Close your eyes and clone yourself, build your heart and army, to defend your innocence.
Well, you do everything wrong. Don't be scared to walk alone. Don't be scared to like it.
There's no time that you must be home, so sleep where darkness falls.
Alive in the age of worry, smile in the age of worry, go wild in the age of worry and say worry, why should I care?
Know your fight is not with them, yours is with your time here.
Dream your dreams and don't pretend to make friends with what you are.
Give your heart then change your mind, you're allowed to do it.
Cause God knows it's been done to you and somehow you got through it.
Alive in the age of worry, rage in the age of worry, sing out in the age of worry and say worry, why should I care?
Woo, woo, woo, woo...
Rage in the age of worry, act your rage in the age of worry and say worry, get out of here.
Whoo, whoo, whooôôôôôôôôô Sel nuit
Ding
Yeah.
This is a reference part from the original
There is a symphony, a production of major proportions, conducted 24 hours in
a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year for your entire lifetime, however long it may be.
This is an orchestration within your body and is a fractional representation of the whole. To
apply an overused generalization, it is the microcosm of the macrocosm. We are integral to
the survival of the planet and she to us. We are the caretakers of this planet, entrusted and
responsible for not only survival but to further our spiritual growth, our connection and this is
the true religion of a life. There are a definitive number of years we have lived through collectively,
not only in this life but many others in a cycle that spirals and transcends many timelines. The
most important aspect of this has been the subjugation of generations of spirits. We are born
to and of the earth. This planet is our home and I don't think any would argue this fact,
but when we are brought into a world existing at the behest of a small coterie of self-appointed
rulers, there doesn't seem to be much choice in the future afforded us. But they have lived their
collective lives within a severance of sorts, a vacuum that has also kept them devoid of the most
powerful of all human emotion, love, for themselves and for their fellow human beings. Many of them
have lived their lives serving others above them in a compartmentalized prison of sorts, a gulag
that has also programmed them into the belief that the greatest portion of the human population is
worth no more than grains of sand on a vast beach.
These people are the ones that have written and recorded multiple generations of modern history,
in the educational form as well as literary fiction. They have moved at will behind the cover of
lies killing millions and leaving behind false justification for it. Billions have been born
into this deception all across the world. When you consider the possibility, it appears as a
massive blur, a seemingly insurmountable type of claustrophobia. But in our mutual moments of
solitude, we do understand something is upset with the human condition. This Senator Crane is
from the United States government. Do you understand? I speak your language. Good. Senator Crane has
come here to offer your people a better way of life. Better than what? Better than what you have.
I like what I have. I understand that. But your people live in the Stone Age. We live
at the beginning of a great industrial revolution. He doesn't understand. Chief. The United States
government is offering you a piece of land of your own. We have our own land. No, it's not yours.
It's the US governments. Did they buy it? No. Did they trade for it? It's not like that. Then how
can they own it? He has a point. If you accept our offer, you won't have to hunt Buffalo anymore,
roam the prairie. You can depend on your country to take care of you. You are not my country.
We will give you everything you need if you will just submit to living on a reservation.
We need nothing from you. Mr. Durant, if we could just... I'm done, Reverend. Good luck.
We have the innate ability to change our reality. This is what makes humans unique,
but it's also been our Achilles heel. What's important to understand is this amazing capacity
that we are born with because you can be sure it's not lost on those that are in control of all
you see and hear. We have created an atmosphere of fear, scarcity, war, separation, and extreme
anxiety. This is the result of a perpetual syncopation of poisonous audio and visual media
coming at us from all directions. I realize this is somewhat of a broad generalization,
but it is still the intended thrust behind the churn of their energy-sucking mechanisms,
such as banking, medicine, government, legal, military, media, etc., ad nauseam. We are mostly
impervious to it if we understand the motivation behind it. Knowledge truly is power, and this is
the overlying reason behind their extreme secrecy. If we understand our predicament and the techniques
behind it all, then the show is over. The fog is lifted and all your power returns to you where it
belongs. This requires auto-determination, responsibility to yourself, to the restoration
of love and care, and once you have re-inherited your true birthright, then you'll be compelled to
help others, because that's what we do. We have no real proof of our true history past that which
was taught us first by our parents, themselves products of the same multi-generational deceit.
Then, institutional education, which is the product of the corporations into which we
matriculate after completing indoctrination to that end. I realize this sounds cynical and
preposterous, but then again, we've all been down this road. It's just that society calls it
making something of yourself, making a living, being productive, successful, owning a lot of stuff,
paying down perpetual debt, and saving to pay taxes, while saving to retire.
