No - I will not pretend that your psychosis, your Wetiko - is in any way healthy.
I will not pretend that your need to attempt to control the personal life decisions of other human beings is anything but horrifying.
You are not righteous in attempting to dominate others - you are pitiful, you are weak, and more than this - you are not well.
You are very sick.
You have a virus of the mind- a Wetiko - and have succumbed to a great evil.
That is the truth, as I see it.
Your illness does not get to rule this world.
Your illness does not get to dominate all of reality.
Your illness has no place in the heart of a radiant humanity.
Your illness is machine made - born from the dregs of this world - a complete prison for the soul.
And until you unplug from the fear pornography that you have become addicted to - you will know no other reality.
Until you take the courage to individuate from the hive mind and to begin to know your own soul - you will be lost to the true majesty of this world.
Your life will be lived without the presence of full
Spirit.
Your life will be a play of shadows on the wall - and never - never the true splendor - the incredible prism of color that we all have the ability to perceive.
It is a terrible tragedy - but it is the prison that you build for yourself by believing so completely in your superiority, and by clinging so emphatically to a reality that is collapsing.
And all we can do is watch - and refuse the Wetiko ourselves. All we can do is hold the torch for your great return.
Do not take too long, for soon it will be too late.
When will you turn on the light - and remember your own divine presence?
When will you cease with your incessant narcissism and drink from the cool cup of humility, and simply allow for another world, another path, to exist?
When will you step back into the running stream of life itself, and reach your arms up to the heavens, and sing with all your spirit - calling back the power of your ancestral lineage - speaking in your mother tongue - and cast out the darkness that you have succumbed to?
The hour is late.
Your sickness grows stronger.
Cast it out, and give yourself the eyes to see again.
Give yourself the gift of your own humble and exquisite presence.
Embrace liberation and the path of your own remembrance.
No one can do it for you.
Time is now
