Deeper Freedom (vs. Criminal Mischief)
It is time to unhinge from what hell always tells us—that no one can be well most of the time, in flow with their rhythm, in step with their rhyme.
Trauma and drama are not every day things that must be accepted as life clips our wings. Freedom from anger and confusion becomes a full time mental resident as we wave goodbye to false evidence and climb the fence that had us locked out and blocked off from happiness. Now free of the lies and bad news that we learned, it is easy to see how barbarians burned us by twisting our history for their selfish purpose, without any regard for truth or good service.
How much of our lives is a bad figment of someone else’s imagination?
Who is in charge?
Why didn’t they do a better job?
What stopped us from stopping them?
How did it get so bad and go on so long?
It doesn’t matter. Bygones, by definition, are gone.
Here in the present tense, some issues need to be addressed.
Why settle for less than being your best? Even when we can’t improve what life gives, we can always improve how we deal with it. Yes, of course, there is some earthly action that is beyond our hold but a much bigger fraction is within our control. We can timidly cower when shit hits the fan or fan out our feathers and make a strong stand. To choose a direction with courageous inflection is our greatest power, if we rise to the hour.
Freedom from basic tweaking isn’t basic for everyone. Some people get warped and stay bent, ignoring great opportunities to reinvent themselves. Choosing wiser ways up can prevent the fall down (keeping head in the sky, but feet on the ground). It is always our own choice to wear horns or the crown.
Everyone seems to think that the way they feel is what defines “real.” What does the word “real” really mean? Responses to this question include brilliant profanity, range from joy to insanity, from serious and weighty to flat out inanity. “Real” can inspire anything from passive receptivity to manic activity.
Answers fall in line according to who is seeing the “real,” and what they have seen of “real” in the past. “Real” moves around and can change very fast. As illusory imprints get remembered and last, the facts all too often get passed to oblivion. With truth in oblivion, our entire criterion for judging anything becomes suspect.
It can be frustrating and confusing when you seem to be losing all familiar reference points. Defensive fear can steer anyone near to the far edge of sanity, if we believe that selfish inanity is the core around which humanity is based.
No, you lying bastards! I’m not going to get the girl if I buy your cologne, or car, or whatever else you are selling. There’s no telling how many people are smelling your cologne at home alone while you are making love to the profits you’ve stolen from their dreams. How many times have you killed the trust they paid for? Now only those who think they have nothing left to lose can afford trust. Too much of so-called “reality” is commercial greed that likes to feed on the programmed need of its victims.
Not me! I’m relaxed. I’ll no longer be grinding my ax because someone else makes up my facts. Everyone knows by now that facts don’t always tell the truth. Ask the average citizen in a voting booth! But frustration and anger only hurt the self. They rarely give us what we could call help. Even righteous indignation isn’t righteous anymore. There is no time, good purpose, or need to plant seed that can breed even more discontent in this world where the “real” has already been spent.
It is time to repair the unreal in the air.
This seems only fair.
We did put it there.
Deeper freedom insists on taking back all the misused time that can slip through the cracks. Better to taste it than waste it. That time can be used to sit, breathe, and not think. To not think is more intoxicating than any drink. It shows the common sense in living immense based on love’s recompense, without manic defense caused by fear that’s intense.
Deeper insights of a valuable kind arise more easily to the quiet mind.
Freedom doesn’t mean everything is perfect. Like it or not, some external things can’t be changed. Accepting whatever presents itself and mining it for educational wealth keeps us sane. From each painful stain there is something to gain. What cannot be changed, we must endure. This is a fact of which you can be sure. There are options, but there is no choice. No need for discussion. Save your voice.
People who consistently suffer chains of unfortunate events need to stop being an unfortunate event. Rewards come to those who make effort with care. There’s no doubt this will happen if we point toward repair.
Every victim has the freedom to create his or her own immediate reincarnation as a non-victim by keeping the physical body but losing attachment to its negative history. Getting life past the past is what solves that life’s mystery.
Patience gives us freedom from a lot of aggravation that affects people who have no patience. The frustration of trying to control things that cannot be controlled ties freedom in knots. Patience can untie those knots and prevent future tangles as it sees other angles.
Happiness, like freedom, attracts itself. It draws together like-minded circumstances and then freely dances in the magnetism that relates them. That magnetism negates isolation through the firm preservation of the union between our selves and others. With strangers, allies, enemies, or brothers this magnetism may vary in style, strength, and duration, but refuses negation of Natural Law’s regulation of interdependence under any circumstance.
This magnetism tells of an immortal law that says we, all together, are, at our core, one singular unit of organic humanity. This law carries more weight than the simultaneous fact that we are separate humans doing singular acts. We can admit that this Natural Law rules or deny it like fools. It is as real as gravity. These magnetic forces bind us as a unit while allowing individuality. They tie us together while setting us free.
Treating everyone and ourselves very well is a refusal to enter the gates of those hells that tell the story all too well of the millions of people resigned to a fate that they hate in a world they waste time to berate, instead of making it great through intelligent efforts that they could propagate.
If, with no compromise, we open our eyes to the best possibility in each situation, we then avoid that mental masturbation that informs us that we are bad boys and girls that do not deserve a harmonious world. This aggressively depressive cultural stroking is guilt-fed and regressive. It never ends in a mutually rewarding societal orgasm.
“That’s just the way it is” is not a historical given! We manufacture “the way it is” daily. Freedom always allows making changes through choices. Defending this right to make choices is worth our loudest voices.
The present tense is our only true source of sense. It is always here and now. The past is long gone. Future never arrives. Where we are is the only place we live our lives. Deeper freedom evicts historical angers with no more recompense than “goodbye.” Why? Because it is true that negative history can block positive mystery. Keeping past in the past, obstacles vanish quickly and the present gets healthy though the history was sickly. Most lacks of deeper freedoms are self-inflicted wounds. Long ago traumas plague folks to their tombs—unless remedied.
External evils cannot get within a comfortable skin. It is my skin, to wear as I please! There will be no submission to evil or sleaze. Nonsense within starts to whither and die. As it all goes by, memories that blocked our great high realize they don’t own us. Nice bonus!
The most noticeable thing about deeper versions of freedom is that they are within each individual’s command (although other folks can certainly lend us a hand). We shine from our own places as we grow to understand that perfecting our own instrument gets us into the band. Freedom is an inside job, an attitude thing. Each of us chooses which tune we will sing.
Through strength and empathy lives are made great. We’ve heard the golden rule. We all can relate. Keeping freedoms within the golden rule is the way to insure that life always stays cool. Freedom of speech doesn’t allow us to yell “Fire!” in a crowded theater—unless the theater is actually on fire.
Then yelling, “Fire!” becomes a fulfilled obligation, a thing of great beauty, and a sweet civic duty instead of criminal mischief.
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