How can anyone, today, possibly hear and heed messages from Spirit? We are becoming drone deaf. We are a swelling, sweating mass of undulating humanity, a rainbow of colors, living out our lives in some ugly, miserable corner of the planet or running ourselves ragged in another. Technology is transforming us into a gigantic, hybrid, techno-human being, with ear buds firmly implanted in our ears, our mobile phones in a death grip as we feverishly text friends and family. We are inundated, daily, with bad news about conflicts and wars, or some sort of calamity, some sort of future catastrophe. The Truth is, our reality is what we make it. But is this really what we are all about? -- Conflict and Suffering? And is this how humanity will end? -- it was all just a big mistake, a cruel joke, a casual tryst, a one night stand, that produced something truly regrettable? We just didn't fall out the sky and land here by accident. We were given an opportunity to grow here, to learn from our mistakes, to help others, to really make a difference on this planet. We are Thought fragments. Fragments of a Whole. But we just can't seem to get our collective thoughts together to form the Whole. We are two halves of an Idea, one part Good, the other part Bad. We have choices-- we can continue to feed the bad part or choose to feed the good part. We've made mistakes, yes, but we are instilled with the ability to reverse course if necessary and make things right. Instead, in so many instances we choose to empower governments, groups and organizations to make our choices. We stand by idly while those who rail against the Matrix, those who offer meaningful solutions and cures either inexplicably disappear or are ridiculed and demonized so badly they can't make a difference anymore. We pick the wrong people to lead us. We allow the psychopath to run our lives, ruin our lives, and make our decisions. We condone lying and cheating, asymmetry, murder and mayhem. Will all that remain of us be but meaningless, hollow discarded husks spidering across a dirty warehouse floor, swept up into piles to be used as fertilizer or fodder? Other species have come and gone. What makes us so smug to think it can't happen to us? The Ancients' message is still with us. There are many garbled voices out there. So many, in fact, that they are making us go mad. Just witness the Insanity going on around us. Spirit is still amongst us but will only reveal Itself if we consciously choose to quiet our thoughts, still our minds and open our hearts.
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