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A Sailor of The Soul: Navigating Inside The Matrix

We live in a social world (unless we flip the switch to make it private) it is generally public. The social world is formed by culture and language, and typically how society identifies itself and in contrast to other societies. This is pluralism: “a condition or system in which two or more states, groups, principles, sources of authority, etc., coexist.” All the happenings of the social world is operating in a communication system.

From a bird’s eye view, we all are integrated in a communication system – which has many channels, influences and narratives sharpening the world view: the way we perceive it and what role do we play in it. It is truly a matrix. Everything is connected. What happens in Timbuktoo – still happened even though you at home watching a TV program and eating tomato soup with crackers.

I fantasize about living: heaven on earth. And I know to accomplish that goal – I have to take radical action rather than just dream about it. It’ll be a process of transformation that will take “fighting the good fight with the love that consumes.”

Firstly, I will have to know thyself, and since reality is just a 3D hologram  – my body is the expression of my soul,  in other words: how you can identify me (knock-knock);

Secondly, energetic information is everywhere (all things living and non-living), such as – even that piece of crumbled up receipt paper in your trash basket has an energetic imprint (because somebody’s thought action with help from a machine manifested that roll of receipt paper into being and whatever the situation that lead to producing that receipt gave that ordinary piece of paper some additional character (and I don’t think the receipt in the trash basket is taking it personally – c’est la vie);

Thirdly, with perfect foreknowledge or intuition, I chose or gravitated to who I need to interact with, align with: sharing a common purpose and limitation, and those–and only those–people (soul friends) would be part of the conversation and soul group to manifest ‘heaven on earth’, or at least aware of its existence.

Within this social world, this entire communication system has been, not coincidentally, invented to ensure everyone who needs to be involved can be involved. Understanding that all systems are build on rules and codes, sometimes things are hidden in plain sight. Much like by following The Laws of Attraction allows for opportunities to connect to good situations. Ohhh to be a sailor of the soul. Navigating the Matrix is not easy, but I just have to be my ‘highly sensitive magnificent weirdo’ self, working towards heaven on earth as part of my lifestyle and just ask for what I want- because how else will it  be known….”abracadabra”, “presto!.”

A Culture Song by the Anti-hero

I enjoy living with a lot of big ideas and knowing the struggle, well challenges to see them materialize – for the hardships are just guiding me along the way to see the big picture one day completed.

Everybody relates to the world differently, yet it is in that, our language, identity forms our culture. At what vantage point do we perceive the best that a city can be civil, creative, conscious? The desire is a choice – I hope comes from a cooperative culture, a wisdom of crowds.

I wrote this poem, inspired by a note I wrote about the experiences of a faustian man dreaming a renaissance – while living in a despotic City.

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I.

experience this connexion

with a composite of

contrition and confusion

crimey and crap

 

the cloak and dagger

a creature of collective

and corrupted consciousness

courage to dream is gome

 

the callous crowds commune

our culture is compromised, compartmentalized

our arts are commercialized

chivalry is scape goated

 

II.

the faustian ,man in the city

the spirit of the cant

communication: exquisite corpse

credulous creeps

 

clay and gray cornerstones

canary in a cage confessions

a creed is called

the creed is cynicism

 

the cold, cold waters

for the creative community pulse

a story of this city’s claim

of the achievements that never came

 

-ARW