Give me a child until the age of seven, and I will give you the man. That was the Jesuit motto,
alleged to be attributed to Francis Xavier, the co-founder of the Jesuit order. The implication
is that the best opportunity to indoctrinate a person in a lifetime of belief and devotion to
religious dogma is when they are young. I'm not even remotely suggesting that this is the definitive
sentence of our lives, but it is a good example of what we've been subjected to. We've been fooled
into thinking that our education is in place for our personal growth as human beings, when in fact,
it is to serve the owners of the construct in which we live within. It is not our own. No human
being in their right frame of mind would kill another simply because they weren't of the same
beliefs. No true spirit would compromise the very planet he'd been born to by contributing to the
construction and the implementation of lethal industry. No man or woman in their right mind would
choose to wage large-scale genocide against others that stood in the way of their hunger for massive
wealth and control. This is the mindset of human beings that have suffered generational brainwashing
to these ends. They have been born into it, taught within its ways, eaten the meat manufactured
through the killing of other beings and ingested synthetic laboratory concoctions meant to harm
the very souls consuming them. This is our reality. This is the modern us. And how do we stop and
repair this status without taking into account that we, you, and I are our own worst enemies?
It's impossible to think that it can be done by remote control, by a single politician bristling
with promises while serving his or her masters. Conversely, because we are human beings and
because we possess this amazing power of love and creativity, the cleanup portion of our home can be
done in less than a fraction of the time it took to compromise it. We don't need to purchase a thing.
We have each other. We are the creators, the builders, the minds behind all technology.
I admire you, Donald. You know, I spent my whole life perilous worrying about what people think of
me. And you, you're just oblivious. I'm not oblivious. No, you don't understand. I mean that as a compliment.
It was this time in high school. I was watching you at the library window.
You were talking to Sarah Marsh. Oh, God, I was so in love with her. I know. And you were flirting
with her. It used to be really sweet to you. I remember that. And then when you walked away,
she started making fun of you with Kim Kinetti. It was like they were laughing at me.
You didn't know at all?
You seem so happy. I know. I hurt them.
Well, how come you were so happy? I loved Sarah Charles.
It was mine. That love.
I owned it.
Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away.
I couldn't love whoever I want.
But she thought you were pathetic.
That was her business, not mine.
You are what you love, not what loves you.
That's what I decided a long time ago.
What's up?
What is love? It is powerful. We know that. We also know it probably transcends description
because it is so completely immersive, magnetic, complete, and the most wonderful feeling when
it's guiding you, blind or not, it makes us bulletproof. Also, the lack of this human component
is extremely telling. We know from experience. We know from the installation of programming and
mind control that love is not a component that can ever be duplicated. It can only be temporarily
subverted or exchanged. But love, like truth, can never be eradicated. It can't even be counterfeited
because there is and will always be just one source for its infinite abundance.
We have just been distracted, led astray by fabricated duplicates, colorful programs,
and promises of someone else's design. We've been brought up on the power of money. It's
itself a creation, a representation of the creator energy we possess.
The controllers found away many years ago of devising a system of invisible slavery called debt.
Its true mechanism has been kept from us, and the truth behind it seems too fantastic to
comprehend. This is also by design. But please don't take my word for it. I have no paper document
from which to display a degree of attainment. I haven't laundered my thoughts through some
institution's approval system. But I do know when I'm being lied to over and over again,
and I wouldn't be wasting my time here if I weren't sure that you know as well.
All this means is that we simply have to pick up and move on. We need to collectively get up
and stop playing this game, because that's what it is. A game of someone else's design and rules.
This game has clouded all our natural attributes as human beings. We are not even a third of our
potential. We are what an institution, a job, or society tells us we are. We are what a 401k
plan designs for us. We are a desk, a cubicle, an insurance plan, a weather forecast, a new car,
a marriage, a deployment, a virus, a news item, or a talent on display. We live in a zoo within a zoo,
a place where we long to collect as many debt dollars as possible so we can afford to keep
playing musical chairs. And we aspire to hold on to as much as possible while keeping the
government sharks happy with their take and guiding our children out into that same environment,
all the while being stripped of our rights given us by that very same government entity
who advertises that they work for us. This scenario is at best psychotic, but there is a
much bigger truth sitting right beside all this fiction. We have failed to take into account
the unseen umbilical connection to the hologram of life, this silver cord which extends to all living
creatures from the source, the tributaries or veins in the body of the universe in which we reside.
I can almost feel that resignation in some right now, that part of your ego telling you this is
just new age garbage manufactured by lazy people who are plotting to overthrow the government.
