The Gray: an opinion

Rant #2. How comfort and convenience drains the collective soul.

It isn’t lost on me the idea that this beautiful planet we live on is populated by some of the most stale, musty, morose characters in existence. I feel the word null creep over my mouth when interacting with these postoperative humans. no judgements.

You know that feeling the color gray gives you; that static electricity on 1950s televisions with tin foil antennas and no direction, fucking empty and too much work to connect with.

Are people that give us TV static vibes even real people?

Are they just printed fleshy-beings reflecting in a hall of mirrors?

It’s funny how we think we know things.

Per my observations, the need for convenience has trumped the need for a healthy mind+body connection, on a mass scale. Is it the gray energy, the internetland existence, lack of love or just the rotting example of what capitalism does to the populace when all the human energy is gone?

Gray is what happens when the soul of an individual has been auctioned off for parts to keep the system fed for its wonder boys and girls to purchase yet another vacation home/yacht/plane/island/brothel, etc. The really evil ones are trying to use our beautiful hue-man energy to live forever through even crazier means but that’s a whole rant in itself, another time maybe.

Contrarily, the gray is not the enemy. It has always been around, lurking with candy, offering feel good drugs via FARM-A or selling salvation for its G5 dream.

The mind-controlled choosing of the gray is the enemy.

From my experience in working with clients, healing families and bridging power back into the body after it has been corrupted and/or stolen, I’ve noticed that the simple acknowledgment of certain choices and repercussions can bring someone back to themselves…even if they crash into darkness a little at first. The gray is a wall we are meant to walk through.

The climb out is the most beautiful part of the soul reclamation journey. It is what proves you to you.

But the first step in solving a problem is acknowledging there’s a problem, right?

“One of them is knowing the difference between Morality and Wisdom. Morality is temporary, Wisdom is permanent… Ho ho. Take that one to bed with you tonight.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century

We, as a society, have allowed the all-so-demanding world of noise and nonsense to override our internal energetic awareness, our iOS was hacked. That anxious-fear ridden-control system glitching-gray static hits the energy field and suddenly, our personal power just evaporates.

The propaganda codes of A vs. B have you staring at the TV tuned into a divisive narrative meant to steal your power…and it’s working. You eat something Door Dashed or pre-frozen because your energy has just been syphoned so quickly that you’re “too tired” to make an intentional meal. A part of your true self is now being used to crank out more useless shit and power more Elons to drain more natural resources raping the wealth of future generations… and for what? Money?!

she laughs out loud.

The desperate need to feel comfortable and conform will continue to drain our power centers and decay our bodies if we don’t get our fucking intentional power back…and Master it.

Wise up.

Rise Up.

I believe in you, in we.

It ain’t for the weak though.

Sure, you can take a “magic” pill or become a gym addict but once the body has chemically adjusted and the adrenaline has worn off, the lack of soul power becomes even more evident. The programmed mind negotiates away this truth by saying “I’m doing what I’m supposed to do, what I was told. I am doing the right thing.”

If being codependent on the oppressor is the right thing, then the gray drain on your soul is your choice. Again, no judgement.

My reason for this rant is to politely remind you that you fucking deserve better. A part(s) of your soul is alive somewhere being sipped on like a milkshake for the machine to keep churning out Taylor Swift’s and Beyonces’. Get it back.

Only you should own your soul.

The vampires of this realm will never stop trying to take your power/confidence/creativity, etc. Well shit, it’s what makes the world go round and round. The saddest part is, most of the time we give it away for free. We think “maybe if I give more, ill get more.”

The human condition is literal mental slavery; conformity + compliance. That experiment can be over if you allow yourself to rise in truth, intentional power and true love of self.

Alternative philosophy: Stop giving away your energy if, for no other reason, than the simple fact that AI wants your body. True story. It is the only thing it needs humanity for, and without a true soul charge, it can easily ride that dense gray wave right on into the human vessel.

Consciousness is everything and perspective is reality, once you get it you get it and then you create it materially.

All is of the mind.

My point is, we have to be conscious enough to know when we are choosing to give our power away. Our worth is our health and our health is our wealth. All the hues of the “hue-man”.

Gray is not color. Gray is not life.

I get it though, sometimes we feel we have to sacrifice our energy because bills, children, time management, communal pressure, climbing the ladder, family expectations, religious ideology, etc.

In the name of a “normal life” we have given our power away to a bottomless entity thats keeps us chained to the wall, all-the-while taking 100% of fucking everything, charging interest and then “letting us have some”. Our money, our bodies, our self-esteem, our joy…everything that gives our world color is on the line these days.

The slave template was so deeply engrained in our tiny-perfect-little baby-hard drives that we have been convinced to like it, because it is uncomfortable to climb out of. Faking simulated happiness is easier, right?

This process just re-institutes a perspective of lack; a greater need for the slavery template as the loop continues, until your great-great-great-grandchild decides “fuck this, I’m a rainbow!” and changes the whole game.

I am that grandchild and you can be too.

In closing I ask you this,

How can we collectively stop choosing this gray/dark matter existence?

What risks can we afford to take?

How can we disconnect ourselves from the template of external validation that continually chooses monochromatic comfort?

Are we really that collectively dead inside, or are we wandering through purgatory looking for an exit and some don’t know they are even there?

Asking for the collective soul.

fin.

The Purple Peach

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