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Callous Behavior

As events in our lives become more and more distant, their memory blends in with the other events of the days, weeks, and years that adjoin them until they become so faint that they seemingly dissolve.

That once burdensome memory becomes lighter and lighter over time until the only marker that remains is a steeled yet supple spot on the heart; the site of an internal battle fought and won, or a callous area… the site of battles that linger on.

The callouses guide us. They warn us.

Our parents used them as badges. A way of identifying each others choices. Honor, respect, duty, shame. etc. They had badges for everything.

Living in sentiment facilitates this type behavior. It’s a type of dreaming that doesn’t have much use for the present.

The badges help to remind us. We work to forget them, hoping that in doing so we will be free from them.

Those of us in pain look for them on others; searching for our broken match, dreaming of catching the hapless soul responsible for our loss, for our guilt, for our rage.

We really do try.

We contextualize. We revisit those callous areas.

We ultimately forgive ourselves just enough to get by because no one likes to be bled on. Unless they are bleeding too, then they don’t notice.

Too many noticeable scars… and we fight to show that we are something else.

Not enough… and we fiercely claim their legitimacy.

There are wounds that might be too faint for anyone else to see, and someone needs to know that they are indeed there.

The sad truth is that we all have too many scars.

Callouses restrict our range of motion. Maybe our bodies know that in hardening themselves, we risk less.

Punishment gives birth to armor.

It’s not the bleeding that is so bad as it is the stains. Once someone sees us with a stain, we know we will forever be that in their eyes.

They are to us.

Too us, I suppose.

Don’t they know that without claiming to be something, we feel at risk of not being anything?

We’ve seen the people they told us are not anything. They don’t treat them like people.

So we choose.

Badges. Labels. Bruises. Callouses.

We are them, politely, until we are no longer.

Faded.

We roam.

Disrespected angels, covered in stickers and patches

Facebook: A Multi-Dimension Zoo

It has been prophesied that humankind is awakening to its true nature as multi dimensional beings.

Beings of light that have been constrained and restrained and trained not to know their true nature, we are slowly becoming aware of our divine nature and the divine nature of all that is. We are becoming “homogalactus” or “homodivinicus”. We are shifting away from the thought that we are humans evolved from apes, to hue-mans… evolved from light.

Interestingly, it appears as if social media has played a large role in latest part of that evolution.¬†However, Facebook seems to now be the equivalent of people watching at the zoo, except admission is free, parking isn’t a hassle, and no one is stepping on my shoes.

I get to see adorable children and animals doing funny and amazing things. I get a little inspiration, and every now and then, I even get to see people arguing over their interpretation of current events.

The truly amazing thing though, and again, this is just my opinion, is that random funny videos and pics aside, everyone seems to truly believe in what they are sharing, regardless of their political, social, or spiritual views.

In 50-60 years from now, when kids are using it to mine data for their “social media history” class, I wonder what they are going to think when they see that we were some of the meanest, cruelest, misguided, callous, and uniformed people on the planet, and simultaneously some of the most hopeful, humorous, compassionate, and caring.

I hope they see that we were all doing our best, and maybe… just maybe, see that while we were slow to rise from our waking dream, we realized early on that it doesn’t really matter what we share, it’s the sharing itself that makes a difference.

With that that though, I must say, I’m not going to the zoo everyday anymore.

Instead, I think I’ll take my dog for a walk and continue to try and wake up from this dream… a dream of contrasting truths and subtle fictions. For me, Facebook has served its purpose, and it has served it well.

If Facebook is any indication of the collective consciousness in America, it appears as if we are quickly trying to resolve our culture of separation through a drone of non-stop sharing and commentating that is bringing some kind of non-homogenized yet unified field of awareness closer and closer through a incessant torrent of “likes” and “shares”… a place where every color is seen with the awareness that regardless of what we see, the truth is known that all is light.