The internet gurus are scaling the walls of our protectors and will terrorize all humanity,
but the reality is the terrorizers are the ones doing just that, invading other countries for
all their own reasons and please don't tell yourselves you believe you're assigned political
party disclosures. The political system is a box designed to keep you buried within it,
a container filled with its own language, charts, graphs, characters, news anchors, and endless promises
that will never see fruition. Coincidentally, these belief boxes are the same ones used by the
financial institutions, law, legal, medicine, military, education, energy, etc. I'm not asking
you to believe any of what I'm advancing here because it means so much more when you truly
understand it for what it is. I know you feel an impenetrable barrier surrounds you as described in
the Matrix movie. The truth is though that it pops as completely as any bubble once you take back
the command of your own mind and give up being told what you should think or believe. This is love.
The belief in ownership of your own mind, the re-membering of all your unlimited potential.
The Indian must own his own piece of earth, Charles.
Did you know that there is no word in the Sioux language for that, sir?
For what?
To own the earth, not in any native language.
Well, then perhaps you should invent one. Come on.
Are you beginning to see this reality take shape? Because the reality that appears to us on a
regular basis is as far from natural and true as one might get. It is the grandest of all
fabrications, but at the same time it's all we've ever known, so to hear of the alternative
stated above would seem to be the antithesis of normal, or at least the perception of it.
The entire industry of psychology and pharmacology was developed to wage war on the mind.
To diagnose and thwart the human nature, that ability of ours to self-diagnose and treat that
which we perceive is not serving us correctly. This is not to say that psychotherapy and therapy
through conversation and the discovery of meditation and homeopathic approaches to healing the mind
is not important. It means, though, that an entire industry was born as a result and anticipation
of the human spirit collectively unifying and questioning a dysfunctional reality.
When I was just a boy, I used to question my very existence here on the planet. When I first
heard of God, religion, and church, I viewed it as a possible connection to the answers I was seeking.
My problem with all of this, though, was the circular finality of it all. It seemed as though
our story had already been written by different characters within a special book that
others had figured out. It had been shaped so that we all might learn about how insignificant
we were, that we were some type of collective tool to be used as someone else saw fit.
To question the established edicts was out of the realm of possibility,
and this directive seemed to carry over into all aspects of my life. I found unscalable walls
within the school system of a fixed way of learning as opposed to a natural progression based on
ability and the magnetism of the heart. There was no gravitational pull within this construct.
It seemed again as though it were built as some type of training for service at a later date.
Now, I realize most will feel uncomfortable as I speak of this, and it is an uncomfortable feeling.
It's as unfamiliar a feeling as any living creature would experience when taken from their realm
of familiarity. It is quite frankly a catch-22 scenario, because to give any alternative your
discernment means at once taking responsibility for your action. It means relying on your own mind,
your own character. The first double we encounter is the one where our collective egos tell us,
well, how come I never learned or heard about any of this in school? We push it away. We reject
it as a violation to all our life's experiences. We all start this race of life in the same way
gasping for air, blinded by light and sensory ambush. The brand new organism called you begins
operations.
Because of confusion in the past, you will put your marks on one of the two papers here.
You will sign the red paper if you agree, which we hope that you do, and the black if you don't.
So they will know who is a friend and who is not. So they will know who to take rations from.
So this is not your agency. The council is standing raucous next week. You have no place here.
Do you not recognize who this man is? I know. He is sitting, Paul. But you don't recognize him
as having any more of voice than any other Indian here. Hear me then, for one last time.
They mean to take our land away from us. You may say they wish to give us land,
this patch to you, this patch to you. But here is the truth. Each patch is for a man
and all generations that followed him. And they know that this land cannot feed but one generation,
not even so much as that. All right, you add yourself. Do not interrupt.
You teach our children the words of your God. Be fruitful and multiply.
But it seems these words are not meant for the Indian. For what kind of man
will take a wife and have children he cannot feed?
No Indian man, not a Lakota, not a rickera, not a crow.
You would have us cut off our balls and end our race right here on a patch of land on which
nothing can live and that will not happen. I have spoken. We did not put you on this land.
Red cloud surrendered. He made peace with the government. Have you forgotten the blood said
they came before? Sitting bow is a great leader. I believe this no matter that the whites see us
men all as the same. But he did not sit with us in the council. Those many snows ago when our
reservation was made, he did not sit with us in the next council. When these borders that we were
told were like marks in stone were moved in the Black Hills and our hunting lands were taken from us.
Sitting bull might have had his say. Such was his suspicion of the whites.
Such was his pride.
I say today
for all years within hearing
that if sitting bull had spoken the way he speaks today, I would not have touched that pen.
I will not touch your pen to your paper. I will not touch it to your red paper.
