My first response disappeared before I sent it – perhaps it was too abstract.

Rebellion within the mind – wished and believed is what sets up division.
An oppositional will.
A self differentiating thought given priority.
A what if – taken as a want to be and given power.

Within the dream of a separate mind
In a separate body,
in a world of separate things,
seen outside in ‘otherness’
is the emperor in his domain.
Ruled out from naked truth
by fig leaf finery
over a fear of self-invalidation,
that must seek what it lacks
in possession, dominion
of the forms and semblance of power

Does one rebel in a madhouse?
Or locate the nature of the insanity
and walk out of its definitions
By good housekeeping!

Mind is not a physical entity
even though it can run in emulation
of a physically embodied experience.
The subjecting mind did something
with something and suffered its own gift
as a sense of subjection
raging at it predicament
seeking its adversary.

The mind of thought-doing cannot conceive of knowing-creating
excepting some sense of exclusion
that elicits the suspicious
through to the vicious.

Who in each life, is the casting director?
Who gives the meanings that then reflect back?
Who masks or hides in secrets and lies?

I bring it within my own consciousness responsibility
rather than give power to an unconscious evasion
that doesn’t actually work
except to keep me in the dark
under a false light.

Life it its true movement stirs
rises and becomes in us
as we give welcome.
The attempt to control
operates an exclusion zone
in which the denied is reinterpreted
within the framework of the dream.

Denial operates unseen
to make a consciousness over denied self
as a masking ‘reality’
But denying the very source of life
is asking for death
as the ‘power’ over life.

Dead concepts
blind idols
given sacrifice of the living
for their gifts of power and protection
from the fear of Life
as chaos
and nothingness.

Better the devil we know
thinks the devil we know.

I wrote that a week ago, not thinking at all of Orwell’s 1984. This essay helps me put those thoughts into a deeper context. Thank you for writing it.

That which is untrue has never truly existed.
That which truly is – always is.

However – don’t let truth get in the way of a good story!

I hold that there is no salvaging of a false start – but only its release to the true.
Judgement is the killer – and the world made by it is a world of pain and death.
But such a world is not really ‘Out There’. But is imaged and experienced within consciousness – and has all the meaning you give it.
Consensus reality is a working model through which to experience – but it is also the giving of power to externalised forms and meanings.
Let us make example of a dream in which most despicable and terrible actions and events occur – that you then awake from and recognize as a ‘making of your own mind’ which of course is far more than what you think your mind to be. The experience in its moment was real. But awakening to reality releases it from having any further power over you.

What if consensual dreaming for the experiencing of what is not true can be had as if it is true?
Would you ‘take the ride?’. Perhaps we have or we would not be so engaged in this focus of energy and attention.

The nature of blind reactive evolution of idea made flesh becomes a vehicle for the recognition of the true nature of being. There are many prompts in the article above. The world of imaged judgements is the world of imaged judgements and not truly alive at all. Framing life in death is a mind-set of fragmentation – at which level it is suffered real – that is the idea and definition has emotional and physical reinforcement – and most of what passes as thinking is emotional reactivity and vice versa.

What if the end times of a maggot induce the dual nature of pupation to the replacement of a blind appetite for flesh with the wings and quickness of the fly?

I don’t ask or expect any kind of belief – that isn’t my interest – but rather to uncover where we are set in actively believing against – and why?

Challenging our own judgement will seem to be challenging our own reality. That’s how invested and ‘captured’ we have become to judgements that are defended against un-concealment because they are our Notional Security – which overrides all else to keep us in the dark – where we at least have the ‘devil we know’. But ‘they’ don’t do it to us without our permission at some level. Or, you do not have to play the victim to a would-be victimizer. But this has to start somewhere to grow, and that is always a quality of practical self-acceptance of where we are – as the place from which to grow. Looking out at what’s wrong with everyone, everything is a choice – even if it runs as a habit. Form changes. That’s what form is; change. Possession of form is a temporary focus that may seem to be set, fixed or spellbound – as in narcissus’ reflection. Self image is our thinking – until a true relation awakens from a private dream – or nightmare. We follow ‘thinking’ until we notice it and feel it and discern its belonging or relevance to who – awake – we are being of.

