[thoughts from ~burning woman~ ]
Begin with a simple vision of a past long lost to your DNA, unthinkable to your history. A past when certain intelligences moved away from their worlds, scattering in the infinity of space and time. Some cross a great barrier and find themselves in this universe, a very young and strange place full of chaos and rage. The wandering space travelers are now the ancients on the scene. They attract precocious, hungry, predatory life-forms. These young energies infest the ancients’ minds and a symbiotic relationship ensues. In exchange for their wisdom, the young ones give the ancients new energy.
A new being develops in this co-evolution. And the great galaxies; Magellanic Clouds and nebulae continue to be born and in turn to give birth to lesser systems, some swarming with incoherent, chaotic, life. Truly, some parts of this universe are nothing if not one great big Saturday night party that is so much fun no one wants to go home…
The new being observes the cooling of worlds and the settling of new life forms. It discovers and uses mitosis to become many. It follows its instincts and chooses a variety of new worlds to inhabit. There is another Diaspora and most lose track of others.
Uncountable years later…
In the Sol system a small world is birthed from the death of another, a water world that soon teems with life. The new being comes hither and observes. “I will leave my seed on this world,” it states. And it does so.
The seed becomes known as human, though it is but pseudo-human. The new seed being having yet to give meaning to its existence sees its world as a place to control, subdue, conquer. It chooses to be a predator and to fight for its right to exist on its chosen world. Over time it discovers it has no serious challenger among the many predators of its new world except for its own species, disease and death. It beats out the odds against these through the use of its female counterpart as a birth mother. She gives birth without restraint and population increases exponentially. All is well.
Not really. The pseudo-human can’t seem to adapt to his new world. Whereas nature tells him of balance he chooses to set himself up as ruler above nature. He chooses an artificial lifestyle to sustain himself. Except for small vulnerable groups who made the effort to adapt themselves to their environment, “man” as he has come to think of himself, refuses to do so. Those who adapted are enslaved, poisoned, killed and their way of life destroyed.
It’s history, at least the last part unavoidably so.
However much I tried (I remember quite a few “tries” I call past lives) I’ve never been able to fit in “your” world. Your thoughts are not mine; neither are your ways. I despise your values (or lack thereof) and equally despise how easily you are mind-enslaved by individuals less intelligent than yourself.
Your rulers; your leaders; your bosses; your healers; your teachers: all of them, almost without exception, are exploiters. All of them lie to you. Teachers do not teach: at best, they instruct; at worse they indoctrinate. Those who would teach are not allowed. Your religious gurus are in it for the money and the glory. Your politicians, ditto. Your legal interpreters, well, is there another lawyer joke out there waiting to be constructed? Your money launderers you call bankers: what role do they play but to enslave you further to their artificially created and maintained global debt load? What about your great corporate businesses? Surely, based on their commercials they have your best interest at heart? (Sarcasm!).
Conclusion: you are not of this world. You never adapted to its ways and are moving further and further from such an adaptation. Sadly, you have no other world to go to either. Heaven and Hell (as options) are just mirror images of Earth — as below, so above (and so further below!). What else is there? If you are but body, you end up in the flames of the crematorium or rot in an underground box. Death is the one predator you cannot conquer, not ever. May as well have never existed that those billions you destroyed in your egotistical greedy madness to conquer absolutely nothing could have had the life you denied them.
Co-evolution ensured your survival but it did not prepare you to adapt to any particular world. How others like yourselves have fared on other worlds, in other galaxies and other universes, I won’t say because it would be meaningless without your own willing participation in such explorations and your acceptance of what your “visions” and “dreams” would tell you. Knowledge comes from information and experience. I can give you information. I cannot give you experience. Information without experience is poison.
If you would know who you are (as a species and sub-species) I suggest you look at yourself using a mental scalpel. Open yourself under your own microscope as you interact with others like you and with your environment in general. Watch how you think about “others”. Watch what you say. What you do. What you buy. What you use. What you eat. What you wear and why. What you use as shelter. Watch carefully who it is that speaks through your mind: is it you, or is it someone, something, you trust/fear more than yourself? Are you the product of someone else’s thoughts and ideas? Watch carefully. Decide then if what you observe is what you really choose to be — and you would not be anyone or anything else no matter what — or if you wish to become something else. If so, what else?
You are the product of co-evolution. Your past is so deep and distant; so full of weirdness that you would be scared to death to see what you used to be. To arrive here you have mutated, changed and changed. Now you can easily see you were never prepared to live on this small world. You don’t have a clue how it functions in relation to the real you. You don’t really know what to do with yourself when confronted with Earth. But you know how to exploit. You know how to forcefully take and you revel in destruction and killing. You express yourself for the most part in mindless rage.
Imagine you wake up one morning alone and naked in some Earthian wilderness. You realize it’s your city’s exact location before there was any human being there. You’ve lived here, as an alien, all of your life surrounded by all the artifacts that make your puny, meaningless consumer life possible. Now there’s just the naked physical you and the real world: nature. What about you will determine whether you live or die? The alien part, that which has never tried to adapt, will be helpless here. What natural part of you can you awaken that may save you in this scenario?
Debate all you want about evolution versus creation. But the only thing that matters is, can you adapt to this world before you push it beyond its ability to support you, even should you choose to meet it at its natural level?
If you are annoyed by my use of the pronoun “you” in speaking of Earthians, I want you to know that I am not one of you. I can interact with you quasi-normally (according to YOUR rules, not mine) though you have certainly pushed me to my limits and beyond many times, but I cannot join with you through any of your recognized, legalized, accepted relationships, beliefs and performances. I won’t play possum with my mind and allow it to atrophy as a trophy to some Power, whatever you wish to call such.
I come from cosmic infinity and to the Cosmos I return. The stars of your galaxy, of northern and southern hemispheres are but dandelion and buttercup flowers in my current life’s front and back yards.