The Suffocating Confines of the Matrix of Materialism

Reflections in a Petri Dish — May 24, 2014

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Here at the cultural blog we like to keep up with timely and newsworthy items that reflect the state of the culture. What else would we be doing? That is why we bring things like this to your attention. Given the level of sewage integration with the cultural soup, you can expect irony to go leaping like a deer out of the forest and on to the winding country road in front of whatever stunted zombie is racing home so that they can… uh… uh… uh…yeah.
Yeah… the word culture… I don’t know how accurate that term is any more. What’s seriously important these days are things like this and things like that are in fact, the opposite of the claims being made in this article about the Johnny Weir wannabe. They are a protected species. This is closer to what’s actually going down. These days to live in any of these worlds you are required to bend yourself out of shape and the more willing you are to do this and to sacrifice all sense of self respect, the more likely you are to continue to be employed. If you’ve got ‘accurate’ opinions and viewpoints and they are important to you… you’re potentially screwed if discovered in the possession of them. So… if that is your situation, you’re either flying under the radar or you’ve found a way to maintain your existence outside of the suffocating confine of the matrix of materialism. It could be touch and go that way, like it is for me most of the time but… it’s far, far more enervating and satisfying than being the victim of relentless corporate buggery from one end of your day to the next.
Here’s what’s on the menu for the culture and what it expresses itself as is what it is. Doesn’t everything? Everything does unless it’s pretending to be something other than what it is. There’s a lot of that going around these days and more to come because things and people being what they actually are… is a high risk venture. The way the game is played now, you formulate a working projection of what you want to come across as and you exhibit it, even if only for as long as it takes for you to get past the watchers who are just looking for someone to step out of line so that they can elevate themselves by throwing you under the bus. It’s a little something like dog eat dog or, conversely, eat shit and die. See… you do have a choice. Neither of these choices are particularly attractive but then neither is the culture it’s all taking place in.
For the moment, as the wardens of the culture unscrew your head and detune the wires, before they start dancing on them with all of the alacrity of a drunken sailor wearing ankle shackles, if things are working out, you’re probably doing bad things or you’ve found the groove that maximizes your karma at the most expedient operational level and… if that’s the case you’ve made the important associations and have managed to turn down the chatter to where you can actually hear what’s being said by the only voice worth listening to.
You can’t get where you really want to go, if you’re attempting to integrate with a massive funnel that is sucking everything close to it down into somewhere you don’t really want to go but… the aura, the mystique, the fascination factor is huge, if it turns out that you are magnetized by it to any effective degree. This is the effect that anyone serious about getting where they really want to go has to render into quietude because, along the way it will slowly tear you to pieces. Killing you with any kind of expediency would be an act of kindness and this system doesn’t do kindness. It’s not cost effective. The bean counters and actuaries do not approve. They were hired to squeeze blood out of a stone. They were hired to eliminate all distance between a rock and a hard place. Wiggle room of any kind is undesirable. It provides opportunity for independent thought. This is counter-productive to corporate policy and there’s not a hair of difference between Coca Cola and Monsanto. The people that own the profits from the medical industry are the same people manufacturing the foodstuffs that make you sick. There’s no real terms to define what these creatures are. We’ve gone beyond identifiable parameters. What lies beyond? That’s a very good question.
What lies within is a more important question. If you measure and define yourself according to what lies without, you will discover nothing useful except increasingly more skillful deceptions which will give you the impression that you are some kind of a player. People like that come down the chute every day, year after year, swollen up with confidence and an exaggerated sense of self that isn’t the actual self to begin with and never will be but… in the temporary world of cause and effect it can pass for what’s real until what’s real comes along, if it ever does.
