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Firescape Fridays Philosophy Poetry

Inner Monologue | FF 23

A political ideology is always faulty
and, lacking inherent existence, temporary
empty of true philosophy
each strawman finds himself merely
propped up in dependence
                    – in most cases –
upon a fat paycheck,
pockets stuffed with straw
and sometimes a free iPhone X

We witness a dreamlike hologram
feeling like it’s played out before
hollow men assailed by eight concerns
running to this part of the world and that
searching for sensual pleasures
                    – or escaping crap –
a quick high, come down, fall flat
putting it all online, shamelessly on the line
and still, with each desire filled
birthing seven more in place
and as the siren’s wine is spilled
each vice is found and chased

I know the appearance to be empty
I know it’s just the karma of this life
arising moment by each moment
ever changing, temporary, light
only made serious in grasping
and how we hold the tendency so tight
we struggle to create a better habit
to remember all appearance dreamlike
is just effects of actions of past mind
and in present moment torment
patient endurance does just fine
as never for discouragement
could I justify a moment’s time

While we wish it would be easy
and that others’ take our pain
there never was a politician
who sacrificed money or his name
and if I need a hero
                    – and certainly I do –
I just put Dharma into practice
maintaining faith & pure virtue
and never was a better hero
than my internal motive true
mixed with my Spiritual Guide
and all of Buddhas’ blessings too

Oh how my success is guaranteed! and
perhaps because my name means halfwit
I won’t cling to one inborn habit
finding no meaning in madness
I abandon gross self conceptuality
and break attachment to all pleasures brief
now seeing clearly the suffering it brings
not to mention pervading disappointment
hearing “Is that all there is?” old Peggy Lee sings
wondering, doubting that we’ll learn
caught in a world lacking honourable kings
I will not find a perfect ordinary being

It does no good to stomp and yearn
or spend much time out in search
of something I could never find
in this world and in this time
a (single) man – no, not even one –
who knew when to speak or hold his tongue
and understood why war was waged and won,
a man who lives with honour
and dies by sword
or                  – at the very least –
can keep his word
perhaps he has philosophy
more than a mishmash of newage trickery
a value system tried and true
but then… he would have time for… who?

No, no such person could exist
but female fantasies persist;
so this hero imagined
I take it upon myself to become
and just crank up the volume
if I wish to feel strings, bass and drum
enjoying skin-kiss from torrid summer sun
that sensual object simply swapped
for this other one
changing suffering is all we appear
until awakened from this cursed nightmare
happy ever after begins to seem
no more than an impossible dream

Yet it’s also my firm work-in-progress
because effects must arise
as no action is wasted
and His compassion prophesied
all beings become enlightened
all happy, all free
it won’t be found in samsara
won’t arise from this political crime spree –
we ourself abandon bullshit
and gain control of our mind
with spontaneous understanding
we take it upon ourself to be kind
no other can take responsibility
for this, your one precious life
for when swallowed by death
you leave this world for the next
and there is no remember
no refuge, no best
no freedom, just sufferings
for aeons, without rest

Making use of this life
means bowing out of the race
I haven’t the time
I can’t keep worldly pace
my focus and practice is a spiritual drive
never separate, never selfish
never political nor so contrived
understanding my actions imprint on all minds
I refrain from harming others
and strive to be wise
always increasing my wisdom
and with blessings apply
each Dharma teaching in correct stride
this cannot be mandated nor politicized
for a Spiritual Path is individual
and                  – in most cases –
private, not public,
but for each, he decides
when to opt out and regain control
of his conscious awareness
and reprogram his soul
until then, never satisfied

I cannot help but laugh
at the fake tears our politicians cry
even as some will believe their lies
I laugh because I am not surprised
and I will not be corrupted
                    – even in spite –
because happiness is only comprised
of parts found within the mind
                    – never outside –
so I cannot be bought
I will not run nor hide
and having removed the delusions
pure loving peace now abides
so I can truly help others
without self
                    – or political ties.

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Lethal Loopholes | FF 4

Whenever there has been a legal exemption or loophole whereby governing bodies can make wide use of humans to advance the grand motives of a nation as a whole, or just the ruling class, the advantage is taken with impunity.

Whether it has been to use widely available slaves to erect grand monuments and pyramids, later an accomplishment described as otherworldly (perhaps present laws forbid that level of inhumanity); whether it’s been to exterminate populations with reluctant or hearty support from people who were once deemed credible and rational (and who received this status of logic back when they had shown their fickleness in earnest, switching loyalties again); whether it has been to build a railroad across Canada with dispensable human labourers of particular descent; or whether it is to test new medicine that has never before been proven effective, causing injury and death to lab animals in recent public clinical trials before it was being widely developed for, then promoted and mandated to, the entire public.

