at the expense of humanity
for the price of your sanity
consciousness has become
a sellable commodity
I’m utterly dismayed at so much of what the world is offering now.
Consciousness has become a sellable commodity with hucksters standing at street corners of the cyber world, they have found their wagons and they sell their elixir, guaranteed to cure all.
The sipping of which is made easier, the injection needle, the drip, the life support machine through social media.
People with no minds, no hearts, no soul, no experience, no knowledge, who buckle at the loss of a few dollars, who can’t swim their way out of a fish bowl, all prancing as gurus, just because they got a tattoo, learned how to spell chakra, burn incense and have an instagram account.
Yes I’m incensed.
Whilst people suffer and need the help of merciful hands, we place conditions on help.
Believe in me, in my way only or else be damned.
Look at how spiritual I am, drug fucked into oblivion, because I read about a hallucination drug that makes marketing my ‘third eye’ photos the buzz.
My gnosis is trending,
my sageness is blending,
there is no mending,
in all this pretending.
Bereft and barren you remain,
as you lie, prance around in your fisherman pants,
and underneath all that pain,
Nothing changed, you’re still the same.
People who haven’t got the guts to go through life changes finding the easy way out, lining pockets of liars, and or their own pockets and feeding off human suffering.
Consciousness has never been for sale,
it’s always been free,
all it required is utter sincerity,
a letting go of the concept of ‘me’.
forget the knowledge tree,
even if you had a forth or fifth eye,
none of that will help you see.
The way has always been, to just be,
through rigid self scrutiny,
and through that fire,
reach the epitome,
all vanities flee,
and when the fire has finished with you,
wash cool and cleanse yourself in the salt of the sea,
by devoting yourself wholeheartedly,
honesty is key, honesty is key.