I’m moving through the layers not of just those outer lies but their inner companions within the multi-banded "I" These parts come up as the world comes down however brief their reign the inner mes - or is it we? - that grew up in unfriendly terrain
I never thought about it - the connection between I and eye. Maybe I missed an obvious. (Wouldn’t be the first time.)
Surely there’s something to it? How our I is formed, in part, based on what we observe; the eye informing the I.
What happens to the “I” when the eye is watching a world in collapse? The very world it developed an identity out of - in large measure in response to it? An identity which containing smaller identities; a multiplicity - a we.
When nothing means anything anymore? deceptions are spouted the truth is clouded lofty places and trusted spaces push poisonous jabs When children are marked for sacrifice while everyone’s still playing nice and trying not to notice? What does that do to an I? What or Who is this “I” when it's born out of lies? Is precisely the pressing question False selves molded from real clay is what, I guess, I'd have to say which means they'll be molded again
The world is no longer in consensus on what reality is. Even if previous consensuses were never true, they had a stabilizing effect. As we peel through stratums and sub-stratums, dig up old truths buried or reduced to myth, the effect is anything but impersonal.
More than anything it’s the loss of shared values; “givens” we assumed were solid, now clearly, unabashedly ignored while still mouthed as talking-points.
Deep sigh.
I wonder about the “I” of a neighbor who is worried about the abortion rights of women in red states. We should care - she tells me - if any woman can’t access an abortion. At the same time, she remains convinced that individuals (which would presumably include women) don’t have a right to say no to that jab. Hmm.
How does she thread that needle?
She doesn’t. To hold both views simultaneously, any congruent identity has to hide from itself.
Her convoluted “reasoning” is a contorted and distorted attempt to hold her “self” together. I wonder as I listen, where o’ where, is she?
Words increasingly fail to grasp the collective identity crises we find ourselves in.
One of the notions quantum physics put to bed, was the mechanistic description of reality, physics offered. It doesn’t deny physics but points out its limitations. True in one context, false in another.
Meaning depends on its context. (As does identity.)
At the quantum level we not only understand how connected everything is - via fields of frequency and resonance - but how fully connected we are with everything that we perceive as external.
Below video offers quick 5 minute explanation, if you’re not familiar.
I’ve been aware of the double split experiment for a long time, but I honestly couldn’t tell you what it means outside of an ambiguous recognition that our presence as observers is anything but passive.
The eye/I of an observer collapses quantum waves - potentials - into particles. (Some have taken this as evidence that we are in some kind of simulation.)
There’s obviously some profound implication here, yet (for me) hard to hold.
There’s many little selves in play right now - for all of us, I think. I’m noticing how these parts are eager to rise up and take the wheel (if only for a day, or even an hour). Likely they were always there but content in the background, and now as our lives and way of life are increasingly under threat - the previously homogenous self - is fraying and these parts are breaking free. Maybe they sense their imminent demise and…
They simply want their say if only to complain or perhaps try to explain the ground beneath their feet is quickly giving way In the book, The Way of Mastery, the author describes a gnat screaming at the skies in anger at not having things its way, as a metaphor to depict the absurdity of the human condition: the insane notion that we are in control and its corollary in being right. It's a great image. Yet I have empathy with the gnat, who for me, mirrors these little identities that developed as a way of adjusting to a profoundly sick (as Krishnamurti noted) world. Their very existence was based on illusion and so they'll have to go. Some will go down as others emerge a nose-dive followed by a surge topsy-turvy a bit un-nervy but they're really just having us on As I think about that hidden force floundering in its final throes lobbing bombs to create more woes I wonder… which parts in me are they reflecting? It’s not just out there that’s losing its footing and that’s not so bad something new is coming Its just the false falling away When reason fails and it all tumbles down there’s always poetry and the silence in sound we’re just moving towards something deeper And, if everything we thought we knew turns out not to be true well... fine that’s better than being a sleeper
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Kathleen, You might like what my day brought?
Today, I found my own way of getting the truth in front of the masses;
I donned my weekly grocery shopping uniform which includes a Bright yellow Tee-Shirt with 'Covid UnVAXXED - WE LIVE LONGER' (front) and 'Covid Unvaxxed CLUB' on the back.
I passed a Covid Vax Centre, now better known as an 'extermination point' for the unknowing masses. Or 'the showers' in WW2.
At Reception I was asked "Have you come for your booster?"
I asked if they had any information on Vax Injuries & Vax related Deaths. I was given a Pfizer brochure that downplayed everything detrimental to their highly profitable POISON.
This proved that Informed Consent No Longer EXISTS and that the medical Hippocratic Oath to "DO NO HARM" also no longer applies in the UK.
After being noticed by a few Lemmings I left feeling I had managed to get my message across to at least a few intended victims of the World Depopulation Program.
LIABILITY must be reintroduced for Vax makers = COMMON SENSE.
Then this farce will end suddenly, Pfizer will be BANKRUPT and life will get back to normal!
Mick from Hooe (UK) Unjabbed top live longer.
Hooo-weeee, I like this piece a whole lot, touching on depths we don’t bring into consciousness on the daily. Will have to revisit, Kathleen, I imagine different things emerge from the depth at different states of being.