storm clouds gathering
Some see the spheres in the sky, the lights. Others don't. Some can hear and feel frequencies while others don't. Your mileage may vary and there's nothing to argue about it in. They've been calling me crazy since creation. Calling my mother crazy, her mother before her. Generations of awakened ones have lived and died, truly dedicated practitioners. Some really got free and were able to help others, created spaces that were safe enough to delve into the mysteries without interference, but some weren't actually interested in freedom for everyone— those personality cults and communes run by charismatic leaders driving luxury cars and sexing everyone they could get their grubby hands on.
The kind of thing where somebody dresses all in white or yellow, maroon and inflicts an order on others, the guru days. Give all your money to me. As your leader, I will be draped in silks and woolens, drenched in the most pleasing perfumes. Sit me up on pillows and prop me up on thrones— that kind of thing. People have always had power and been too scared to embody it, feeling much more comfortable in giving it away and deferring to someone else. As if someone else knows more, knows better. We travel different distances at different rates. Of course there are always those who know more, embody more wisdom, have more experience, but they're no different. We're made of the same stuff— stars and garbage. Everyone belongs here. Everyone has every right. Everyone deserves full access and support, care, dignity. All beings everywhere without exception.
Not everyone shares the same view though. So many are in it for themselves, fighting invisible battles, suffering unspeakable hardships. The person who held the subway gate open at Jay Street around 3 pm yesterday, doing someone else a kindness and they were beaten to death for it. Had their head stomped in by someone who was wielding a sword. Not everyone here is ok right now. All manner of psychosis is rampant. Frequencies of fear have been spiking for some time. These are rough rapids that could suck us in and bring us all to our collective demise. In that world— the world where that's what's happening.