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Do you think, looking about, in this high-tech society, that the evils of old have been eradicated?

Do you think if the propaganda machines tell you that you are free often enough then it will automatically make it so?

Do you think you are not a slave subjugated by those who would seek to control you?

Lets compare.

A slave submits, going through the motions, doing only what is necessary, making no extra effort at the daily processes that keep a roof over their head and food on their table.

A free man understands that it is the journey and not the destination that makes the act of living on this planet worth living. Every step, every breath, every interaction with another human being is a reaffirmation of the original intent of inception into this reality well. Working, whether you be a street sweeper or a cubicle monkey, is a dance, not with your overlords, but with very fabric of space-time, and must be done with care and joy, as if you were making love to your soul mate for the very first time.

A slave sabotages the workings of the great mindless machine in which he is imprisoned, either through active acts of destruction or by passive acts of negligence. The phrase ‘It’s not my job’ becomes their shield and their sword.

A free man understands that it is all one thing, this little tiny blue ball whirling through a space full of stars, and that you don’t shit where you eat. Being a good roommate on the Planet Earth, a free man thinks ‘If not me, then who?’ and cleans up the messes and solves the problems as they present themselves.

A contented slave allows the system to infantilize him, never being proactive, always waiting patiently to be taken care of when things go wrong, becoming angry when that care does not materialize.

A free man recognizes the care given by the system for what it is, a blanket meant to smother, a drug to make you mindless, a carrot on a stick to make you go where you should not go.

A discontented slave seeks to destroy the system, making the first mistake of all slaves, allowing himself to be defined by his hates and not his loves.

A free man knows that destroying a system creates a vacuum in which other systems arise, but, since they rise out of the chaos of destruction, become far worse than the thing it replaces. A freeman does not wish to destroy the system. He merely wants no part of it, as he is busy building his own reality in which overlords have no power.

A slave, feeling powerless, creates rules based in fear that make him feel safer, thereby building more bars instead of opening up the cage door. Doing anything out of fear always turns out wrong. Always. Trust me on this.

A free man needs no rules or laws. His heart and his steps are guided by the OnePattern, the Oneverse, the tick tock heart of all reality. If one is viscerally connected to this, listening with all your being, all decisions become intuitive, unerring and right.

A slave thinks as he is told to think, letting his mind fall into the same trap that his body is imprisoned in, thoughts shackled like feet.

A free man knows his own truth and cannot be dissuaded from it. He understands that thoughts are free, to fly where they please and that even in the darkest of dungeons, in the most oppressive of thought-control societies,  a free man is still free.

A slave, well and truly seduced by the system overlords, actually believes that he too, if he works very hard and is a very good slave, will someday become an overlord. This is never the case. The best he can hope for is the role of overseer slave.

A free man wants nothing to do with a system that grinds the many into the ground in order to raise the few to unnecessary heights and he understands all too well that negative karma can only be postpones but never avoided.

A slave waits for freedom to be handed to him.

A free man knows that being free is hard work, harder than anything one can think to do and he works at it tirelessly, hidden, deep in the bowels of the machine.

Poor machine. It is about to get indigestion.


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