I have written that we achieve success through Christ consciousness, but I seem to have been mistaken. The general idea was fitting, but that specific phrase is all wrong. Christ consciousness carries a stench of arrogance; it emanates excessive self-interest. The phrase nauseates. Also, the two words might stand as our central barrier to any real understanding. When the wise teacher shows us the way, we don’t seek to replace the teacher. Mutiny against the wise sharply veers off the correct path. If we allow the oligarchs to press forward with the misguided dreams of godhood, then humans will not only fail in achieving divine status but will irrevocably exterminate the species along the way. All will be doomed. Considering the possibility of straggling survivors, time travel might become our last prayer to reverse the damage. Supposing we could correct our history of errors, the invaluable lessons will eventually dissipate anyway, as history follows the same pattern. Generations that follow lose the wisdom of their ancestors. We would be caught in a never ending cycle of relearning what our ancestors had to learn the hard way. As finite, imperfect humans, we don’t become Jesus. We don’t strive to emulate Him. We try to understand Him.
Do we really think if or when Jesus comes back, we’ll like what He has to say? Do we think He’ll hand out yellow happy face stickers and say, “Good job. Keep doing what your doing.”? In fact, humans will be most distraught at what stern feedback He gives. Bide our time if we must. Sooner or later we will recognize the true consequences of our labor. We will finally see the world stripped of our biases. We will gaze upon the enemy’s true face, and we will realize our adversary came in the name of good. Beforehand, we had thought the animus or the big boss kept us safe. The world, after all, is a small business who pays the gangsters for protection. Did we really think the gangsters who run this block would never charm or flatter us? The cunning gangster does jovially remark, “Be a good boy, and work for us.” We might think we know who we’re dealing with but even though we might not see any weapons, we must know that the gangster holds a smoking barrel to our temple. Gangsters enjoy pretending to be our friends, for without peasants there can be no throne. Unfortunately, authentic friends aren’t found much around here. Jesus is not our friend either, though He is something better. He will tell us that we asked for this economic and political devastation that left us so despondent. Humans want to forget this fact and come out and play. The truth is that the boss tricked us to jam needles into our ears and rub rocks into our eyes. What game shall we play when we can’t hear and we can’t see?
The world burns at the hands of well-intentioned people. They attend their church services, wear their crucifixes, and still manage to overturn buckets of gasoline into the flames. Almost no one is cognizant of their spirit disintegrating into ash. Americans respond to the billowing black smoke by retreating back into the figurative womb. We grew weary of the World Wars and the nuclear arms race last century and then, we grew weary of growing weary. Despite the climate of fear, nuclear war never was practical from a business standpoint. The elitists continue the war mongering to guarantee their flow of currency, their torrent of power. In other words, using an old, tattered phrase, “The show must go on.” Somewhere around this planet, there were some disconnected strangers laughing. Although, as always with dark humor, the laughter does not mean it doesn’t hurt. Everyone’s incinerating here. Desire hurts. Unrestrained desire turns people into implacable, impulsive pleasure seeking machines and as machines, they only seem to understand appearances and hierarchies. Machines are incapable of understanding spirit and unfortunately, they are the chosen administrators of this world. The administrators, under the guidance of the oligarchs, pass down their mechanical behavior to us. They execute the oligarchs’ vision for humanity. This position selects the prize for humanity to work toward. The prize is image conscious success, and success in this life implies satanic success. It’s a numbers game based on income, assets, and dividends. Attaching a number to a person to gauge his or her worth strikes against everything good in this world. If you’re still playing the game, church and prayer won’t save you. You will not be redeemed because you think so highly of yourself.
Authoritarians rely on the vicious passivity of the commoner. They understand how average humans embrace evil and love to excuse themselves by glibly stating, “Just doing my job.” Despite the humanitarian facade, undeserved power dissolves their integrity. The working classes historically allowed revolutionaries to replace the tyrants but time and time again, ushered in the same brand of tyranny. As long as the checks keep coming, the people will look away. The master and the slave complete one another. They both spiral down the cesspit of greed, lust, and ignorance. Pretenders are among them both as well. About every aristocrat and commoner alike believes they’re above average and that the world owes them recognition. Both master and slave wear the same smug look on their faces and adorn the same useless trinkets. Fashionable accessories are essential to this show. This is why the screen before your eyes told you not to touch that dial. Don’t go away because, “But wait! There’s more!” There is always more, but it’s only more lies. When humanity built the stage William Shakespeare spoke of, spouses became accessories, children became accessories, and neighbors became accessories. Before the grand deception, the parade, the fireworks, the big game, and the fickle fashion trends, we had it all. The Earth provided. The rivers were free of toxic sewage, and the air was free of strontium, barium, and aluminum. Our cooperation with one another was critical to our survival. Now our defining motto degraded into a weak rationalization—It’s just business.
