Life and death, lies and truth, roles and the true self, questions of a long ago known, but still hiding inner answer.
Just musing... without - or with? - a certain purpose... you may decide at the end.
Ah, a retired has many time to ponder.
Come with me, my imagination takes us to far, to past, to future - to a parallel life.
In an aircraft you are sitting now, alone in thirty thousand feet heights above the earth, in unimaginably far from tangible material life, one and single ruler of existence, plenipotentiary creator of your parallel reality.
Once, long ago you got commands that transformed your mind and became to conviction. Now already there is no need for command. The self-acting role works automatically.
You are here to kill!
Oh, no, this not that kind of "honest" murder, when you stand in front of your victim and give chance of defence.
No!
Separated from material reality you just have to push the appropriate button.
No faces, no blood, no torn limbs, no dying children, no death howl, no twinge of conscience, just soulless execution.
Only one little movement.
Yes, somewhere in your soul's dim depth a small warning voice tries to remind to God's love and grace, to human life's value, to mankind's oneness... it is too late...
You were trained to belive in separation, in hatred, in fake opinion leaders' false judgements. You were trained to trust not your inner voice, but to perform outside voices' commands without thinking.
And levitating on skies between earth and heaven, feeling almighty force, blinded by power, you push that button again and again... sith those human beings in your crosshairs are just enemy targets.
Enemy, which deserves death... !... ?
Deserves... ?... death... !
Have you ever bethought... how the evil controled material reality manipulates God's children?
Ideologies re-stimulate our soul's most painful points where the unhealed wounds torture us, and incite siblings against each other, as if there would be difference, as if they wouldn't be alike, the same human beings.
Brainwashing ideologies stigmatize by randomly chosen causes... fear, rapacity, lust of power, hatred, money... the ego/evil services its hidden driving force.
And you push the button... again and again...
In that rare moment, when your conscience can send warning signs, your ego takes over control of your suddenly vivified, painful thoughts and disparages your victims.
Yes, dear, this is the cause, why a raped woman is called "b ... ch", why butchered mothers and children were called simply "yellow vietkongs", why Allah's sons are named "terrorists" or that way was Jacob's six million Holocaust victim child called "stinky jewish" !!
You believe these humiliating judgements willingly... yes, dear, I know... otherwise you would go mad, seeing your acts' outcome, seeing hundreds, thousands, millions of innocent victims who became to the ego's - the evil's! - target.
It is easier to lie.
The truth would destroy your whole personality that was built upon your ego's dangerous pride and compensating vindictiveness.
The false scene gives momentary relief to your long ago wounded, suffering being, but to sustain this "painkiller" you have to learn that human beings are worthless!
Empathy, sympathy, love, kindness gets buried under self-deception.
And one day, when you have already landed forever, when your murders get renamed to "heroism" - your attitude decides to follow the old method.
Come with me, dear, now you sit in front of your pc monitor... and you push the keyboard keys... again and again...
Oh, yes, internet is a perfect simulation of physical distance, a great possibility to attack unknown human beings... and the psychical abuse can be equal to physical murder... parallel registrations under different nicknames become your hiding places... where a sorrowful, dead soul's slipped personality follows the old pattern... and the world wide web gives place to your private war's sick battles in an offense, where the winner loses the most, stepping over borders of emptiness.
Life and death, lies and truth, roles and the true self, questions of a long ago known, but still hiding inner answer.
Just musing... without - or with? - a certain purpose... you may decide at the end.
