GRID LOCK
In the beginning was the Word, and Microsoft did not create it.
Our lives are being continually downloaded with words and data that are exponentially increasing in both volume and speed: Facebook, that narcissistic playground for adult children who no longer feel comfortable in public screaming “Mommy, Mommy, look what I can do!” and have three hundred pictures of themselves doing everything imaginable and inform you when they are baking a cake, having their coffee or a BM or thinking about having a BM, MySpace, the textspot for sexpots, Twitter, or how to be a narcissistic from any location on the planet, Farmville (whatever that is and all I can imagine is Old McDonald), forwarded emails and superstitious chain letters that forewarn my demise if I don’t pass them on, SPAM, celebrity gossip and “which celebrity do you look like?” (and who really gives a BM?) reality TV, iPods, texting, blogs, websites, advertisements, hard copy junk mail, and GPS systems which help us get to where we forgot we were going. Implosion is imminent.
So let’s throw the hype about 2012 into the mix. There is more information to process such as astrology, Biblical prophecy, spirit channeling, inactivated DNA strands, solar maximum, earthquakes, black holes, asteroids, and that complicated Mayan calendar that no one can figure out, and if we can’t figure it out, how could an ancient culture have created and understood it? As I peeked at Facebook the other day, I couldn’t believe that even the channels were arguing. These humans who claimed to be spiritual were using their words to control, condemn, and convince, instead of simply being the good example they claimed to be.
And in the interest of 2012, what happens when we get so twisted in the cybernetting of technology and artificial networking and are blasted with a solar flare and the grid goes down? How will we function at all? Is our attachment to Facebook and Twitter creating detachment from ourselves? Is networking not working? Are we distracting our brains and disconnecting our hearts? Are we losing and fragmenting our souls?
They (whoever they are) say that we will need to return to the indigenous ways, change our values, learn to communicate telepathically (because how else will you call your homies or hear the silent screams), use our intuition instead of information, exchange and barter for the things that we need (and aren’t convinced by the media that we should want or have in order to be happy, successful, or cool), learn how to plant gardens again, and actually worship the ground we walk on?
And I have another question. If we have to put on special 3D glasses to watch movies now, what dimension we are living in when we take them off?
Maybe we are the avatars, filled with our own data, encryptions, and memories, created by our souls for life on planet Earth. When we leave our bodies as we pass out of this dimension, will be looking back on a job well done? Maybe that part of ourselves has not only designed the program, but can change it at any moment in time. Maybe healing isn’t a miracle. Maybe it’s our birthright.
Now I suddenly have the urge to go sit under a tree and meditate, simplify my life, be out in nature, smell and taste things in reality versus virtuality, reboot my heart (or my microprocessor), activate my unused DNA, make friends with a Native American, and start worshipping the ground I walk on, not in the Facebook way, but in the indigenous way.
Maybe, in the beginning, the word was love. Maybe it’s time to leave the theater. Don’t forget to remove your 3D glasses.
Our lives are being continually downloaded with words and data that are exponentially increasing in both volume and speed: Facebook, that narcissistic playground for adult children who no longer feel comfortable in public screaming “Mommy, Mommy, look what I can do!” and have three hundred pictures of themselves doing everything imaginable and inform you when they are baking a cake, having their coffee or a BM or thinking about having a BM, MySpace, the textspot for sexpots, Twitter, or how to be a narcissistic from any location on the planet, Farmville (whatever that is and all I can imagine is Old McDonald), forwarded emails and superstitious chain letters that forewarn my demise if I don’t pass them on, SPAM, celebrity gossip and “which celebrity do you look like?” (and who really gives a BM?) reality TV, iPods, texting, blogs, websites, advertisements, hard copy junk mail, and GPS systems which help us get to where we forgot we were going. Implosion is imminent.
So let’s throw the hype about 2012 into the mix. There is more information to process such as astrology, Biblical prophecy, spirit channeling, inactivated DNA strands, solar maximum, earthquakes, black holes, asteroids, and that complicated Mayan calendar that no one can figure out, and if we can’t figure it out, how could an ancient culture have created and understood it? As I peeked at Facebook the other day, I couldn’t believe that even the channels were arguing. These humans who claimed to be spiritual were using their words to control, condemn, and convince, instead of simply being the good example they claimed to be.
And in the interest of 2012, what happens when we get so twisted in the cybernetting of technology and artificial networking and are blasted with a solar flare and the grid goes down? How will we function at all? Is our attachment to Facebook and Twitter creating detachment from ourselves? Is networking not working? Are we distracting our brains and disconnecting our hearts? Are we losing and fragmenting our souls?
They (whoever they are) say that we will need to return to the indigenous ways, change our values, learn to communicate telepathically (because how else will you call your homies or hear the silent screams), use our intuition instead of information, exchange and barter for the things that we need (and aren’t convinced by the media that we should want or have in order to be happy, successful, or cool), learn how to plant gardens again, and actually worship the ground we walk on?
And I have another question. If we have to put on special 3D glasses to watch movies now, what dimension we are living in when we take them off?
Maybe we are the avatars, filled with our own data, encryptions, and memories, created by our souls for life on planet Earth. When we leave our bodies as we pass out of this dimension, will be looking back on a job well done? Maybe that part of ourselves has not only designed the program, but can change it at any moment in time. Maybe healing isn’t a miracle. Maybe it’s our birthright.
Now I suddenly have the urge to go sit under a tree and meditate, simplify my life, be out in nature, smell and taste things in reality versus virtuality, reboot my heart (or my microprocessor), activate my unused DNA, make friends with a Native American, and start worshipping the ground I walk on, not in the Facebook way, but in the indigenous way.
Maybe, in the beginning, the word was love. Maybe it’s time to leave the theater. Don’t forget to remove your 3D glasses.
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