A Tidal Wave of Monsters and Devils, Torture and War.

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If we are sucked into the media vacuum, infiltrated by disturbing images of violence and corruption which become natural to us, then little by little we will not notice anything good and filled with light.  If we are only stimulated by death and demise, by materialistic mystery and gore, then how can we be aware of the real universe, the infinity and eternity we are each vital components of? The natural energy in the wild undisturbed places, flowing and pulsing, is the true nature of the planet, and it is our true nature too. These snapshots and effigies of terror we cram into our eyes, block our true nature as well as damaging the planet at many and various levels.Japanese weather 4

For the majority of us, in our relaxation time away from work and other responsibilities, we willingly fill ourselves with monsters and demons, with the filth and greed of urban life. Hungry ghosts are howling all around us, their suffering intense and, we say, unimaginable. But there is no question of using the imagination to stand in the shoes of others because we ourselves are deeply suffering beneath the veneer of respectability, the fragile semblance of convenience and fulfilment. We too are howling in the pits of our spirits – a million suicides, thousands of torture methods, starvation and sensory deprivation, hounded and hided. When we have had enough, we flick away the sordid pictures of evil as someone else’s business, the concern of the powers that be, then swallow and get on with creating our own brand of it.

In a string of movies, articles and books widely available, even popular, we can find torture, abuse, greed and ignorance on a grand scale; lust and betrayal, and the fertilising of more and more babies in the name of calming the irrepressible urges. At each channel change, the mutating of deadly diseases and aliens which target us and fix us as fugitives from our own souls, our true nature, abound. We run in terror, always in the dark depending on fickle torchlight instead of our own light, bewildered and manipulated by others. We are rats in a maze of fear entirely synthesised by the mind, so heavily drugged by our own picture shows, that we cannot climb a nearby tree to see the exit.

In just one session of viewing the flashing screen, I am both tortured and torture, the rack stretching me, my victim, until the tendons and ligaments snap. I hold hospital cardiologists at gunpoint because my son will die without a transplant, and I am too poor to buy him a heart. I am a politician involved in Hell Realmsoutsourcing the killing of Moslems in Iraq to mercenaries, paying them billions of dollars to take them out of my hands. I am a special squad policeman wading through the sewers every night, working through suicides and poisonous snakes, bag-snatchers who sell their merchandise for inflated prices so they can buy their cocaine fixes, the possessed who bite and speak in scrambled tongues, a dead baby found in the gutter and live baby in the womb of my wife. Human life seems irreversibly doomed. It is a living hell.

The oblivion of orgasms, inebriation and lap dancers are what most people pursue, either openly or in secret. Erotic videos flood the internet which most of us instantly judge and dismiss, and yet we are the egocentric handsome guy masturbating while not losing eye-contact with the camera lens for a second except to see how enormous he has become, and we wait too for his moment of sticky heaven. We are the circus acts of hard inflamed penises curling and thrusting into mouths and assorted orifices in tandem. We are the insatiable girl who writhes repeatedly on a rod-like penis for the camera, blatant, moaning, putting off the moment of explosion masterfully. We writhe, we are repeatedly renewed, we feel mistaken love, and flood with hormones we are told are healthy.image

All this, not just the respectable parts, is us. Each horror is a bubble constituting the massive wave of in-balance and artificiality. How can we not long for the end of this onslaught, this hell realm? How can we not long to know that our awareness has expanded to blot it all out, the veil of death lifted, and that our physical bodies are no longer needed. That it is the state of the human race. Only our emptiness and detachment will make it stop. Only letting our positive and undistorted light shine out into the invisible world will balance this visible world. Our compassion and acceptance is the only subduing influence that we can bring to bear on this deluge which constantly batters the shores of our true nature.

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