June 28, 2023
Distinct. The refreshing adage to: “Stop, and smell the roses.” Freedom. To truly embrace the meaning and idealistic nature of freedom? As though our individual lifetime were of some manner of significance, and as much as individually we would profess to believe. I know better—my lifetime is short—a pitter-patter of welter-weights hugging closely to the dynamic hostility of dreams and aspirations. A person—and within an individual’s lifetime—will never become all there is to become and to perform, and yet to crave? To sadistically and stoically pronounce their ambitious pursuits to accomplish it all? To be of valiant service and value to this neck and that bridge. To offer the entire world prolific amplitudes of reward for discovering and showcasing the secrets having been revealed, would shadow-lace the landscape of the invulnerable. There are placards and placements and truisms of the world that perhaps, a naivety to the scope of perspective, confiscate the revitalizing, meritous impact of any good intentions.
There is no money, but come and work for us, and we will show you the secrets of becoming a…Do tell. Tell us your unique runaround story—let it be shared amongst our grouping to eventually prove to me that I have no conceptual value-system covering my time. Maybe that’s why I look so young? No need for bitter resentment, or shadow-casting. This is a no-shade zone. Please feel free. You are safe here to warm up against this healthvenom.com fire anytime. But just remember how our fire burns—and that it stays lit the way it was initially lit. Come at least discover the interpretations of love and existence, stretched over unique perspective, and for which our mark on life lives by. Come! Come and sit. Be proud. Be patient. Be loyal. Trust in our good intentions. Trust in our faith. Relax. Find your rhythm. Our sparks continue to fly because you know who once sat there in that same seat you’re sitting in now? Well? Interesting you should ask because he was an elder leader who brought forth the real baselines of knowledge and understandings that we all follow to this very day—no. That isn’t this. No cultish congruencies, I wouldn’t call it a conspiracy-theory basin either, but people might relate with that slight of opinion. Everyone here is entitled to their own individual perspective and uniqueness. Certainly, each of us has a right to discover who we really are. But here! Come sit and check out our congregation of folks whom I think you should meet up with.
Great stories. Great people. Great lives and admirable to live by in some form or other. They come and they go. But individually? There is only perceived significance. And for the person who is NOT wrapped up so heavily against their own filth? This one must become cleansed. Purified. Detoxed. Sterilized. Extremely dedicated and forthcoming. There is no higher value toward society than by taking ownership over the hive-mind. Forget about herd-immunity for a moment while I describe to you the advantageous outlook of the hive-mind. There is real unity in that type of orientation, and who could ignore the strength and resiliency of the ant-mound, in general? Right? It’s like bee’s are things of the past, and now we’re talking about abandoning individualism for the sake of the mound and the tribal banding unity of the ant-world. Hive-mind. It’s like if we can connect with enough linkages with whomever we can structurally support the passing stampede of the herd that evolves through time and across the barriers that have held us back from ever approaching concepts like love, or, of harmony, or independence and freedom. We live for the masses and the main-stage.
And so? What has this existence turned out as for myself as encountered at current? Envision a warring heart mixed with a strong predisposition for internal exploration. The external world does not cry out for me as exhilaratingly as it once had. If I could customize myself to being of significantly hyper-driven and transformed by my own high and mighty interpretation of myself while at the same time be authorized to prescribe the certain value-driven mechanisms that might thoroughly heal and fulfill the human species I would offer that insurrection at a moment’s notice—But that is not what is desired by our principle-authoritative leaders. What is desired by these superiority-complexified beings is the appearance of alleviating the currents of disharmony, but in actuality, continuing confusion and disparity and genuine frustration—not knowing who to turn to and what to rely upon for substrata-based nourishment. Imbalance is crucial to disfigurement and to overthrowing a population. Through the portals of lack and the disharmony, dissociative world-views, a generic population of externally-driven carnalities have grown thick and have arisen to hold power and influence over perceptual intrigue—and whatever a person focuses on? Increases.
Therefore—a change in subject matter seems necessary to become translated superior. Even if it seems fictitious…even if it appears untrue. The story goes into Quixotic territory easy—so long as he kept his mouth shut? Outsider interpretations could submit to whatever opinion-based judgement reflected their way. Crucial was only the notion of Quixote’s own leadership and cemented internal commentaries.
Everyone knew what Quixote was about from the outside vantage point, but did anyone ever bother to ask what he was thinking about? There’s some royal executive righteousness to glean from up there in that man’s brain—surely justifiable in some way, but never has there been a quip, or notion from elsewhere of whatever it was that spent his gears to grace the presentment of life’s accord. Easy goeth the notion of assumption. Bulky and complicated become the major complaints. Digestion of information has become strictly device related bearing the rationalization for iG users to only be capable of uploading through their portable cellular communicating devices. And so? When I personally consider seeking a full-time position I immediately consider the opportunity cost of myself being “away” and distant from the moment that I am so fortunate enough to have been blessed with. Multiple independent internal forces come to my aid within and begin to multiply and transform the strength and fortitude of self. Would I be capable of completing this operation if I were involved in a family, or job-ordeal of my own? I could not say, but certainly another barrier of divide would become present for me.
It turns out? That life doesn’t really begin for an individual until they choose to begin living it—fearlessly—and under no other form of control save for God/Source/Creator/Higher Power. This strength of faith is not as easily obtainable as it might at first glance seem. Due to the nature of our linear, physically externalized, sensorily relatable experience the average societal human is outright and initially submerged by memorable, externalized impressions. Events and occurences—happenings from our outer environment offer not only stimulating problems to mull-over in our minds, but the adequate and fulfilling remedies and solutions that put us to ease. When asked to turn inward to discover the same remedy of relief? It is not so easily digestible and workable for an individual’s desired transformation to be obtained. The external world has extracted from human beings their reliable internally-based, natural structures of remedied support. Our consciousness levels are drowning under the alluring temptations for satisfaction and relief through external sources. How many different ways can I say the same thing? It is seemingly beyond us to trust in our own healing nature. The nature that kids are charmed by with the healing of a cut, scrape, or a bruise. The healing wonders of the body and bringing relief on our own independent balancing act with time. Patience was a virtue to us, yet there was no connection gathered as far as why that was so. The body heals itself. I am on that healing journey right now, and it seems less and less discoverable for others to recollect the time where I was supporting my ambulation/movement with a cane. That cane is now gone—fully dislodged, and I have steadily grown more and more confident as the years have passed. Years: Y-E-A-R-S, have passed. And I am nothing, but grateful to start living my life powerfully and under the full-reign leadership of His Highest Almighty Lord. Believe me? Surrender feels like a middle name for me at times. But giving up a good amount of my old, relief-bringing habits and dropping some substantially influential people enabled me to grow more and more independent toward regaining mental clarity and structuring my reliance upon my definition of a Higher Power. There is a lot to sort through in this, and I realize my continuity commitment was spread and allocated quite recklessly, I do offer my blessings for your continued journey toward prosperity and rightfully unwinding your pre-conditioned notions of externalized receiving and begin recognizing the illusion to promptly settle on the gratitude of limitless, internal receipt. Congratulations.
-Hart
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