Taken (from my other blog)

Taken

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Millions of hand written pages I thought I tossed away, have never left my brain. But, I'll tell you what I don't have, thousands of physical items I once had possession of, shoes, clothes, furniture, gifts from loved ones; time to kill, invitations to be, now all gone; vases, chairs, a bed I so deeply cherished and tried to hold on to, gone. Of spatulas and DVD's, cameras and honey bees, nothing remains the same. There is nothing more constant than change.

My mind covers about two hundred kilometers a minute of all things past and I can't slow it down except to stop my whole body and breathe. It's so tiring, I have to be alone because people bother me. They say things they do not mean and do things without thinking of how it will effect anyone else. The self preservation is understandable, so I just try to preserve myself without them because I would probably be dead if I let them have control.

I once investigated a homocide scene where four people lay dead from gunshot wounds and it turned out that they were taken for a measley amount of two hundred dollars. That's fifty dollars a piece for each of those lives. All the worth they might have tried to be, all the tangible or pysical value they might have tried to produce was leveled down to fifty dollars by someone with revenge eating away at his brain and methamphetamines, a lethal mixture. One of the thousands of combinations that bring about death. Think about the millions whom have died over some pocket cash, maybe even less than fifty dollars, sometimes even seventy five cents, a piece of candy, a pair of tennis shoes, a jacket or a hat. Is your life, is anybodies worth only that?

To all the parents and grandparents, sisters and brothers, doctors and lawyers that wish they could help fight off these destructive addictions, don't suggest the lame solution of God or the lame solution of therapy and by all means don't give them any reason to take your money or steal your items of proposed value, just resign to get rid of it all and say "I advocate a Resouce Based Economy model for society", because that is the only way to fix the situation. If you have nothing of value that you can call yours, there is nothing to sell, nothing to steal. Often, the only thing that protects your possessions from being taken is to kill those who are trying to take it from you, and is that really what you want to do? You may not know it, even just a few minutes before it happens, but if it ever comes to that, your behavior may shock you.

And the moment that you pull that trigger or poison that tea or set off that backpack bomb or load that machine gun or man that tank, you've done it, you have resorted to the lowest of morality, by meaning to take a life for a physical possession that isn't even yours, and will never be yours, because all things physical cannot transcend with you at the end of your life. You don't even have the capacity to take along with you your physical body, Your face, your hair, your eyes, your limbs, all the millions of thoughts hidden in your brain, it all stays to decompose. So what have you done? You have killed someone to save an item that is of the earth only as you might be taken to the heavens, or wherever the hell you go.

I don't profess to know God or even try to understand it. It's not mine to completely understand, I cannot capture the universe as it is or has been because I am a small part and I will change and before I can even see the thing, it is one way and as my eyes might arrange a viewing, it has absolutely changed.

Mind Cracking

The vicious cycle keeps turning.

While I was a refugee in Chicago over the last winter, (it's a really long story) (remind me to tell it sometime) I was trying to crack through the brainwashed mind of my own son whom was not aware that international bankers controlled everything, from his immense stress over the debt of his college tuition to his worry over the drug addicted neighbor who he suspected was stealing his packages ordered from Amazon, to his father's home value being under water. I couldn't get him to listen or understand long enough. He just wanted to work his salary paid sixty hours a week while feeling insecure about losing it while he spent all of his free time collaborating with other creative artists on a web comic book. He just wanted to experience his new found freedom from parental controls.

Yeah. He has merged on from his parent controlled life to the invisible parents controlling his life out in the BIG world, and the entire time he thinks he has freedom to choose.

The Freedom of Choice

The freedom of choice. How sad that really is. People walking everywhere thinking they control their own thoughts, they control their own hearts and emotions, they control their own behavior without being adequately attuned to so many of the influences that surround them. (deep breath here)

What if science were to be the best decider, without a profit motive or need for money attached? What if science were to replace political debates? Would this really be replacing the human experience or spirit?

This is how I kind of imagine it would look. I am living in a fully equipped and environmentally safe structure and I am receiving the best medical advice from not doctors but my computer and suddenly an alert is displayed. It's not irritating, it's just a message. A severe weather warning. But, I don't have to run into a corner of the room or crouch inside a doorway, I just have to know why my apartment or housing structure is about to protect me by changing the window tint or locking up the open hatches by automatically closing them for me.

"Darn" I snap. "I wanted to go out and sit on the patio this morning." Damn, that scientific warning system from keeping me locked up inside. I could be out there getting battered by hail and thrown over by winds. This science is really getting on my nerves. "Oh well. I can't blame the weather. I guess I'll just go over to the image screen and turn on my choice of programming." And I decide to choose the image and sounds of the roaring fireplace. How quickly I can change my desires from warmth to warmth.

Is having the freedom to choose really the best thing for a person? That depends I suppose, on whom else or what else is helping me or influencing me to make my decisions.

A young girl is informed by her doctors (conveys what scientific tests reveal) that it will be a strain on her body if she carries her pregnancy full term. Her high blood pressure and diabetes could bring about her death during child birth (risk). But, she doesn't believe in abortion. She has been taught it is a sin to kill another human life while it is growing inside her (religion). She has already formed an attachment to the unborn child and would rather take her chances and give birth (unfounded).

Her parents want to save her, so they want her to make the safe choice, but she already made the unsafe choice by having sex without contraception. (religion and emotional influence from boy who wanted to have sex) Her own biological hormones influenced her to want to have sex also and is there a medication that numbs the body from wanting to have sex? Yes. It's your choice of anti-depressants.

Will science be allowed to make all human decisions in the future? Is that what is scaring the hell out of everyone who do not want to imagine what it would be like to get rid of ridiculous political banter and war creating border controls? Are you kidding me?

While money is the center point for border control and political parties and workers who want to work and the unemployed drug addict who can't work but needs money to sustain a drug habit and the wealth behind drug lords and the banker's bullet, what is the difference between choosing science for social concern with monetary backing and science for social concern without monetary backing?

Give me a few minutes and not only will I crack your noggin, I will scramble your brains. MMMMM. I'm feeling hungry.