The psychopathic blindness is part of the going forth in self-imaged righteousness – in which grievance fuels a justified sense of vengeance or hate.

You are responsible for your learning. If you open relationship in shared learning with others then you are responsible for what you give and receive in your relations.
Framing yourself as the speaker and judge to a miscreant world is neglecting the very pattern you ascribe and assign or give to your world – and of course the 99% of you that is the More of Who you are. Judging may not seem heartless when framed in terms of ‘waking the unworthy’ – but it is unworthy of you and of those who are packaged up and discarded by it.

The living moment is the only life there is – but by its ever changing forms and perspectives does the one seem the many. The ‘wild strawberry moment’ is a true recognition and appreciation and not a passing fad. But only the willingness to let life in provides such a foundation to live from. Thinking about it heals nothing.
The story has the tiger and the crevasse and the sapling as the framing of the world of ‘survival’ or running from death – because it is this that must be recognized false to the true appreciation of who you are.

The adverse conditions are blamed upon bad persons as the guilt economy that runs as if it has any moral authority beneath appearances. We sacrifice and are sacrificed to a god of guilt as if to appease or mitigate of find favour. But only until we are brought to recognize the true nature of a choice in place of what seemed a necessary compulsion.

What does it take to bring us to the point of recognizing the futility of a false foundation (from which only ruin can come)?

It takes whatever it takes to bring it home where the true error and its correction are.
Freedom from fear and the freedom to unfold the more of who we are are an individual gift to the whole. But it cannot be thrust upon you AND be your willingness. Love waits on welcome – and a persistent engagement with drama operates ‘not now’ as a self-reinforcing loop.

If not now, then when?
Time can be used for delay or for timelessness.

“Away from the prying eyes of Big Brother and his spies, amidst bluebells and a torrent of song from a thrush, they come together almost wordlessly. “Winston and Julia clung together, fascinated” as the thrush sang madly. The music went on and on, minute after minute, with astonishing variations, never once repeating itself, almost as if the bird were deliberately showing off its virtuosity…He stopped thinking and merely felt.”

To frame the epiphany as sexual passion or ‘eros’ is to focus on the forms of the event from an outside ‘thinking perspective’ (sic) and run along socially conditioned associations.

“Behold I make all things new!” is the act of Creation – of a CreatING Universe – in place of a dead letter society running on rule-bound checks and tick-boxes to the ‘forms’ or ‘set meanings’ of a narrative control.

I wrote further on this in
https://off-guardian.org/2018/07/24/to-make-a-sailor-blush/#comment-127130
in a thread of reference to the Nietzsche story in this article.

2050 would be a really optimistic prediction for our demise – though I’d take it in a heartbeat for my grandkids sake:

https://guymcpherson.com/climate-chaos/climate-change-summary-and-update/

Or this, “the Aids epidemic may have been merely the foretaste of things to hit us big”. Probably referring to the manufactured AIDS crisis, like the manufactured Mad Cow, Ebola, Avian fear crises. Nothing to do with sex, though a case may be made that fascists tend to hew to sex control policies.

The ancients used Soul for what later became psyche and later became mind that thus becomes a robotic set of manipulatable conditioned reflexes to be reverse engineered by systems of control in place of true relationship.

Mind is a verb – do you mind? The construct of ideas given ‘object permanence’ is the model of its own world. Attempts to communicate with a rule-bound filtered defence do not find resonance. Only like communicates with like and that is to say love shares itself in its freedom of being where fear seeks reinforcement against exposure to a lack of substance over past experience set to be evaded at all cost.

