Excerpt From the movie "the matrix"
Morpheus : What _is_ real? How do you _define_ real? If you're
talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what
you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical
signals interpreted by your brain.
Don’t follow what you don’t understand and question it until you do, your dreams only survive only for as long as your hope does, as a dream can go down two paths dust or diamond, concentration and energy are all that stand between what ever you want and mediocrity or a happiness that is far beyond you know, I want people to rebel against what they don’t understand until they do, especially controlling ones, the point of government was never to rule or conquer, and there are many who should be ashamed of themselves, not only for how they treat other countries but there own people, the purpose of government has always and should always be to serve the people that have elected them, no law should be passed without counsel, the people are the who have the power, yet they don’t realize it, police and government only have power for as long as the people allow it.
Not only have I been searching for the truth but for others also on the path of truth, for some reason I still need too feel that there are others searching, also importantly for advice and discussion, and to learn of their experiences, for our species to evolve communication, with out ego is a must, though so many around me don’t understand and seem content to have found there place in the great big system, happy to be just another cog in the machine and they don’t question why, though I admit it is very subjective but the why has always been a struggle. I dream of a world where my children only have to read about war in their history books at school and not on the front page of the newspaper or see it on the TV each day, is this foolish of me, or is it mans destiny to destroy himself, is it inevitable, of course I know its not I will never believe such a notion, this is what I must fight and rebel against each day, with the small battles which go on inside my own mind, to conquer my own mind is far more difficult to do than any country or piece of land I could never hope to control, I hope that all people are trying to unplug and we can then link up to each other thought the source of our existence and of all life and to evolve to a place where we no longer fear anything and realize what a waste of energy it has been killing each other for no reason other than our own precious little ego, sometimes I’m embarrassed to be part of this race with the amount of destruction we have caused to this planet and all the beings that exist with in it, dead or alive, small or large, seen and unseen there is an underlying essence that binds all life together, and you only ever have to get a glimpse of it, and you will realize just as I have how foolish we can be and will continue to be until we are able to free ourselves of this controlling mind/ego and for the first time make a real choice with what will truly be with our own free will, and is form from a place of divine love and energy
LOVE IS ALL WE NEED, CONCENTRATION AND ENERGY ALL WE HAVE.............MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE HEALED AND HEALTHY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE FREE FROM HARM AND SUFFERING, MAY ALL BEINGS BE AWAKENED AND LIBERATED, MAY ALL BEINGS ENJOY INNER PEACE AND EASE, MAY THERE BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD AND THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.............MAN IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, ONLY THROUGH THE MIND CAN EVIL SURVIVE.............
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