A crisis of identity

What do you call the situation where, if you don’t wake up, disaster is going to happen?

That’s right, you call it a nightmare.

It’s just, in this dream of materiality, this material reality, this quantum spacetime we live in, I don’t know if I should try and wake up myself, or try and wake you up.

Wake you all up!

Because I think that is the only way to keep disaster from happening.

I am afraid, I will not lie, I am very afraid that we are heading for a total nightmare, a total disaster, a full apocalypse. Yesterday I was talking about pollution and extinction, about people starving and war being omnipresent, and the striking thing I wanted to talk about, was how everyone here is feeling fine. Happy with the world.

And if you’re not, you are sick.

You are perhaps anti-social.

You should be locked up and corrected in a designated facility.

As I was.

Now I am fine again, I love the civilian small-minded life. I tend to my garden, I wax my car. My house is always clean and my clothes are straight and normal. I even took out my piercing and thank God I never got any tattoos.

I am normal now, everyone can see.

I talk about the weather.

Small talk.

Nothing important.

And you see, the thing is about the devil, he dresses up in the image of your body, and you think he is you. You think you are him.

But he is just something, some object in your field of awareness.

The awareness, the original spirit, that is your real and universal identity.

And he plays with you, games and tricks, and he is always working on your nerves and frustrating you. Tempting you to fail. Making sure you get stuck in life. He is there to keep you dead.

And you think it is you who is doing your best to stay dead.

But it is not you!

You are the one trying to rise.

You are the one that is trying to wake up.

And I am here to help you.

Not the devil.

You.

It’s just that there are people in this world, in this dream, who like the devil very much, and they like playing his games and impersonating him.

They keep you stuck, they keep you dead.

And they have you thinking, as good politicians are able to do, that you are the one who’s interests are being served.

But in truth, it is not your interests.

It is theirs.

Just like the game in your head, it is exactly the same thing.

So you identify with the right winged politicians, you identify with the racist slur, you identify with the capitalist materialism, you identify with the toys and games that you suppose are in your interest.

But it is not in your interest.

It is in theirs.

It is in your interest to wake up, and to identify no more. It is in your interest to fight for your freedom, your sanity and your soul.

To ask for real life, for a space to breathe, a time to chill, a word to say, a love to live and a life to love.

When Moses came from the mountain, he found the people worshipping a false God. A golden calf. It is no different now, we are all worshipping the gold calf, perhaps the bull on Wall Street.

We are all playing right into the hands of the devil.

And I am not here to help him.

I am here to help you.

To wake you up, and keep disaster from striking this dream into a nightmare.

Because you are the soul, you are the Mother of nature embodied, you are the eternal truth of awareness, spirit and love, and you long to move, and you long to breathe, and you long to be free and happy, as is your birthright, and as was the way of life of some people before the devil came with his guns and boats and slavery.

Did that slavery ever end?

Or did the devil never let you go after all?

I don’t think he is inclined to just set you free and let you live your life, unhampered, happy, at home in the garden of nature.

He keeps you struggling, he keeps you buried, he keeps you gasping for a moment of breath.

He loves seeing you suffer, and you identify with him.

You suffer, because you think you have to.

You think it is in your best interest.

How I wish you would identify no more.

How I wish you would fight him.

Throw him out, and reclaim your sanity, reclaim your life, reclaim your world.

Can you?

Shall we try?

You think you are the one being served, but you are only serving him.

You think you are the one controlling things, but it is things controlling you.

We have to stop all of this game, and the thing is, it has to start by you waking up.

By realizing you are fooled, by coming to see that there is something in your head, something in the world, that is enjoying your suffering, that is laughing, and that does not give a fuck if you live or die.

You have to become aware, start to see, begin to open your eyes.

It is not at all making you happy, it is making them happy.

It is not at all making you prosper, it is making them prosper.

And I, you, we, have to take the power back.

We have to live life the way it was meant to be, breathing freely the air that is our birthright, moving freely and joyfully, like a dance, like a trance. We have to heal our hurts and shed our tears. We have to hug the ones we care about and kick ass if we want to.

We have to be!

Live a bit.

We cannot play dead and pretend all of our lives.

Life is not a game, life is serious business.

And you should start taking your life serious, you should be serious about yourself. About your heart, your soul, about just the way you feel.

You should start caring more about you than about your politicians.

And you should know that God is with you.

As long as you are with God.

As long as you choose to live, to love, to laugh, to give, to dance, to feel, to speak, and to live your life for real.

It is not a game, and you are not to be fooled with.

Because they are fooling you up there in that White House, they have nothing better to do. And all the while they are thinking how they can get better from it. They don’t care about you.

So you should.

And stop identifying.

Stop all this business with the flag, with the color, with the language and the pecking order.

Nature made us all. She made our bodies another exciting home for herself, for her soul to dwell in. And the soul of nature is love, and we should know and feel, and embody that.

Why not make a new flag, a flag showing off our planet.

And we all, black and white, Mexican and Chinese, can start saluting to that flag.

Saluting to the Mother, saluting to the heart.

To the living source of all our lives, our health and our prosperity.

Nature does not pay you, but she gives you an apple.

She gives you medicine.

She gives you clothes and music to dance to.

She gives you all of herself for free.

Why not salute her?

Why salute the devils in the White House?

Why salute your CEO cutting down your salary to pay for his bonus?

Why salute the almighty dollar that does not give itself equally to the millionaire and the starving alike?

Why salute the hate?

It is so not you.

It so doesn’t suit you.

What does suite you is a smile on your face and a joke from your heart.

Excitement on your cheeks and passion in your soul.

Let’s be real.

Let’s be love.

Let’s be straight.

We are not the devil, so why act as if we were?

Stop identifying.

You are not getting better from it.

So I have to wake you up.

Don’t you think we are heading for a fall, we are heading straight for extinction, disaster, doomsday?

And why swim in your private pool sipping your Bacardi, when you could be fighting for your life?

Why die like sheep, like slaves, like zombies, like people deaf and blind and senseless.

Why not come to your senses and raise your voice, why not punch the White House in the face and salute your Mother?

Why not fight for your life, your self-worth and dignity?

Why not demand to be treated with respect?

Why not give a fuck?