it doesn’t need to be that way
we can create our lives on the global stage
admittedly, we cannot leave the stage, unless we bow out and drop our body, but we have the power to ruin the show
since we don’t like the terrible script and the torturer production, we can change them
we don’t play our part any more, this imposed part for which we have been appropriately formatted for millennia
we move slightly and slip through the cracks
and we improvise another storyline instead, where life reasserts itself … nature’s laws … human beings … all forms of life … etc
currents affairs
as long as we rebel against the infernal machine
we remain enraged and disempowered
nagging fear kneads our belly
we believe that we must defend ourselves or kowtow and be crushed
we will endure the deadly absurdity and our freedoms will be ripped off one by one until the complete alienation of our beings, we will be wiped out
with clenched teeth or gaping depending on the moment, we will watch the ruthless rolling out of the scenario, fascinated and intoxicated by successful brainwashing and paralysed by perverse intimidation until the predictable and announced end of the show
it doesn’t need to be that way
there are other possibilities
we are essentially free beings, which has nothing to do with our so-called freedoms
the sooner we will open our eyes and stand up
we look straight in the eyes of the monster
we realise that we don’t have to bend
that the crusher only keeps working because we feed it with our fear and rage
the sooner the unavoidable collapse will speed up and the sooner we will be done with it
it is a frightening prospect, as it will be distressing and painful, a lot less than passively enduring brutality and cruelty though
we can create our lives on the global stage
actors,
let us perform the part of our lives, the lives we are dreaming of, those that brings joy, where love is the rule and we are free
it is about generating a tremendous acceleration by reversing the roles and taking up the reins
we can raise our heads
This reminded me of the lyrics to the Lord of the Dance especially this verse
I danced on a Friday
When the sky turned black
It’s hard to dance
With the devil on your back.
They buried my body
And they thought I’d gone,
But I am the Dance,
And I still go on.
we are the Dance
To quote you Sylviane “We move slightly and slip through the cracks” This is such a beautiful inspiring image. Both the slightness of the movement AND the consequent openning.
I love that image especially as in “the cracks where the light gets in” as Leonard Cohen sings which, to me, neatly enriches it.