“I don’t write articles, they write me.”
All the Words Combine
I have been publishing articles on this and other websites for over ten years. It was brought to my attention years ago many of the articles I post are translated into different languages. This is the greatest compliment. I have even had opportunities to be interviewed by akin-spirited people intending to make a difference. I am empowered by the expanding community I discover and encounter with every article I write. Yet, there is something missing in my experience, and perhaps those of others. A transcendent relativity to equal the articles’ purpose.
Truth into Illusion
One observation I have made is the limited understanding, dialogue and application of the social awareness and listening into which I write. I will be the first to acknowledge the complexities and intricacies of the subject matter and vernacular I often choose, and the arrogance and pretentious tones my expression may convey. Perhaps I have lost the attention and interest of readers in the process. It is what it is, in a social reality rife with predominately negative images and information broadcast like advertisements for oblivious consumption. Perhaps what I write about may occur as offensive to many, as much as the mainstream media is to me.
Against the Grain
All who intend to express the truth they resonate with, into an artificial, callous and immoral society always face the greatest adversity, criticism, judgement and ridicule. Humanity is and perhaps has always been inverted and regressive in nature. The masses tend to lash out at those who stand for the truth and praise those who manipulate perception. At no time in my fifty years of life have I felt this to the gravest degree than over the last few years. When I offered an alternative or diverse perspective on what has been happening in contemporary society, I encountered social anger, blame, condemnation, shame and vitriol, losing acquaintances and friends along the way.
Defying Gravity
I am grateful to be a part of communities who accept and understand me for who I am and who I am not. When the gravity of society imposes its weight upon us, we usually dance and laugh our way through with conscious abandon. This is essential in a chaotic and challenging age. The window to awareness seems to be narrowing for many. Being an expression of the universe in an artificial world is a daunting endeavor. When the tides of humanity are ebbing toward madness and mayhem, our purpose is to flow with acceptance, balance, compassion, consciousness, equality, love and transformation.
“For the energy of the universe.”
Media Manipulation
Over the last decade, I have observed the declining state of journalism spiral into dis-, mis- and no information, social exploitation and partisan opinion. Authors, bloggers and columnists spar for expanded readership at the cost of their personal and professional authenticity, integrity and veracity. Even to the extent of arguing over nuance in a blind quest to be first, renown and right. The impacts to their audiences have been devastating. It is one thing to bend reality to benefit one’s career or company. Something entirely different to abuse the attention, reliance and trust readers have in an author or publication for the purposes of prestige and profit.
Selective Perception
I understand and accept the design of social reality, even when it has no acknowledgement or regard for the truth. I do not need to accredit, compel or solidify what I experience for it to exist for others. That is up to them to choose to discover for themselves, or not. I understand humanity is primarily conditioned and programmed into authoritarian-driven narratives, engineered to provide a social environment of artificial belonging. In which people have the platform to defend their insecurities behind the institutions of education, lifestyle, politics and religion. To the majority, it often seems easier to abide in fear than embrace love.
Ceiling of Consciousness
When I wrote on topics like consciousness, creativity, imagination, multidimensionality, transformation and universality, I used to wonder why there was a lack of response from the world wide web. Why proactive and positive expressions were excluded into non-existence in a society addicted to vicious cycles of negative and regressive repetition. Even why there was a social dependence on toxicity. Then it occurred to me, emulation has highjacked our opportunity for creation. We are artificial beings enslaved in a digital simulation, reacting to social stimuli projected into our existence.
All in Resonance
Every article I compose is inspired by what resonates with me in the moment. The writing process is intuitively guided. Even the editing and revision methods are empowered by insight. When they are published, they are as universally expressed as humanly possible. One of the only unfortunate elements in the progression of an article is attempting to convey in words all that is beyond instinctual and intellectual understanding. Yet, the opportunity to hone my ability for universal expression supersedes the inevitability that most of the universality is lost once they are completed. The energy between the lines is essential.
Universal Expression
What I choose to write about may not mean much to most if anything at all. If it did, there would be more of a watermark in the world when the tides of the articles recede. I have never had an intention for profit or recognition from what I publish. The website is free to all who choose to visit. I do not benefit, except for exposure from my articles being published on other websites or for interviews in which I participate. This is my commitment to the universe for sharing its creativity, empowerment, energy, insight and understanding with me. I am only an expression of its presence through my experience.
“Empowering and inspiring community through creativity.”
Chris
September 2, 2022 at 9:21 amI have been dropping bloggers and vloggers left and right. They have all gone through a progression that mimics that of pop rock bands. I remember falling in love with Pink Floyd back in 1971. I still listen to Meddle and Ummagumma every year or two. Recently a friend lent me a live performance by Pink Floyd on dvd that had been released in 2006. The band I saw perform had little resemblance to the one I discovered in 1971. As with all “stars” the band first began watering down what they loved to do in order to gain a larger audience. Then, as they ascertained the desires of the primary homogenous mass of fans, they began writing for them. This is exactly the format many bloggers and vloggers have followed. In the beginning I may have been their natural audience, but as they grew in fame it was clear I was not their target audience.
I don’t know if the above is the case with your progression, Iam Saums. I find and read you here and don’t usually comment. For me you are singing to the choir, but your words don’t incite a response in me. But then I don’t like eggplant, mints or Champagne. It may be a matter of taste and I have odd ones.
markfarrar
September 2, 2022 at 3:50 pmadmirable self control there Chris ,
especially after seeing that selfie .
bloody cute , young , well fed , rosy cheeked ,
thick wavy haired , smug bugger , eh…..
probably got a gorgeous missus an all .
I don’t care any more about any of the
literally bazillions of words he has written .
ethompson
September 2, 2022 at 4:02 pmGood to see you. I always keep a little Mark in my heart. Marc Bolan always used to say that.
markfarrar
September 4, 2022 at 11:43 ammarc bolan…half a blooming century ,
memories of aldershot , bonfire night
funfair in manor park . under age boozing
in the beehive pub . standing behind the goal
at the rec. , hurling abuse at the Hereford united
goalie…handsome young David icke , no less…
i.r.a. bombs , sadly targeting the railway station
and the army officers mess…not my school .
ariel
September 12, 2022 at 7:31 amMark Miwurdz.
xxx
ethompson
September 12, 2022 at 12:11 pmHugs Ariel xxx
Iam’s here. Four days in the vision pit. Just picked the sage.
ethompson
September 12, 2022 at 12:13 pmAriel,
We had a beautiful dance this year. It’s in the Upper peninsula of Michigan. You are missed and we often talk about how you danced strong all four days.
ethompson
September 2, 2022 at 3:58 pmHaha! Chris. I didn’t used like eggplant but fried in batter and covered in a tomato, oregano, garlic and onion sauce they are terrific. (Grins)
Iam
September 6, 2022 at 7:29 amChris,
Maybe that is a good thing!
It would seem a small choir, but nonetheless.
Hope you find what you are looking for!
markfarrar
September 13, 2022 at 4:41 amthe choir is dwindling
and most of the congregation
have been distracted by the great
narrative game to go into survival mode .
we , old stalwarts , will carry on singing and dancing ,
regardless ….. we , are mentally and spiritually , untouchable .