I’m Sorry – This Number Has Been Disconnected

We live in a world where everything that matters is disconnected from everything else. We live in a state of disconnection from our own humanity and souls. We live in a society where objectification, distancing, disassociation, dehumanization, distortion and perversion are the operating modes of consciousness. We see this in our relationships with nature, livelihood, savage wars, spirituality, food and more. We’ve traded living in a state of awareness and grace for living in the the gutters of greed saturated Wetiko. Instead of observing the imbalance and rot all around us, we keep distracted with meaningless trivia like beer, football, cell phones, entertainment, fashion and on it goes. We disconnect from our true self and wrap ourselves in costumes. We pretend to be actors, athletes, sexy babes, military officers, priests, doctors, social debutantes, furries and corporate clowns. So many clowns in the circus parade. We all have a ticket to the monsters ball.

And that brings me to what fueled the inspiration to write about this. The psychotic, demonic, sadistic war and genocide that is happening in Gaza, and now, Iran. These things defy any range of the definition of pure horror. There’s been probably near a million innocent people, mostly women and children, torturously murdered in Gaza. They’re suppressing, minimizing and flat out lying about the numbers killed. All this so a group of genocidal psychopaths with a major superiority complex can ethnic cleanse and build a resort. The unprovoked attack on Iran is over the top. In the first few days of the conflict, during a joint US-Israeli bombing campaign, the Shajareh Tayyebeh girls’ elementary school in Minab, Southern Iran, was destroyed. 165–180 people were killed, the majority of whom were schoolchildren – little girls. As all these atrocities are happening, people just shove their heads in the sand. They pretend to not even notice. They go to the mall, to the movies, to the nail salon, and the golf course. Doesn’t matter, anything to ignore the horror going on. Nobody says anything. Nobody does anything. You have to go along to get along. God forbid you say the wrong thing at a garden party and get labeled the turd in the punchbowl. As long as their 401K and their home value is increasing, it just doesn’t matter. It’s so easy to turn a blind eye when the nightmare is more than half way across the world. Distance is the best friend and enabler of disconnection. And this is not new, these wars have been happening as long as civilization has been operating. Mostly with staunch support. It’s this very disconnect that enables them to keep going on. It’s time again to buy little American flags and stickers, and put them on your car.

Time to discuss a few of life’s situations where being disconnected dominates the scene.

My first is work. How we support ourselves in this puppet play. The entire playing field is rigged to begin with. There should be no need for free spirits to be toiling away in order to have food and shelter. However, people are so disconnected from who they are and where they came from, this is not possible. That being the case, we are born into a material world, and there’s need for some kind of balanced division of necessary labor. A cooperative venture that benefits the whole would be ideal, but alas, human nature prevails. The entire work world is divided into masters and slaves. The disconnection and objectification modern supervising masters have to treat the slave workers the way they do is out of this world. You’ve got cube cripples strapped in virtual wheelchairs staring at hypno screen scrying mirrors for 10 hours a day. Retail slaves toiling away in relentless sweatshops for marathon shifts. Factory workers repeating the same mind numbing task over and over until they jump off the factory roof. All along, the management kings sit in castles sipping lattes and planning the next vacation to Bora Bora. They pay the slaves in crumbs. They plot ruthless operating procedures that gaslight, humiliate and demoralize their prey. The disconnect to objectify and abuse fellow humans to this degree is incomprehensible. This is what Dicken’s Christmas Carol was about. These are the Scrooges of the world treating Bob Cratchit with utter disregard for his contribution and his dying son, Tiny Tim. Employees are non human bags of water to use until they dry up and evaporate. The Wetiko is strong with these ones.

We’re completely disconnected from nature. Divorced from our Mother Earth. We’ve all become spacemen walking around with ear pods. We dwell in concrete jungles in fabricated hamster habitats. Glass, steel and cement have replaced dirt, trees and streams. Even when people “go to nature”, they drag a massive collection of equipment with them. They don’t hike, they go canyoneering. There’s lines of people on hiking trails, lines of cars to go to the mountains. You need a reservation to go to a national park. People tear up the land speeding around on ATVs.

Next, and perhaps most fundamentally, we’re completely disconnected from our own spirit. We’re sewn from the exact same cosmic cloth as our creator. We are that. We’re spirit frequency beings. We are free and sovereign. In our disconnection we imagine ourselves to be flesh and blood, material beings and separate. We’re either atheists or slaves to a fairy tale Abrahamic religion. We assume the role of the beggar instead of the king. All of this confusion leads us to fall into the pit of Weitiko. We behave as greed driven materialists.

Finally, the subject of nourishment comes up. We are disconnected from the food chain that supports our survival.

We naturally are hunter/gatherers. Now we hunt the isles of supermarkets. We killed animals for meat. Now we capture packages of bacon. We gathered wild berries and plants to eat. After the agricultural age began, we started to grow and farm fruits and vegetables. Now we stalk the produce isle at the market. We’ve gone from farming to attending farmers markets on Main St. USA, and believe this is back to the land. It’s an easy detour from there to go from eating healing herbs and plants for medicine to poisoning ourselves with pharmaceuticals. Disconnection is the beginning of modern medicine.

I have a few loose ends to tie up. Deteriorating disconnection leads to all kinds of extremes. Relationships between men and women are bargains between money bags and sex objects. Criminals stalk the streets for victims. Pedophiles and rapists hunt for prey. Cannibals hunt for tender young human veal specimens. There are people believing themselves superior that want to enslave and exterminate a people they objectify and call goyim. And on spin the wheels of progress.