For those who  have visited my site over the years, you know that I don’t make statements about world events as they unfold – my critiques have historically been directed at the culture of modern Science, which I see as a social bottleneck rather than opening for a collective framework for navigating and understand the world.  While it is often a collaborative application of philosophical reasoning and technological prowess, it ultimately falls into the same trap as its predecessor Religion, which is the hubris of perspective and a dictation of truth forms, maintained and disseminated by gatekeepers – we’ve seen this before. 

Trial and error existed long before the scientific method, and while I can appreciate the societal gains of a language developed by generations of deep thinkers, I can also see its limitations in ways that make me both unpopular and yet still capable of the work I’ve shared here over the years.

One day I do intend to write a book on some of what I share here, but for now, consider this a condensed perspective.

I have made more mistakes than anyone I know.  I have failed so terribly that I’ve broken people I love deeply, to this day.  I’ve had, and to this day juggle with, addiction in many forms – pornography, alcohol, drugs.  I have lied, cheated and stolen.  I’ve dishonored my parents, family, friends, myself.  I’ve been seduced and I’ve manipulated.  I’ve seen the world fall apart and have done nothing to resolve its demise.

In all of these things and in all of my travels, I’ve realized that in all of you, there is a part of me, and in all of us, there is a part of you.  We are in this together, always and forever.  King, Fool, Beast, Liar, Pervert, Pan, Idiot – I do prefer good man even though I cannot say I have ever been worthy of the praise.  Yet none of these are who I am, even to the detriment of those acting in accordance with their hindrances.  Just as Science molds the framework of narrated collective thinking, so too do people label that reinforces identities of their own making.  And just as that which occurs beyond in the way of a cosmic narrative becomes clearer, so too do the internal being and digital world – those within – become something more.

I say all of this to say that it is an age of megalomania – a play for narrative control in a world that is waking up to the foolishness of the dictation of forms, and a resurgence in the corruptions of power.  I have been gravely ignorant of these corruptions as a being identified as a “white male” in an empire at the peak and demise of its age, and who am I to make this proclamation, if I am not already a part of you, and you a part of me?  But indeed, this is also not who I am.  No one can tell you who you are – the written word cannot change that, it can simply solidify a bias manifest.

To those in this world who make threats, instill fear, manipulate and as I know from uninvited guests into my own world, spy in order to establish gains and develop paradigms, know that the wealth you gain in your conquest means absolutely nothing.  If you cannot see it in times of great excess, triumphant pronouncements and glorious dynasty, it does not mean it is not starting at you in the void upon which you breathe.

I believe that this world is capable of so much more than war, greed and the binary idiocracy of corrupt agendas dividing cultures in order to dominate and absorb them.  Yet this perspective, my perspective, is reflective – and in this, hypocrisy becomes a play in itself.  This world is for all of us – it belongs to all beings, and it always will.  If you feel you know me and hate, doubt, judge me, I ask one thing of you – do not put me on a pedestal, and know that I am also not of the chasm – I’m a child waking in a sleepless dream, one which we all share.

Please be kinder than I have been, and if like me you find yourself rebelling against everything, even that which you hold dear, know you will find suffering, and that you may be reborn from it.  Learn from it.  Love the people you love, have loved, and if you’ve hated someone, love them harder.

No matter what happens, I love you, and I’m not the first, nor will I be the last, to do so.  If you didn’t already know it, you have this gift as well.  A blessing and a curse – but really, neither, and both – just being.