Human Obsession With History

The obsession with history has become a hindrance to humans. You may ask how this can be. Isn’t where we come from important information to have in order to understand ourselves? What does this question mean? “Where do we come from?”

You have been told that history will reveal to you, who you are and where you are going. We say this may not be the full truth. Your televisions have History channels and public networks telling you to stay focused on the history of your planet.

Could this be another mind control tactic intended to keep you distracted from working on your own inner spirit journey?

If powerful humans can keep humans they perceive less powerful focused in on confusing history stories, arguments of origins, who is right, who is wrong, with such a fervor that it causes a frenzy worldwide, where in this search are you connecting with you? You aren’t because they have succeeded in distracting you.

Ask yourself if part of this, the real intent, of media focus on history is merely an intricately woven veil used to cover your eyes, keep you mesmerized and caught up so as not to face the one human who matters most to you. You.

If every human faced themselves, released all belief systems existing outside of their own being and embraced their ability to love, what would be the outcome?

Consider that humans have been programmed and conditioned with the need for ritual and worship.

What does ritual do for you? Does it make you feel a part of something greater than you? What could possibly be greater than your existence? Think of that sentence. Why are you always looking for something greater than you?

Why can you never find it?

You don’t find it in religions because they do not eliminate your pain. You do not find it because you forget to look at yourself. So why is this such a difficult concept to accept; that you are the greatness you seek? The truth of you is as simple as you rejecting what you have been forced to believe and listening to your own DNA, which is always attempting to speak with you.

You have been conditioned for centuries to believe that you must be a part of societies and that you must worship deities. If you do not, you are shunned, labeled as weird, psychotic and an outcast of their group. So instead of standing alone and feeling strength within that space belonging solely to you, you find your worth inside of groups where you will be viewed as normal.

This is the most abnormal way that a being can live. Imagine a life where you, harming none, live the happiest you can, embracing a deep understanding that you have full control over yourself.

If only you just accept it.

~K~

Sea Angel

This video of “Sea Angel” is an audio poem from my poetry book and accompanying spoken word cd, “Dusted Shelves”, which I published in 2011. This particular poem was written during a time when I was deeply depressed. I was in the cusp of writing out childhood trauma in “Cult Child”, my memoir. I listen to this piece now and what strikes me is that my suffering was so debilitating, the thought of being taken under by the sea felt like a comfort to me. Yet, life and hope have always called, and so the emotion became this piece instead. To those who suffer with depression, PTSD, anxiety and more, keep fighting. I remember you daily.

Dancing Away

Waves hold steady as I ride and dive the depths. Intercept child’s play. I smile inside. The lessons are wind, and so I fly. Quick. Ready. The shift tilts. I am riding cliff edges with spread wings. Return the matter into the light. Defragment. Retrace steps. Boomerang slinkies back to their origin gathering energy times three. No more to bleed. I’m free. Laughing. Twirling dresses on tip toes through the black eyes Susans, petals move through my dance so golden. I am holding truth like an infant, shape shifting in an instant. Tomorrow I be new. Left behind are the nameless, the shameful, the fools. It is my time. I am in the rising, thriving on sun feed and weeping willow trees. They carry me forward love affirmed. I am a child of the Universe, my armor the Earth. Rebirthed into the Seven, I sing inside this infinite heaven.