Who is controlling your reality?
If your reality is only what you think of as truth, then who is controlling what you think? Who is controlling your reality? What truths do you have in your reality, that YOU yourself are responsible for? Is there anything in your version of reality that differs from what others believe as reality?
We now live in a world where group consensus is literally on board with unidentified aerial phenomena. Nowadays, they’re discussing in congress what was only found in discredited fringe media. If your reality depends on the truths agreed upon in group consensus, then your reality is made for you, and will be changed for you. You are following a path led by societal acceptance and no one is paying attention to where it’s going. The blind leading the blind.
I wish for everyone to be able to experience true, unmistakable phenomenon. It must be one of the most powerful things to witness. Something you can’t label. Something you don’t know. Something that’s real but outside of what others deem ‘real’. It can be alienating, divisive. It should instill a blistering hit to our self-importance, our obsession with having a theory for everything, like the universe is just so simple, we can explain it all. There’s even a theory called, “The Theory of Everything”. How egoic of us to rush to seek such a conclusion; to be so fearful of the unknown and so proud of what we think we know. We never find truths. We find synchronicities, repeatable patterns. We find repeatable patterns and out come the numbers and statistics. We reduce a phenomenon in nature to these numbers of repeatable synchronicities and tally up our work to claim our reward for knowledge. We find a pattern and pride ourselves with the feats of our discoveries. We become so engorged with the fruits of our labor that is ultimately a stepping stone, we forget about the path ahead. We then draw conclusion after conclusion based on that pattern, and now the stepping stone towards furthering truth is nothing but a tiny island. No path in sight. No one can see anything but the reductive data.
This comes down to the superhuman ability to imagine the unimaginable. No other creature on this planet can do it like we can. Whether it’s from tapping into imaginations, the collective conscious, entities from other dimensions, we succeed at amazing feats of progress. We find useful synchronicities for furthering our evolution of knowledge. These acts are pure inspiration-fuel for imagining a farther reaching aspect of arcanature, not just applied data to the reductive ideas that are what we call nature. We will always have our trusty fundamental data, but it has always limited our potential. It always creates tunnel vision on what we consider “real”. Unknown things are proven to be real day after day, month after month. Yet we stifle our imaginations and treat them as playthings, like its value lies in nonsensical inquiries and fantasy entertainment. Creativity resides in the imagination. No science would be done, no inventions would be done, no engineering would be done without imagination first. Creativity is the essence of all of our beings and we are drowning in a world that loves the systems of redundancy and statistics. We crave difference; sporadicity, and get assaulted with repeat advertisement after advertisement, refined fact after fact, and stat after stat. Until even what we see being created around us seems binary; a ripoff of a ripoff, unoriginal, unimaginative.
Hobbies and creative efforts are more and more closely tied to the dwindling quality of life, inflation, rising costs, and reflecting a desperation for income. Every nook and cranny of supply and demand is infinitely fulling up. Now people don’t even focus on selling anything, they focus on selling to the person who is selling. Before you know it we’ll be coaching the coaches who coach other coaches on coaching coaches… Barf.
The divide of our unimaginative selves hits us all hard, because it further reinforces the limitations of what’s possible. The unknown will keep on becoming known, maybe slowly, maybe quickly, but it will keep on pouring in infinitely, as there is no end to knowledge. Only if we can detach our thought processes from the arbitrary collective norms of the modern world can we blow the roof off the houses that are our minds and reach into ourselves, pulling out the most beautiful, creative originality. I’ve come to terms and am still coming to terms with the ostracization of having a different opinion, it's an ongoing endeavor, like any lesson in life. Individuation is the goal here, not fitting in. No one lies on their deathbed in comfort of having thought like, been like, acted like everyone else. They see all the potential they didn’t see when they were younger. They see the ruts that they found themselves stuck in. They see where they did exactly what everyone else did and where they believed what everyone else did. If we all believed the same thing, and had the same perceived limits on our realities, the world would be an agonizingly boring place.
Your reality is like no one else's and you are the only one who can truly observe YOUR reality. Have some fun with it. Get messy, go wild, loosen up here, tighten up there, find what you LOVE and give it everything that you've got. Let your dreams out of the cage. Dream up something that maybe you didn't even mean to dream up. One step at a time, create a reality that you want to be a part of.
