[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara
“The older you get, the more you realize it’s OK to live a life others don’t understand.”
Few older people understand this but it is quite true. What’s to lose? Very little, but what would cause an old person to become a rebel of the imagination? Not someone as in this picture but someone who could make a difference to society? OK, let’s describe a normal life lived normally, see where it ends up.
There is one time in life when it’s also OK to live a life others don’t understand and that’s in early childhood. “They” allow you to use your imagination then because society doesn’t feel threatened by you when you live an imaginary life with imaginary friends. After all, you’re just a child, how much harm can you do with your imagination?
But the seasons, they quickly turn, and turn. From childhood you enter your brave new world. You spend your in-between and mostly significant years serving the “they” in various ways, some by killing and dying (as in the military), some by slaving and consuming, and some by entertaining and partying. During those years you are severely controlled and your imagination is permanently on the list of banned substances. Use it in public and soon you’re out of a job, out of favour, out of the family or even in jail.
Every rule has exceptions. You can use your imagination if you plug it into the System, in an approved way. You can use it to spew fake news (which used to be called propaganda); teach fake Church history or write popular novels that guarantee a profit for book-makers… or do I mean book sellers? You can use it to make gaudy or mindless commercial art suitable to adorn the entrance of some government building or corporate headquarters. You can use it to entertain those who can pay. In short, you can use it to make money and become famous. It won’t be much of an imagination, but it will be profitable and therefore it will be unlikely to be put on the Matrix list of banned substances. The Matrix will allow you to believe you are being rebellious, or effective; that you are moving and motivating and empowering when all along you are just following a script from which you can never depart. The more successful you become on this path, the more trapped you are in it.
Then one morning you wake up… and you’re old. The years passed. You served well; you shopped, consumed and hoarded. You dutifully voted and believed (in God, science, your favourite football team or the Great Pumpkin.) You read, or listened to, your allotted share of lame stream fake news media. You took in a few cruises, gambled, played your computer games, watched your professional sports, sitcoms, political rallies and reality shows on your big smart TV. You had your flu shots, bought your meds, pledged allegiance. You might even have marched on a pre-approved “protest” rally.
Now you’re old and out to pasture and the System doesn’t care about you. At this point in life you could realize you can return to that child-like imagination once again. Nobody would care; nobody would listen to the rantings of an old has-been. Look at that picture again: you could dress weird, act weird, eat weird, talk weird… if you wanted to: there would be few consequences. All you’re good for now, all “they” care about is whatever property you may still have when you die, or for the medical system, what your physical disintegration can generate in terms of profit: yes, in a consumer society there’s money to be squeezed out of dying and death.
The sad part of this however is that a life spent dutifully serving the System, and believing in the System will not be conducive to development of a great, imaginative mind. More likely, the older individual will continue the life-long pattern; continue serving and supporting the System, and in “entitled societies, continue to have expectations of the System. It has been observed that the older a person gets, the more likely they are to become increasingly conservative and “right winged” in expression. We certainly see much evidence of that in Western society and it’s probably no different in any other society.
Imagination is never conservative, nor “right-winged” in expression. So, an imagination that was killed in order to fit into the public education meat grinder and religious indoctrination is not going to magically re-appear at the end. Life will end, not with a bang, but a whimper… a long drawn out whining, raspy whimper. Take another look at that picture: do you really see a change agent there?