Only self inquiry leads to true usefulness and true usefulness is the most wonderful condition one can find themselves in. Unless one is prepared to see the truth of this and even desires it more than anything else, one is on a cycle of perpetual delusion about how the universe really works. It’s truly odd isn’t it? The world at this time is all about the pre-eminence of self interest and those departing from the exercise of it are seen as fools by all the smart and successful movers and shakers. The reality… The true reality of existence is that there is no greater state one can exist in than that of service. Not only is it the most rewarding of all possible occupations, in every sense, but the joy that can be experienced is limitless. How does one explain that to those whose entire world is constructed around satisfying basic impulses over and over and over again? This is how so many are led into acts of greater and greater depravity. This is why those in the shadows do the things they do.
You can’t tell people what they don’t want to hear. I’ve mentioned the Buddhas of Infinite Compassion, where in their wisdom they look upon the terrible suffering of so many in the world and realize that there is nothing they can do. It is what it is and we are all given the latitude necessary in order to move through all of the scenarios we need to move through, in order to wake us up and what happens when we wake up? We become servants. We go into service and it is in service that forgetfulness of self is achieved; insofar as that means what it seems to mean. It’s kind of how there’s the surface teachings that have to do with moral codes and proper conduct. Then there’s the teachings for initiates and the whole world as you thought you knew it turns upside down. Nothing means what you imagined it meant. Something like, “first there is a mountain then there is no mountain then there is” What sort of dreams occur in the cocoon and what does the butterfly remember afterwards? Of course we are talking about an entirely different kind of butterfly where the cocoon is the grave. We are, for the very most part, in that cocoon.
Can we actually be alive when we are dreaming? The whole world is filled with dreamers and every dream is the sum of itself based on values and priorities. If these are in order then everything else is in order too and the dream is fast tracked on the road to awakening. Otherwise, well, otherwise is where everyone knows so much, far too much to be able to learn anything contrary to what they are so sure they know, like trying to pour water into a bucket that is already full, or expecting pure water, poured into a bucket of salt water, to change it’s composition. That’s why one of my mantras is, “I don’t know.” Sooner or later I’m going to become more efficient at it. It is the most difficult art I have ever personally engaged in. It’s the one thing my teacher (whose name I still don’t have) kept saying over and over, until it sank to the core of my being but… even so, it has taken a long, long time to implant this ever so simple concept. Part of the reason is that there are stages of unknowing …and resistance to the truth of it goes deep into the subconscious where all of our automatic and reflexive patterning exists. This is further complicated by the resistance in the subconscious of everyone else because all of our subconsciousnesses are connected. It explains why sages and seers from time immemorial have gone away into seclusion to wrestle with themselves until… until they are able to surrender to the right version. This is what is implicit in The Eighth Trump and why The Seventh precedes it.
Because the essential nature of manifest existence is sexual, quite often the final tests come about through confrontations with the sudden appearances of an opposite. Beautiful women, like a Daughter of Mara materialize in front of you. No doubt beautiful men appear to female aspirants. The key understanding here is the mystery of one’s own soul. This explains by inference that term; ‘union with the divine’.
We labor our life long for chimera and stability, matched up with the the image we want to project about ourselves, in respect of how it is we wish to be viewed. All this accomplishes is the alienation of those who truly matter to us and the embrace of those we would otherwise avoid… if we knew any better it would be different …but we don’t, because… we don’t know. When one achieves union with the divine, everything one wants, as far as the desires of essential nature are concerned, appears accordingly and anything one would ever need to know, is known by the permanent resident, who has known all along but whose authority we have usurped through the reckless enterprises of a supposed free will. The only way to ‘keep on rocking in the free world’, is to be free of the world and that means not to want any of it because what is meant for us is no longer hindered in its appearance. Being unattached has many benefits but possibly the greatest of them is the arrival of clear vision (Broad Daylight Awareness) because one’s vision is no longer compromised by the smoke of unholy fires; ‘the fire down below’.
I expect to fail again and again. I expect to err this very day but… what I also expect is that I will seek to recognize my errors and correct them promptly. Even if correction is required ten thousand times ten thousand… never give up. Once your invisible mentor is convinced that you will never cease to aspire and permit all necessary changes, you will be lifted on the wings of angels and sheltered by the very same. Only a true love has the persistence and certitude required to fuel such an endeavor. May each and every heart be flooded with the same and that… with all possible speed.
End Transmission…….

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