel, wondering why we’re here, what we’re doing, and where we’re going; we wander on and on through this place, delighting in poetic moments, enduring tragedies, and we help others (just as we are helped by others) along the way.
It’s a drama, an eternal striving. Individual lives partake in a grand, macro-perpetual-motion-machine kind of reality program that is ever-molding each of us, whether we realize it or not.
Here, we are free to choose our destinies. The choices we make are influenced by those around us in the milieu of a shared culture. We are guided, for better or worse, and our character, our very beingness, is formed by that guidance.
Most wish to choose wisely. Some do, some don’t. Luckily, if we choose wrongly we can choose to right that wrong choice. Some do, some don’t — sadly, some get interrupted by a serendipitous end before they can right themselves, before they can put their wrongs aright.
And through the whole gut-wrenching process of living and learning it is the example of those whose seeming mastery of life shines the brightest and which is what leads us on. We look to their lives, at how they lived and coped with the same questions and difficulties, in an effort to make sense of our own ways forward.
In these modern times there are ready-made guidance narratives to be found in the psychic-mirror world of a tireless, propagandist media. There is the passive conditioning of TV, news and dramas and comedies, sports, music and movies; and then there is the more self-tailored world of choosing websites and books and activities in hopes of finding a more self-directed, less conditioned life. Either way, the enmeshing of ourselves in exterior guidance mechanisms is perhaps the most influential cultural agent in these times, in this era. Again, one must choose wisely among those who would guide us along.
It is perhaps the wiser among us who keep exterior narratives “in their cage,” opting instead to devote time to self-development in other, self-expanding ways, i.e., beyond the “I like to watch” mode.
Thus, I ask you this: who's your boogeyman? And how did you arrive at the making of your boogeyman? Maybe it was pre-made for you, but you had a hand in the process. Could you unwittingly be your own worst boogeyman?
In any event, who are the guides who got you to YOU? What influences, past and present, individual and cultural, made you into YOU? If you find yourself on a plateau of presumption, having been led there by misdirection, and you base your thinking and opinions upon a shifting sand, "faulty towers" foundation, then I ask you: what kind of fucking shit ever makes any sense whatsoever? (and pardon my language, please, but some down-home, off-color, pissed-off remarks seem appropriate here).
Now, when hero guides come along, such as a Scott Onstott (see my blog post of March 8) or a Dane Wigington (see his interview by Greg Hunter here) my hat goes off to them. Scott’s deep dive into occult symbology and man-made, Masonic/Illuminati weirdness is astonishingly and refreshingly revealing to us poor dopes who are just simply slogging along as best we can, trying to make sense of the world. And “wigged-out” Wigington is an indefatigable guy who’s done his homework, uncovering some amazing (albeit depressing) facts and evidence of tons of horrific, geo-engineered harm being done to us by the same masked malefactors Onstott has already chronicled and exposed for all of us “just plain folks.”
Whether we look to Socrates, to Jesus, to the “Founding Fathers” or to the two sleuths of secret knowledge mentioned above, what is it we crave? We are ever-hoping to find those who can divulge truth (and the beauty of truth) to us, even in all of its twisted pathos, instead of giving us mindless, sugar-coated and covered-up false narratives. Discern, if you can, the truth-tellers, the prophets and the saints among us, known and unknown (e.g., Jimi Hendrix), then and now.
Yes, we can admire and hope to emulate the sly and erudite Socrates, the supernatural God-man-made flesh, Jesus, and our liberty-loving, kick-ass Founding fore-Fathers. We can, and have, learned much from the likes of them. And I never tire of returning and learning from their wisdom. I’ve also written glowing reports about Davy Crocket (Jan. 26 and 27), Mark Twain (April 7), and others — the People thirst for guides, leaders, pathfinders, avatars. And hey, I’m a People person (a kind of populist American National Purple People Eater).
So there you have it. As we suck up to who we really are — the total sum of our life learning and experiences, often colored by flawed leaders, foundational floundering and understandable flip-flopping — we must find guides we can trust to help us weed out truth from falsity, fact from fiction, reality from “woke-headed absurdity.”
Yes, I exhort everyone to wake up. All of you! Wake up! Don’t over-believe in yourself as a mass collection of wrong-headedness resulting from being misled. Have convictions, yes, but be ever-ready to revise toward that which you find truthful and wise.
Beware: trust but verify, while always knowing that dimensions exist outside your immediate ken and these must be thoroughly explored as they explode into your awareness. Not a sermon, just a thought, a nugget, something to tickle your consciousness and nudge your plimsoll. (This harkens back to that gem, Rock My Plimsoul, performed by master-guide-guitarist-and-singer, Jeff Beck. Listen in here. )
