drama fuels the human game, the tv and the magazines all function on high drama, exploiting and perpetuating a reality sandwich that offers no nutrition and ingestion. it's the glamour that dare not speak it's name, the maya that wraps itself around us like a cool ice machine smog, the weeping world becomes denser, nature has no place for these things, when was the last time you heard an aardvark suggest that a prominent member of it's local community needs to loose weight or get divorced, they just get on with it, what ever aardvark consciousness is, it's free. but the human game entraps. it's designed to. its a fable baby, filling a need that can't be filled by constructed reality. wanna be happy you gotta get to the truth, that takes a lot of front, not everyone can do it, not everyone wants to. it's all choice, ha! thats the killing joke.
bad choices, i made a few, dumb choices i made heaps, smart choices i got lucky a few times, but the best choices are the ones that i had no control over, they just came into being through my subconscious and the universal directive.
you see you have to know when to surrender and when not to.
it's only learnt through humility.
humility is a great teacher.
it's a powerful choice.
the native indians of north america know this, they look for this in their leaders, they know that without it they are lost.
a warrior knows this, it is a good day to die.
and the impulse towards drama and invoking drama must be slain, lest the stranglehold of the glamour drag us into it's insanity which explains the modern world. no amount therapy, no amount of medication, no amount of immersion will stop this decay, just offer another inauthentic construct to deal with another, the only way through this is through seeing the whole human game, power and control, are you enslaved or liberated and do you wanna be free.