79_Symbology,

The humanities are the complete antithesis to knowing someone as an individual when general theory and knowledge of what we are taught to believe, tells us nothing of the unconscious of the individual, as if we had all been brain-washed by State, education, media and a present zeitgeist to sell ourselves in order to try to become the generalised theory of belief - that is all that we know of the individual, just to remind us of who they presumably are.

We are to surmise, that we are a confused generation of competitive beings from health to career, from having the best children to the best car. Unfortunately, the state only expects us to follow the dream and not to truly speak out. So, what is our inner symbology, but the symbiosis of relating to one another, more often by comedy and apology to get through the day, and there is nothing real to it, other than to seek an intellectual basis of conversation. Really, we are dealing with a new symbology in a new paradigm. The new pattern or model is to be agreeable at all times, not to cause a fuss, but to allow the crowd to be. In some form of mass engineering to make us all happy, with what we have in case we never have any more. And to remind us of the health risks along the way in our communal journey with the only old paradigm that still exists, immortality, if we can start to believe in a God again, then it is he who will take on our worries.

We have gone from an 1800’s God believer, to an Enlightened 1900’s theory of the “death of religion”, to a Second Millennial return to God if only to make monotheism the biggest clean-up operation known to man through both emancipation and the question of how we treat our, over indulgent bodies and minds, and therefore how we treat our neighbours. In effect God can count us all in, not the system. Whether indoctrinated or not: ‘YOU MUST BE A PART OF IT’ to be counted. It does not mean read the bible as a compulsory meal, but let the leaders of this counted revolution teach you where you are going wrong, if only by going wrong themselves through old paradigms. This has led to the blasphemy of warped stories of what God did. Marrying his cousin, his sister and his mother, leaving his father, who may have been crucified on birth, taking drugs and having sex all the time, as some kind of manipulative dictator. And then to be told all this was warped again by a fairy-tale to convince the people to be moralists, namely the bible, really written by Kings. It is in fact the only true evidence we have of someone who called themselves God, to become God on arrival to his one and only heaven, and the stories tell what he really did as evidence, a collection of magical stories upheld by Kings to bring guidance, the story itself I will leave you to love.

Our new symbols are getting distorted by individuals ill of pressure from their forced revolution to influence the masses to his or her story of their own individuality, which we can never understand from our own, individual perspective; when religion would keep us justified to be on a communal moral path even if not talked about, we all know it happened, and it begins the beginning of time. So, we decide and justly make sure our children understand it is their hearts that keep this communal love going. Our symbol is a new religion, born by a few individuals, a new state, who are slaves to the masses, for we ask for what we want as the bosses of the system; and above all to care more through understanding of new apocalyptic beliefs that God will come, that the Sun has turned white already, and America’s business leader is an economically driven split-mind: DT. Acceptance rules, and we commit ourselves to never having our own split-mind, by repeating what we know, trying to understand the individual, to make the tide subside and we begin to see ourselves with God as a duality, of nature whose demand for care is our top priority.

Our symbols, once more are nature, religion, state, care and art: all as artists of life ourselves to heal the shock, in our daily lives, that makes us ready for the new paradigm of philanthropy, charity and making life fair again. These you could argue are generalised concepts that make no sense to understanding an individual, but certain pressure groups are making us, through media, into symbols, in love to become a homogenised force of respect for the individual who most personifies them, and it seemingly becomes our duty to rid ourselves of personal pain. The split of those not coping, by the way, is not unique, but an age old hereditary, spiritual, drug induced, accusative, collective split, that all true artists are vying for your fandom, that the government has to convince you of its worth in your individual life, and so the autonomous result, of being told. You have the power to change what is on your heart and mind, and we will let you live your own life, means we can be caused to split if we do not retain control over ourselves in a system that provides and stops us in our tracks, making money & God the only practical healers that can save us; a god on the ground who is love, and wonderfully instructive. If we have the money we will be fine to decide ourselves. So, feel for the poor, still misguided by a system that promises them if they keep working until burnt out then once lying on the floor they can have it all. A market led system is never fair, and birth rights just upset the masses, so be ingenious, and believe in the unbelievable, to hold that split down. ‘Osho’: a modern Indian philosopher even describes it as the age of the ‘split-mind’, that this jolt in the expression of the consciousness is required to evolve even further with spiritual knowledge. “Whatsoever is taken as real, becomes real. Whatsoever is taken as unreal, becomes unreal. You are the creator of your whole world around you.” (Osho, Learning to Silence the Mind, St. Martin’s Griffin, New York, USA, 2012)

There is no literature that can save us. My original inspiration was to be black, to be exotic and to be unique, as a white middle class man of aspiration, to understand this Second Millennial conundrum. Someone else’s was to start a war, someone else’s was to suffer for the masses, and someone else’s was to fight against the system. We can but sit and talk about our differences, particularly as couples until we find human commonalities this time not of symbology but of a symbiosis to pro-create, and get along as friends. For if we are constantly fighting as people, the children will only be fighting themselves until all is, said and done and they find themselves at the top of the mountain that the fight inspired them to build for themselves in the first place, as their own personal challenge, something I don’t wish on any child in love.