-BLUNTED REALITY.

-BLUNTED REALITY.

A Story by SELF

The blunted reality exposed to us through what we see, read, sing, pray to, and study, has all been directed away from who I was. What a tragedy though, the paradigm imposed to us both physically and mentally is exposed, un-covering a sudden yet not sudden path to reality. The universe obeys certain laws that mend the planet we are onto in certain ways that leave our minds in awe. Gravity is a law that that we all obey, doesn't care about who's pink , red, black or blue. Nature obeys natural laws.  So as we abide with certain natural laws, we learn to adopt to them. A son's farmer will most likely grow up to be a farmer, and a warrior's son will most likely grow up to be a warrior, point is, adaptation is a dangerous, yet an important trait we humans have. Adaptation directed towards exploitation can be devious to the exploited, since it devours their mental, spiritual, and cultural weapons from their infantry, using "HISTORICAL MANIPULATION' as their thief in the night. While i grew up in the interluded blunted reality, I adopted, fitting into everything they wanted me to perfectly, like a hand in a glove, but life can be quite interesting. The puppet show was about to turn quite interesting. The master pulled the strings, but the puppets weren't listening, the tunes the strings produced were out of tune to what these puppets had tuned into. The tune of reality opened their eyes to their records of the past, and they embraced it. Ancestors setting their history for us in stone to be used by whosoever deems himself true to who he was, is and will be. We quest far away inside ourselves with different treasures to hunt, but my quest has a very simple end game, which is the truth. My history, culture, and spirituality will always be my path to being closer and closer to the ALL ONE, and with that, adaptation is kicked out of the window, and Living walks in like a proud MAAMA.  I started living in what I hadn't been showed before, were "CHRIST-mas" wasn't decorated canopy trees and a fake Jesus/HIS-US", were even "CHRIST-mas" itself was just a word they've never heard before. The reality my history, culture, and spirituality showed me, was the treasure from the quest to the inside. How so many have been mislead, no chains on their feet, but they aren't free, caged with cages made of taxes, mortgage loans, student loans, and loans, and loans for bars. These bars hold my fellow HUMANS in captivity. NAS had his bars to free himself from His cage, I guess it's bars for bars then, TRUTH against TRUTH, deceit against deceit, and REALITY against BLUNTED REALITY. 

© 2023 SELF


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