The Cyclical Nature of Reality

“Folks, it’s time to evolve. That’s why we’re troubled. You know why our institutions are failing us, the church, the state, everything’s failing? It’s because, um – they’re no longer relevant. We’re supposed to keep evolving. Evolution did not end with us growing opposable thumbs.” ― Bill Hicks

A long time ago, I dreamed I was drifting through the celestial oceans of the cosmos. Floating along and simply gazing upon the magnificent hues of the deep cosmic waters of purple and red. I was in a complete state of bliss — weightless and free from all worry and angst. A mere orb of energy wading through the magnificent waters of the cosmos.

“Do you hear that?” I murmured as I opened my eyes. “That’s the sound of a solemn land being woken from its nocturnal slumber by its master, its giver of life, its God of light.”

The desert is a place the apeman shouldn’t inhabit, but by downright grit and ingenuity, he has conquered this godforsaken land and has somehow found a way to coexist with the very same flora and fauna that wanted him dead not so long ago.

One wrong move and a Spanish Dagger might just lodge one of its razor-sharp spines into your liver and bleed you out before high noon. Mother Nature can be a cruel mistress — lying in wait for the opportune moment to reunite your corpse with the dust of the earth.

Life seems to occur in waves. Round and round we go, spinning through space at an ungodly speed, hoping we survive through the night. 

Seasons come and go, and just as the oceans rise and fall, nations are built and destroyed. Nature is cyclical my friend.

In a world ruled by a thirst for power, we must innovate and connect with our creativity if we are to survive the imminent wave of the technological revolution. For we are like rats to the machine and if things go horribly wrong, we may very well resort to fighting and killing over crumbs that fall from its table.

The majority of us are living in a perpetual state of stagnant stimulation. No longer do we read, write, or philosophize. Instead, we’ve become obsessed with our own personal brand and project only the attractive facets of our being while burying our true identity beneath the conforming pressure of society.

We are right where they want us to be, fat and lazy, completely oblivious to what’s going on. Just busy little bees buzzing from one mindless task to the next.

The status quo does not want rapid evolution of culture, for this would upheave the order of the system, and shift power back towards the collective hive.

I myself was almost convinced my ambition to create was merely a foolish dream. But at the very last moment, I took the plunge into the deep dark waters of the unknown. And here I still sit, watching as the hairs slowly fall from my head.

Creativity is our most beautiful gift from the cosmos, yet few of us retain it. Nonetheless, it’s never too late to reconnect with this boundless force of creative energy.

From the toppling of ideological dogmas to the loss of western morality — we presently have little choice but to evolve and move forward, or shrivel up and die by the wayside.

Everyone is vying for our time, time is money, time is life, and time is all we have before we cross the great divide and make the leap.

Time is very valuable, so at the very least take back your single most precious asset, and derail the momentum of your life by taking a step back and at the very least, assessing your current situation. One can only begin to build himself up after he has torn down the structures of his egotistical psyche. And if one is to survive, it’s critical to be selfish at pivotal moments.

We’re born into this world naked and alone, and we will die naked and alone. You’re the only person who you’ll have to answer to in your dying hour. So dance with this beautiful experience (we call life) until you uncover your source of fulfillment, and then feed that fire until there’s nothing left but a heap of smoldering ashes.

Life is very short my friend, so do not waste it.

When you die, you will not be able to take anything with you. Everything you own will eventually rot and decay into a state of dust while the rest of the world moves on until it too is eventually consumed by the sun.

It’s the circle of life, my friend. The highway of death. The paradoxical illusion. Now embrace the grind and carry on.

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.” ― Terence McKenna


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J.R. Gilmore

J.R. Gilmore was born in the woodlands, on planet earth, 4.5 billion years after the planet was formed out of a mixture of dust and gas. And at least 3.5 million years after hominids stopped swinging in trees and began walking upright.