Wilderness of Bodied Stars
We work our brains off for the dollar, we sweat day and night, physically and mentally for the dollar. We beg the dollar to raise our children well, to keep them safe. We give our lives to this dollar.
Who is the dollar? President Benjamin Franklin? President Andrew Jackson? President George Washington? The dollar is a symbol of our devotion to being sell outs to the biggest scam on the internet: Oligarchic Capitalism.
The problem with creating a blame game in regards to America's present socio-economic structure, is that blame does not belong in the hands of billionaires, nor in the hands of foreign immigrants. We cannot point the finger at the Man. We must turn and look within. The problem is that we, as a people, have forgotten how to believe in ourselves.
We are the home of the brave. The land of the free. The place where culture is as vibrant as a parade in New Orleans or the canyons in Utah. A culture as beautiful as a play on Broadway or as stunning as the night sky in Joshua tree. America's culture is Coachella, Colorado, and George R. R. Martin wrapped into a Country. We are as magnificent as the volcano islands in Hawaii and as strong as the Rocky Mountains in Montana, Idaho, Wyoming. We are this place of dreams, don't you see?
People around the world are shining the light on us Americans. We are also choosing to shine the light on ourselves. How is Monsanto a legitimate company? The Legislative and Executive Branch of our Government is corrupt. Why are we, as a company of people, drone bombing families in the streets of the Middle East? The CIA is corrupt. How can we allow any child born in this country founded by the people and for the people to experience poverty ? The country our forefathers manifested from dreams, has retreated back into the world of memory.
Sweet change is in the oh so warming air. A shift in the way people view our precious earth, in the way we understand connection, and, most importantly, an evolution in the way we view time - our time with our loved ones, our time on this planet, our time in the realm of existence. Life is this really abstract thing, why suffer when we can fly?
To allow serious suffering in our economy means we have come full circle, becoming our arch-enemy: the European Dark Ages. Well, if John D. Rockefeller is King Henry the Eighth's estranged son, then Millennials are Capitalism's love child. The future does not resemble concrete walls, it looks like the pyramids of Egypt. Our future does not look like a Starbucks coffee cup, it looks like a painting by Matisse or Alice's wonderland.
If we do it for the dollar, will we be selling out? Is the Soul too big, bright, and pure to deserve a life married to such a materialistic farce? We as a people, as the wilderness of bodied stars, must unite in spirit and in heart. Teach your children to be fair. Make decisions that feel good. Be the best you you can be.
You deserve the Universe. You are divine.