I will not touch it to your black paper. The white man will not see my mark again on his paper
for the rest of my days on his earth.
Freedom is defined as the state of being free, independent, without restrictions or release
from prison. We believe we are free and come from a free society because we are told this is the case.
We are told there are those men and women that have ensured this freedom through generations
of service to the armed forces and their country. They've given their lives on the field of battle
so that we could live hours on the fields of freedom or something to that effect. Now,
as has been the recent custom in our current society, those keeping score may think that I've
now slandered teachers and soldiers, made little of their efforts through generations of toil and
sacrifice. Societies are enmeshed in a web, a construct of correctness and double speak,
and nowhere is it more apparent than in this country of the United States.
When you understand it is impossible for us to be anything other than the sum total of education
and programming, only then will you be able to stand on the top and connect the dots.
From up here, it's easy to see how utterly important we are to the lives of the very few that control
hours. Do you see where we're going with this? Do you ever wonder how fragile your freedom
or your freedom truly is? Don't pay a traffic ticket. Lose your job. Miss a few mortgage payments
or come up short on a property tax bill or find a lien against your paycheck afforded you by the
IRS. Then you'll see who really controls your limited freedom. Again, most will anger at what
I'm getting at, but I'm only one of many that are beginning to understand what a prison without
walls truly looks like. Getting back to your fragile freedom. What has afforded your freedom?
Truly, has it been the deaths of men and women fighting in foreign countries and even if it had?
Why had their lives been so easily expended and to what ends? Were we really threatened?
Was our way of life sure to end if they hadn't gone in our place? More importantly,
how much freedom would you have if you could not afford it? Think about that for just a second.
What if our collective financial portfolios vaporized overnight? Would God take care of
us and keep our cable plugged in? Would your licenses and registrations still get you from
point A to point B if you lost them? Certainly, the electric company would never stop your supply
after all those years of service. My point is, how much real freedom do you have and how much
of it is bestowed upon you according to how many digits you maintain in an account owned by a corporation
slash bank? Remember, you don't own the very thing you work for, money, and the entire system it
exists within is the property of someone else. Whether you know that or not is not an important
issue when you give thought to what freedom really means because our society has educated us to that
end. Whether we like to admit it or not, money is our collective spiritual guide, not God,
source, earth, or whatever other sacrifices have been made to this thing we call freedom.
Money, or lack of it, determines the grade of your freedom. And you can try and separate your
beliefs from that nasty declaration, but then you'd have to wonder where those beliefs originated.
They were learned within a culture, our culture, or more importantly,
installed as any other program might be installed in your home computer. The only difference is
your computer will never deviate from its installed drives or programming. We, on the other hand,
have that capability in a moment's notice, but we seldom, if ever, utilize this escape.
In the mid-50s, Leon Festinger and his colleague Meryl Carl Smith conducted a classic experiment
in which students were engaged in very boring tasks. The students were then given a request
by one of Festinger's staff. Okay, that's fine. Let me tell you now what we're actually
studying here. It's the effect of preparatory mental set on performance. The rest of the
subjects are prepared by being told that the experiment will be very interesting and enjoyable.
In fact, lots of fun. Now I have a somewhat unusual request to make of you. The next subject
is waiting right outside, but the fellow who ordinarily gives the spiel isn't here. I wonder
if you could possibly take his place. As a matter of fact, we figure we'll be needing someone in
the future, so I'd like to offer you a $20 retainer and have you remain on call for us.
Would that be all right? $20? That'd be fine. Half the students were randomly assigned to the group
that received $20 for lying that the experiment was fun. The other half were given only $1 for lying.
$1 as a sort of retainer and have you remain on call with us. Would that be all right with you?
Yeah, that'll be all right. The cognitive dissonance came from the knowledge that the experiment was
in fact boring and $1 was insufficient reward for lying. Many of the $1 subjects actually convinced
themselves that the experiment was fun after they made their decision to reduce the dissonance between
their prior beliefs and their behavior. They came to believe a big lie for a small incentive.
A girl friend of mine who participated in an experiment last week and she said it was very
tedious. Oh, I don't think that was the same experiment because this one wasn't boring at all.
