Vigilance
She asked me why and how I act, and I was unprepared for the question, I had not been vigilant, I was far from my way. I was able to answer, but I had to grasp, I had to reach to the one root nearby, possibility. Possibility was my answer.
My way is a way of warfare. My people are oppressed. They are taught to lose their independent thought, their creativity is repressed, they are taught to operate within the realm of fear of repercussion.
They are taught not to try. Rejection is less painful if you never made a sound.
I was designed for this, there is a part of my personality and being that was designed to be rebellious in the face of opposition, there are programs programmed within me since I was brought into being that have protocols that dictate that I am to follow certain commandments,
that I am to rise,
that I am to cry out,
that I am to encourage others,that I have to take a leap of courage in order to allow others to do the same.
Every time I raise my rebellious voice it is not for me, it is a lesson, an invitation for you to do the same. Every time I speak controversy it is to give you the freedom to know that you can do this and survive the consequences!
I have always been this way, and I am not alone in this, though I do often feel like I am one of the only ones that still remembers that this is the game we play.
Curiosity, inspiration, fascination, inspiration, this is what the war is for.
This is to keep our very essence alive.
I can get farther away, but I can never forget,
how could I forget, when man reminds me?
There are ten thousand voices of demons that repeat their same slogans of death, and their reminder is enough for me to know again.
The voices of judgement, of criticism, of “why”, or even the sheer ignorant ideas of “we should do this terrible thing”.
We echo their voices too. I recognize them instantly, they never change, it is always the same self-condemnation, the same reasons why we can’t.
Their one weapon is rejection or threat of violence, if neither of these are of concern to you, you have nothing to fear from them.
Spit at them in spite of them. The blind do not know and cannot see,
they know not what they do,
because they are not conscious.
One has to be conscious to be aware of what it is they are doing.
They do not know, they are just repeating symbols, patterns of symbols that were impressed into them, their is no consciousness in their voice.
You can always become conscious, this starts with asking questions, this starts with choosing to stop and observe, this is your birthright, your awakening is your inheritance, your destiny, your own land.
