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The Living Force
Excuse me @Neil, I'll comment again .The main thing that gets to me about all of this is being powerless. The majority of these heroes, while outgunned, they were powerful, some had superpowers even. I'm just a sack of meat, for the time being at least.
While some people were having dreams of zombies, I was having dreams about people being possessed by aliens. It was quite a vivid dream, and without going into a whole lot of detail about it, I was tasked with recovering some kind of metal box artifact with hieroglyphics on it that the aliens wanted but were kind of afraid of. I recovered the artifact but the aliens were waiting for me and I got shot and collapsed against a wall, bleeding out. An MIB walked in, which was actually a probe for a Mantis being, swiped the artifact, and forced me to stare into its cold, endlessly dark eyes. Then it telepathically told me something to the effect of "The forces of creation bow to our will. You are nothing. Your resistance will amount to nothing. Feel your helplessness. Feel that helplessness envelop you as you gaze upon the presence of your Lord and learn your place in the universe." Now the way these beings speak to you, it's like they bore into your heart and then their thoughts reverberate throughout your entire body. I certainly felt helpless, but managed to squeak out a feeble "F- you." That was not what he wanted to hear and he killed me. While I suspected this was some kind of genuine transdensity psychic interaction, it was still something I could write off as being "just a dream." The situation with Trump makes me feel the same way as I did staring into that creature's eyes, and it's not just a dream..
As far as looking for someone to blame, for a moment I wanted to lash out, but I quickly remembered what Laura had said about critical channeling, and that everything must be analyzed critically, especially one's own thinking toward the subject being analyzed. I realized I had no one to blame except my own naivete and emotional attachment to a positive outcome. Not making that mistake again.
I'm not going anywhere, and this defeat has me itching for a fight; as Gurdjieff said, "today is a good day to die." Even though I'm not seeing much of a legitimate possibility for a positive outcome at the moment, I want to go out giving the Mantises/PTB/stormtroopers/whatever the hell a big "F- you." A lot of my choices in the future seem to revolve around choosing exactly how I want to die, but they won't become more clear until Biden is sworn in.
I'd venture to say, based on what you usually say, I figure you kinda find the day to day world mundane and thereby use imagination to pepper over the perceived mundanity. I say this as from your posts I always get this cosmic perspective. You have an uncanny ability to capture imagination in language and your mind isn't bounded down to mundanity from existence.
This is all great and well but there's a key price you're paying here and I don't know if you know it. Obviously this is if what I said is anywhere near true. You be the judge.
The price is that you let your mind spell bind you. It's like being in the movies and watching a movie by your favoured movie director.
I think there's something to be said about embracing boring things, finding excitement in that, seeing the magic in boring things. You're way up there in the cosmos, you need your mind back down here, in the world.
In my view, rather than be spellbound by whatever talents you have, you should learn to see them as a tool, separated from you. You should learn to not make things about you, about your imagination. I mean, I know... to go back to my initial metaphor, people with Ferraris tend to you know, kind of make things about themselves. I mean, cmon, how could they not? They are out here driving Ferraris turning heads
In any case, enough with the depressive stuff, starting to sound like one of those artists who's about to fall into depression before proceeding to produce some masterpiece or something. The only masterpieces you should be producing are things that will be of use / help to others, not self-serving to ones downed emotions. De-spellbind yourself. Who knows what might happen then .
And I know... I'm sorry... The C's were meant to be your ticket to the cosmos and now all that is in jeopardy. I mean, there predictions were your ticket. Like I can imagine this can throw one into some sort of crisis. What if all there is, is mundanity - the world, your life and that's it! This is probably your crisis. That the imagination isn't true. Yikes!
You should know, the cosmos, if it were true, it would be blocked from view by the imagination. Take that how you will.
Anyways, FWIW.