Snipers in Cairo

The history of oppressive military Imperialism will one day become simply that, history.

We are better than murder. We are more than mindless materialistic money grubbing thieves. We have empathy for the suffering caused by this insane global system of greed and realize that real changes have to be made immediately to avert disaster.

Let's join together with the people in Egypt in peacefully protesting militant disaster capitalism. Let's celebrate the end of the age of Poisons.

Think back about all the wrong ideas once held as truth. Sometimes after decades sometimes after centuries, we climbed up out of them. The world is run now by a cartel of salesmen all selling the same poison, the Illusion of Self. Within the Illusion of Self you remain disconnected alone in your quest to possess. So all they are selling is dreams. (derivatives) Consuming without connecting.

See yourself as forever, treat this planet as a treasure.

Evolution says we are one living being persistent in memory, persistent in growth for billions of cycles.

The mind survives death by its conscious ideals being maintained and preserved by like minds further along the caterpillar.

In other words we wrap ourselves in lies to protect us from the Truth that we may in fact be infinite energy expanding in every direction at once and Time is little more than a linear path, a Rosary meditation, or the journey of a single falling pebble midst the rise of mountain ranges.

Trapped in time and space locked out of connection to infinity, sliced up into tiny fragments of one life, a few short years, one body whose end is the dumpster.

The Universe a watch, precise individual parts shaped and joined by heat and forces to create grindingly uniform intervals by which all are measured.

This is an analogy for the feudal overlord, the master the king, the slave owner.

If however you see yourself as part of the electromagnetic field permeating and creating all of existence, unified in constant tune with the highest (harmonic), encompassing all in this infinite second of immortality, the former viewpoint becomes transparent as the momentary illusion which it is.