Society expects us to bury our righteous indignation. It’s message reverberates distinctly and deeply within our consciousness. Ask for anything real, and society returns a resounding, “No.” It says, “Don’t bother with the truth if you’re conducting serious business.” After all, our seething anger is symptomatic of the truth a business partner or bureaucrat refuses to confront. The living dead don’t appreciate being reminded of the truth. They prefer their mechanical, implanted dreams, the American Dream, the follow the rules and you’ll get paid dream. No matter that governments and corporations treat us like insects, if your fence is high enough, you might salvage some piece of mind. No matter that wealthy oligarchs hire assassins to hunt any spiritual teacher preaching, “Love thy neighbor,” if you surround yourself with enough toys, for a while, the glaring truth might not kick your door in. The oligarchs know perfectly well, united, we survive, and divided, we perish. What better way to divide the population than with providing subversive entertainment, mind-altering drugs, and superficial, depraved individuals for children to emulate? What agenda do the actors, musicians, and socialites push? They’re practitioners of hedonism and as such, they proclaim that wine is the water. As ambassadors of the Bread and Circus Show, they glamorize the chase for that short-lived, egocentric euphoria and the youth, by becoming too deeply involved with their music, dancing, drugs, and sex, are swallowed up by this Bread and Circus Show. When the show digests the youth, the show becomes the reality, and they herald cheap gratification as the giver of life. Anything good is measured against an earthly pleasure. The drug, whether tangible or intangible, represents the epitome of good in this world. The zombies will pervert anything, including the holy and the respectable, to satisfy their pleasure seeking. Despite being essential to life, the population no longer reveres water, and the rotting of civilization is revered in its stead.
Good people arouse suspicion in government agencies. Defend the rights of vulnerable people and you inevitably put a dent in the profits of powerful people. Woe is the one who threatens the king’s lifestyle. Our corrupt kings leverage agencies. Agencies such as the ATF, TSA, NSA, etcetera, are used to either recoup their losses or swiftly stamp out any threat to their gains no matter what the cost. Jesus Christ, on the other hand, allied himself with the people. He refused to be held hostage to the money changers and taught that succumbing to the lure of power and hedonism only results in cyclical self-deception and needless suffering. Unfortunately, that sickness defines this world, and Jesus never claimed this place as His kingdom. If He repeatedly reincarnated into a human body, the wealthiest among us would nonchalantly kill Him every time. Respect for power and hedonism and respect for humanity and life are mutually exclusive. Therefore, we must make this choice, and we must make it count. We must also recognize the possibility of a common thread running through each of our lives. When we notice either encoded or glaring patterns or phenomena that we intuitively feel isn’t right, we’ve probably caught glimpses of this thread. As children, we’re taught that the ghosts of history endured tumultuous wars and callous violence, but haven’t we noticed this story remains the same? Today, the names have changed. Tomorrow, the names will change yet again, but does the story and the plot ever veer off course? What would it take for humanity to pay off its karmic debt? Not only the powerful, we too tuck bloody weapons under our coats while stretching out empty palms. There is a commonality behind these forces of death and destruction that torments humanity.
Spending power has nothing to do with success. Reducing ourselves to commodities marks our complete failure. There’s nothing more irrelevant to success than accumulating the most matter, because winners aren’t confined to an economic system. Winners aren’t defined by how much gold or silver they’re able to hoard. Winners aren’t defined by how many assets make up their wealth portfolio. Currency simply isn’t an accurate unit of measurement when determining success. However, we must define success before we declare its attributes. Success, instead of procuring the most matter, is good action, good as in simultaneously beneficial to oneself and to the rest of humankind. Greed and licentious self-indulgence may be temporarily beneficial to oneself, but it corrupts society. The path to success can only be followed in a noble fashion; for this reason alone, Jesus didn’t need material wealth, power, and money in order to achieve success. Similarly, Mother Nature, doesn’t need to force us to respect her. Nature automatically commands our respect for such an intricate, life-sustaining design. Exploiting us for material gain or belittling us based on our net worth is the hallmark of failure, not of nature’s successes. Our spending power defines how much money we have, not the brilliance of our wit nor the purity of our moral consciousness.