Or perhaps, one can see the timeliness for needing a capitalist advantage when in pharmaceutics they were extremely close to a marketable mRNA vaccine but lacked proper funding to prove that it wouldn’t be harmful which, due to failure thus far, they didn’t have. Nor could they come up with a new motive for new widespread vaccination mandates without a devastating reason (and no alternative). Nothing could be better than a worldwide pandemic desperate for its own end than to allow for: mass funding, mass production, mass testing. (Hysteria, fear, environmental neglect, a grand distraction)

That is all fact thus far. The fact is that an advantage exists. How can that be denied? The factors are not the conspiracy theories; the answer behind the “WHY” is the conspiracy. And since we do not know, everything is theory. 

For example, one theory is that it would be quite easy in a pharmaseutics lab to create or mutate a virus without having to disclose its existence to governing bodies or the public. The fact that mandatory publication of pharmaceutical projects and studies does not exist must support this theory. How easy would it be to release it? I read, in an article written in 2017, that Moderna was choosing not to publish its research but instead was keeping it “secret” promoting an air of secresy and competition – in a field that is now “benefiting” the entire world, that each individual in Canada is now being forced to submit to or be deemed irrational and unethical.

How can this be? How can pharmaceutics exist without a Hippocratic oath at its core? Without true values or virtue? How can they profit to such a degree and still be held free from liability? I have read that the government will give pay outs to those “injured” from the vaccine – a payout is not a restorative measure, it is mere compensation. How can money recover your lost livelihood or your very life? What’s more, this is taxpayer money, not funds siphoned from big pharma’s profit margin. 

How can we pretend that “this” is the only option? “This” which we do not even have to speak by name, now that an entire globe can speak the same language of disease by action. Not in understanding of how things actually work. With no understanding of the spaces between. Simply a repeated consistent narrative driven by the largest, most successful and most expensive marketing scheme. A scheme so important that the dollars could not have been spent elsewhere – certainly not cleaning up our environment nor our minds – the birthplaces of all disease.  How can a sick society invent its own cure and force everyone to take it – even though we know – scientifically repeatable – that no one solution or discourse has ever been appropriate to all people at one time?

What is the invisible force that all world leaders are now bending their knee to? What is this force that we are all being bent to? What alien invasion has so corrupted leadership when with impunity they can force everyone without exception to change the ecosystems of their bodies before an error has even occurred? What voice has banished the utterance of the word “experimentation”? For even without medicine, life is one big experimentation – how can we argue that? When we have no idea what is to unfold. Can anyone say what is about to unfold? Can anyone say honestly that he does not hold fear in his heart? Please, lead me to the fearless man, for he must have the answers. Yet, if he does not reveal them, I know there must exist some fear. For I am no one. Certainly no one to fear. 

If you fear me or hate me at reading words on a page, words that constitute no part of my being, simply ask yourself this one question and investigate it fully without compromise: Why?

When we investigate the WHY of the pandemic, as in WHY did this virus hit so hard – the answer is not in the common thread of the virus- because everyone experienced the virus differently. The factors that made the virus more deadly in some and not in others was not that the virus had a spike protein…it was that the environment was polluted, some people were old, some young, some healthy, some sick, the most affected were already afflicted – mainly by age. 

Improvement to things that we can control is being abandoned: commonalities of the polluted environments, lack of health care, poverty, heart conditions and existing disease,  disadvantages that severely lessened a person’s chance at easy recovery from what could have been classified as this year’s cold.

If only we were looking to real preventative measures to stop such a thing arising again in a new form! But there is no task force looking into that… and so I will not be made to submit to a edict set out in economic laziness. My life is not an economy course, and taking a vaccine will not make me more productive. 

If I am forced to submit to something so against my will and rationale, I fear it will not be long before I am lost to suicide or at least its fantasy as I long to untether myself – not just from a diseased world, but such a willfully ignorant one. 

Look to the profiting powers playing their hand of distraction. See what devastation is coming should we take no action. Understand what real safety is and how none is actually offered to you or your family. Wake up and see the truth – or at the very least, see the lies.


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Responsibility 2

One day we will recall
how we contributed to our own enslavement

Or we can forget
like we always have
And lay the blame
on someone else

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Philosophy Poetry

Locked Out

So much for lock downs
Gone are the days when
Doing your part
Was staying at h♡me

Now to do your part
Is to submit your autonomy
To rulers intent on
Achieving numbers
Improving economy dependent on
Temporary numbers
To secure an insecure future

What will come next?
I cannot say
But someone should
Depose to dissent
If only to capture
At least one other perspective
Though there should be
Perhaps millions expressed
Hegemony or survival?