I have noticed, and assessed by my contact with all the people I do, that in general, and across the board of everyone who is of all kinds of walks, religions, and political stripes, that the dishonor of profiteering is a drag. A bummer. A scourge. A rash on the surface of the spirit, and no amount of generosity soothes the participant in an ugly economy based on perverted principles.
I have felt the intergenerational wounds of races, all because of the profiteering principle. The harm done in another place, even another time weighs heavy on all participants to a crime. It continues to weigh heavy on the inheritors. In no way are the victims the only victims.
Our victimhood of unwilling participation in an economy that swells in fraudulent pride over profiteering, which I suggest is always abusive, extractive, and dishonoring, closes us away from the prosperity that moves the dynamic into the light, leaving the shame of abuse behind, and the shame of our participation in it. So, we shed our victimhood, and step into our authority.
We know that the paradigm of profiteering is built on a foundation of the victim-perpetrator-rescuer triad. The self stands apart from that. Thus, think of the VPR triad, (victim-perpetrator-rescuer) as the other three corners of the base of a pyramid, the last fourth corner occupied by your self. Let’s for this discussion, place the all seeing eye of the dollar bill at the top, the Perverted Elite’s excuse for godhood.
Our selves are equally perverse to accept victimhood, perpetrator or the rescuer roles. One can be harmed without being victimized. One can provide aid without being the rescuer, and one can prosper with being the perpetrator. Whatever our experience is, is always novel, and always beyond our entire control, a bit like surfing. No wave the same, no moment the same, possibility abounding in each wave of moments to ride the wave out of every problem.
The Lone eye of the perverse, surveilling all below, extracting every aspect of control imaginable, holding our spirits bound to a mere 3 dimensional idea of pyramidical form, in so doing, providing a strong magnetism of obedience as we all recognize the power of that form. What do we do with this embedded symbol, sitting deep into our unconsciousness, passed on generationally and understood, rather than overcome?
How may the pyramid and all it’s hierarchy ideation serve us, rather than squish us, as if we reside always at it’s heavy base. Perhaps, and I am just playing with the concept here, we replace that ugly Lone eye, with “I”, as in you, dear heart. Perhaps every time we next see that lone eye, we have now messaged our mind that there has been a wee little switcheroo. YOU sit atop that dollar bill’s pyramid. It IS but a dollar after all, you do deserve that, yes? Just as we use the find and replace function in a word document when we must change every instance (in my case) of teh, with the.
So let’s replace that old eye, with our new I, in fact, I am going to do that right now, from now on, for the rest of my life, whenever I see that symbol, I am going to equate it with I, not their eye. Now, I am going to move a little more with this idea. While the pyramid indicates a 3d object, it is of course 2d, a flat thing, sitting on a dollar bill or whatever flat plane. Thus, I am going to play further with that symbol. I am going to take the bottom two front facing corners of what apparently is a pyramid (but isn’t cuz it is 2d), and put an ‘a’ in the left hand corner and an ‘m’ in the right, and on the corner in the shadows on the left, put an ‘s’, and on the backside, which we imagine, therefore we invent, I am going to put an ‘o’. From this moment onwards I am going to include this presentation of all pyramids like this. I A-M Omnipresent Self.
It is fitting that the omnipresent element is in the back unseen side, because we don’t see it either. However, right as rain, we are all moving in change in and out of our experience of omnipresence. We may not be everywhere, yet we are present wherever we can think, dream, imagine, stand or intend to be.
If we can only think of our situations as victims or perpetrators or rescuers of profiteering, as in the unwilling but absolutely necessarily present participants in an economy rife with dishonor, greed and destruction, it binds us. We need to unbind our minds, spirits and unleash our intentions to participate in the glory of our I AM Omnipresent Self. Do not think for one second that the incredible oak tree over in that park or the hummingbird, or the moth, to name a few, are any less the glory of I Am Omnipresent Self. Therein is the perpetrator, that equally binds us.
If we were properly oriented towards our capacity, we would have been trained, or rather expanded from our youth, towards moveable consciousness, such that our empathy would be so quick, so effective that it would be no trouble to see through the eyes, however many of them are there of the moth, and feel the wall or the leaf beneath those interesting feet of theirs. Our antennae being our hair, or our DNA. That’s why the hair stands up on your arms sending the signals to the DNA.
Forgive me, for moving immediately to the fear example. Fear is a problem. The more you fear the more you face, so in this discussion, now that we all have our I’s over our A M’s with the Omnipresent Self’s holding the backsides of our experiences, what is the stuff of our pyramid? Is your pyramid built of Fear? Is it built with Shame, Lust, Gluttony ? I have had a tad bit of that going on solidly built as I am. Well, well well, no need to have those nasties in our newly claimed personal pyramids! Lucky for us, they are all etheric, and no exertion of effort required. Unlike attempting to clean the interior corners of a real pyramid. Pointy q tips dipped in vinegar anyone? Nothing but frustration. Maybe plunge the whole thing into the water. Spray out those corners with a high power hose. But we don’t have to! Amen.
Our pyramids are now totally shiny clean, ready for the substance we choose. Didn’t expect this substack to be an art class did you? Well, neither did I but here we are. You fill yours with whatever you choose, I am going to fill mine now.
I am going to build mine with breathe and creativity. Water that maybe changes its form as conditions warrant. I am going to have a safe space within, maybe a great reclining seat, and a button that expands the size of it, in ether direction, so I can make it big as a mountain or even a continent, or tiny as a cell. Because it must have light inside, at least for some of the time, I am going to place an ever burning flame, from which I can take more light wherever, and that flame can be sparkles, or it can be spread all on the floor for warming. IN normal mode, it will simply remain there, lit eternally by itself. I can make the flat planes edges of my pyramid have a chameleon effect, they can glisten or they can be solid, or they can be wood, or even would. Now, I’m going too far. They CANNOT BE WOULD.
If you keep the cornerstones as victim, rescuer, perpetrator, self, and let that Lone Eye of the elite, the big brother, the cabal or whatever, even the eye of God (and not you), in that spot, then indeed your personal experience will be filled with I would but. I would but I have to______ )fill in the blank). I would but _______ prevents me, because _______ did thus or such, or ______does this and that. So please get rid of the would.
I AM Omnipresent Self. Omnipresent wherever I am, however I feel inside. So the guilt of participation in a harmony destroying economy must go, and be replaced with the happy and nourishing feeling of honor, expanding. Honor serves dignity, serves respect serves prosperity serves knowledge serves health.
And to think I was going to write about commerce. Maybe I did.
I so enjoy traveling, and I also enjoy returning home.
With my best friends.
With my best, friends.
Ps: the Merkaba is your pyramid in love. Maybe more on that another time.