A course in grievances has been running its world for millennia – and we have learned to make a loveless existence tangible – even while seeking ‘love’ in fantasy gratifications that inherently override the true creative impulse of being – or rather mask over it as the desire to possess, dominate, and control.
And then ‘see’ others as we see and accept ourselves – and thus distrust them, fearing falsity or treachery.

There is a true witnessing in what Orwell wanted to entitle 1948 – but the publisher prevailed – in terms of an unselfconscious and undefended opening to and with another in living Now. That specific forms of experience do not last is not requiring an evil to stamp on it – but the loss of such a spontaneity is to the evils of the day thereof. That is to say, to the interjection of a possessive and controlling mentality – taken as our own thought and be-lived as a subjective experience that reflects the subjecting judgement.

Christ is a key of the unlocking of sin to a true movement of unconflicted love – but what Christianity as institution made of it used the forms of the true to more cruelly deny or indeed sacrifice a true Innocence of being to the control mentality – aka Caesar or worldly power. The term sin is rarely used now and that is because it is so invisibly and systematically operating a corruption of the true – that has within itself a sort of mind-trap of being hostage to our own unrecognized thought under the be-lived experience of the hateful boot smashing down on the face of desire for Life. For the movement or vibrational qualities of being are the true that is feared, hated, subverted and corrupted – by a tyrannous mind – or indeed minding.

So question your experience and world if it is not a match to your true recognition, and watch the mind instead of sleepwalking its habit. Survival as a form or image of life grasped at – never was going to work out amidst the always changing. Release and be released is also give and be receiving of. Yours is the measure by what you accept and believe – if only in its moment – by acting within its framing.

Te ability of a fragmented consciousness to ‘timeshare’ revolving faces so as to maintain the self-illusion is rooted in wanting it so, and thus accepting ‘insane’ thoughts as worthy of reaction and investment instead of release in laughter. But in this ‘world’ we live as if we are split. How can you judge yourself? And therefore another! Thinking makes a world apart, but (re)action delivers its experience.

Orwell reworked the Crucifixion in modern terms – and left you to look squarely at it so as to break the spell and look beyond. For Orwell did not have the willingness or readiness to let thinking go – and simply receive only as he is willing to give.

The attacks on the person are targeted to finding our unwatched and unowned vulnerabilities. There is much hate and fear beneath the surface ‘reality’ that runs unwatched, unchecked and unchallenged.

We have called in ‘external’ powers to protect us from our own fear. But not only is this anti-life, it takes away the result of our thought so as to keep us locked into dependency and subjection. There is no call to break the system (which is the purpose of the very system’s sense of life as something to be broken into parts, divided and ruled over). But there is a Call to Joy – which is always and only Now – and not when you have sorted out all the ‘reasons’ you cannot open to joy now – in willingness that alights in some facet of your moment and lives it as a relational receiving. In time the giving will move naturally – and find balance, but initially the need to open and support the truly receptive – that before was trampled or discarded or ignored under a sense of self-necessity. But is that true? Do we WANT to blame others or circumstance for our own withdrawal and withholding of the gift of Life?

Love aligns all to a unified willing – and sexual relation and communication are no exception – but if they are made exceptional – in self-specialness of possession fantasies AND fears – then we set our selves up to suffer them in place of freedom of being – as IF pursuing freedom of doing. The reversal of freedom and slavery is of a kind with a consciousness predicated upon reversal of the Golden Rule.

Writing from listening is releasing the ‘doer’ to the discernment of the qualities of the moment. In this sense ‘Let me be an instrument of Thy Peace’ is not an idea seeking application, but a living relational communion. Our personality construct or life focus – is a vehicle of creative intent – because there is nothing else going on at the mind or awareness ‘level’. The attempt to project a sense of evil out and away from Self is a miscreational intent – given all the power of a passion turned against itself.

What we give away – in the sense of self-definition lived – is what we get to keep. The Golden Rule is not an exhortation to be nicer, fairer and less hateful, but the recognition of the Law as it Is. Regardless how cunningly packaged.