Re: From Jazzpen to Shanjuran vis Eagle Red
I live alone. I have a camp-site on top of a hill. It is very beautiful.
The reason that I find myself alone is because, for all practical purposes, I AM alone.
How can I expect or even hope to make meaningful contact with people who are held so tightly by the grip of '3D' that they actually accept their entrapment, albiet unwittingly.
At least they are, some anyhow, I think, beginning to SEE me now even though they presume I must be one of them, albiet an 'oddity'.
Little do they realise (yet) that I certainly am not 'one of them' and that this 'oddity' originates from somewhere beyond their present conception and experience.
They are blinded to the reality that I represent as well as to their own entrapment by a variety of factors not the least being that they mindlessly swallow the bullshit that is spoon-fed to them continually.
Bullshit is bullshit but it is so subtlely spiced and flavoured that the poor bastards don't recognise it for what it is.
A large number are so enmeshed they no longer have possession over their own thoughts, feelings, bodies. They have become little more than programmed human automatoms.
I reject such 'people'. I recognise then instantly. They are not welcome anywhere near me or my camp-site. The birds, watching from the tallest trees, let me know if a 3D Being is sneaking around. Nature looks out for me. I don't have to fear anything or one, and I don't.
Terminal access is limited. I will write again when I am able.