How important are you?

One of the patterns we can see from years of educational brainwash is that we are one in billions, maybe trillions of planets.  Meaningless.

They speak of UFO’s, but honestly, it’s a bit like bending a spoon with your mind.  They show these things in movies, but no one’s actually ever seen a UFO or been known to mentally bend a spoon.  Now with holograms, I wouldn’t trust a UFO if it landed in my own backyard.  They’d have to take me up into space and show me something unearthly to make me believe.

Has anyone noticed that Netflix movies almost always have someone vomiting now?  I think in the last 20 shows i’ve watched on that channel, 100% of them have someone visibly throwing up.  Not to mention the word ‘fuck’ is written into scripts on an habitual and obsessive level.  Like, someone had to read it and ‘ok’ it.  Who?  I’d like to interview this genius.

What would be the benefit for those who control money and governments to make us feel sick, dirty and insignificant?  Of course the answer is simple.  They become our Gods.

So when I see a field of grass, I’m reminded of how important we all are.  Is one blade so?  Yes.

It may be disposable, but how many can be removed before you have a cancerous patch of dry earth?  And how fast can that dead patch spread?

When one blade of grass needs to grow larger than the collective, it causes the neighboring blades to die from lack of sun.  Also, it tends to die young itself from too much exposure.  In a sense, it’s no longer a healthy piece of grass.  It’s a weed.

I wish to be a blade of healthy grass.  Don’t need to stand taller.  Enjoy just being.  Don’t gossip or ridicule.  Don’t hate… but learn to fight with conscious awareness of your lethal foe.  Life is a precious, rare, beautiful wonderful gift.  People are magic, but have learned to be otherwise.  Our collective consciousness has to change now.

I admire musicians on YouTube who can do nothing but talk about music, but honestly, it’s just not at the forefront of my mind.  I don’t think music is that important anymore.  I know… it can put you in a good mood, make you feel angry, powerful etc.  But it’s temporary like a new car.  The feeling fades and we’re left with ourselves.

Most of it’s manipulative, you know… tough voice, sincere voice, sexy voice, babydoll voice… it’s almost all meant to seduce you and gain your vote… much like a documentary.  Much like a film.  Big sports as well.  In truth, we are what’s important, not the distractions.

I care about people, our country, all countries.  I care about civilization.  I see what they’re trying to do via all the channels they have of groupthinking us, and am disturbed to see how many just swallow it and wash it down with the next big lie.

Get in touch with nature, from the grass to the trees, from the birds to all forms of natural beautiful life.  Just because we’ve come up with names for things, doesn’t mean we understand them.  We know very little about who we are, where we come from and ultimately where we’re going.

Jude