I didn't think so. The $20 subjects on the other hand felt no dissonance because they felt comfortable
in lying just for the money. I think so. It was pretty miserable and that I should do everything
I could to get out of it. Well, I think maybe your friend was wrong. Perhaps it's a different
experiment because this was a lot of fun. It turned to me as if it were possible. We had
attorneys nod and I tried to figure out what we're doing it for, but I really couldn't figure it out
if she'll have better luck. Other theories might predict that the man who was paid most
would have the highest motivation for infusing over the dull task and would be most sold on
it himself. Cognitive dissonance theory leads to an exactly opposite prediction. The man who was
paid $20 knows that the task is dull, but he also knows that he had sufficient justification
for saying that it wasn't. Did you enjoy working on the manual task? Well, it really wasn't too
enjoyable. In fact, it was rather boring. How about the man who was paid $1? He knows the
task is dull, but he has two discrepant thoughts. He also knows that he did not have sufficient
justification for saying that it wasn't. For him, there is dissonance. Time after time, we have seen
what follows. He reduces the dissonance by changing his opinion about the dullness of the task.
Did you enjoy working on the manual task? Yes, I enjoyed it.
Would you like to participate in such an experiment again?
Yes, I think I would like to. Anytime there is insufficient reward, there will be dissonance.
The general principle seems to be that people come to believe in and to love the things they
have to suffer for. The state of having inconsistent thoughts, beliefs, or attitudes usually brought
on by the same inconsistencies in media representations leading to this confusion,
or as I look at it, keeping your fingers plugged into your ears and ignoring your heart.
This is as good a place as any to wrap up this little one-sided discussion.
The parasites have attached themselves to what we are born with and have managed to live very
comfortably while devising ways of harnessing our minds, bodies, and souls. The problem they have
always faced is keeping it all a secret. They have been very successful at using us against
one another while anticipating this breach of belief. This is what we are experiencing now.
All the spokes in their wheel of control are heavily compartmentalized and we've all experienced it
at one or more times in our lives when dealing with customer service, banking, the military,
government, medical, all corporations, media, etc. We all suffer from this virus. It's an
organic feeling of knowing something's not quite right. But because we've always done it this way,
we continue to suffer through it even at the expense of our own health and well-being.
It causes us to carry out the edicts, orders of company policy, even if we feel it's not right
or it doesn't set well with us. I'm not speaking of the company you may work for, though I'm sure
this same feeling has bothered you there as well. I'm referring to the corporation we're born into,
the company store, the one called USA. Most will rail at the very suggestion that this country
is a company and the president is a CEO. But you'll serve yourself better if you just try and prove
me wrong. Also remember, I'm not trying to sell you anything but a concept here. I don't care where
you are in your life, what your status is. You came into the world naked and that's exactly the way
you'll go out. Heaven on earth is a very real concept if you give it the power of your thought
and creativity. There's been a certain type of stagnation that's settled across our minds in the
last few generations. No one knows but us, because if you're still listening, then you know exactly
what I'm speaking of. It's a universal diagnosis of sorts. We are born naked on the outside,
though we contain all the tools within us to lead an amazing life of unlimited potential.
All has been provided for. There is no room for lack within this abundant planet. The fuel,
the energy, the love is universal.
I'm Greg Cumsescu-Pedale. Beauty. God. Darwin wrote about this one. Charles Darwin, evolution guy.
Hello. You see that nectary all the way down there? Darwin hypothesized a moth with a nose
12 inches long to pollinate it. Everyone thought he was a loon, but then sure enough they found
this moth with 12 inch proboscis. Proboscis means nose, by the way. I know what proboscis means.
Hey listen, get off the subject. It's not a pissing contest. The point is, what's so wonderful
is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates
it. There's a certain orchid that looks exactly like a certain insect, so the insect is drawn to
this flower. It's double. It's soulmate. And wants nothing more than to make love to it.
After the insect flies off, it spots another soulmate flower and makes love to it, thus
pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance
of their love making. And how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives?
But it does, by simply doing what they're designed to do, something large and magnificent happens.
In this sense they show us how to live, how the only barometer you have is your heart.
Now, when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way.
Try and give the alternative a chance. Let your mind consider the possibilities.
Ask the universe if there is much more for you and your family, not because of me or anyone else,
but because you're worth it for you, for your family, for the world. Allow nature to return to
you, plug into where you came from. It's much more powerful and beneficial to return to the
ocean of all your origins. This is true love.
You're a masquerade. I don't want to be a part of your parade.
Everyone deserves a chance to walk with everyone out.
While holding down the job to keep my girl around, maybe buy some new strings,
and earn a night out on the weekends.
And we can whisper things, secrets of my American dream. Baby, we need some protection.
And we can fly like everyone else.
So let me go. I don't want to be your hero. I don't want to be a big man.
I want to fight like everyone else.
So let me go. I don't want to be your hero. I don't want to be a big man.
I want to fight like everyone else.
So let me go. I don't want to be your hero.
I don't want to be a big man. I want to fight like everyone else.
You're a masquerade. I don't want to be a part of your parade.
Everyone deserves a chance to walk with everyone out.
I don't want to be a big man.
