I posit to you that we are all energy.
I posit that we are all gradations, not in equal lot. We humans vary in brightness and power, we are like diverse fruit in a wild and treacherous jungle.
And I posit that we exist in a predatory world, a world full of beauty and balance, and yet a world full of the darkest danger.
There are shadowed and LIVING threats lurking in every pulsing pool of this darkness. Predatory life forms whose machinations and actions follow patterns and intents that are far beyond good and evil.
And we are merely pieces of glittering dust to them. We are the harvest that this darkness yearns for, in this crazy beautiful place we call planet Earth.
Surrounded by tooth and claw, war and government, we humans float on this blue gem that slowly moves across an endless Dark Sea. And as we whirl across the cosmos, oblivious to the infinity all around us, we refine ourselves. We grow in power through the many struggles and pressures, like rare and precious gems ourselves. And as we do so, we grow in power and change in form, we are not an equal lot and as such we become ever more delicious morsels for those that would feast on us…those that do already feast on us!
We humans are all trapped in a box now. We are food, we are all part of a giant soul machine, that is our lot.
But within that box other smaller boxes also exist, sometimes zipping across our skies like so many buzzing insects. They are smaller more refined engines, engines that run on a finer sources of fuel and that are able to sustain a more concentrated form of predatory life. These predators are tricksters, marauders, takers, stealers, enticers; looking for just the right fuel, just the right soul to take.
Fuel for soul machines some have become, those that stray from the safety of the herd, and those that are unfortunate enough to have found themselves at the wrong place and at the wrong time without defense.
These predatory takers, these tricksters, don’t technically come out of the boxes that fly through our skies. They use their boxes to come into this one: a box within the box. It is all in version you see, the boxes are actually doors: they are doors from one box to another!
And they use these doors to transport us from our larger prison into smaller ones, because they want us, they want to put some of us in smaller boxes, that’s the key. Corral the delicious beasts, those specs of shining dust, make that cage smaller, leave no room for escape. But only the special ones, the ones with just the right kind of energy that they desire…that they need.
Because we can be fuel for these engines, all these buzzing boxes in our space.
And so they trick us, teach us, manages, fill us with infinite promise and delight, in order to stabilize our energetic core, in order to entice us into the smaller boxes. Their biggest promise, and a true promise, albeit with grave consequences, is that they promise safety from the bigger box that we have just come from. They will say through different words, ‘’by going into this box, through these odd and delicious angles, you can escape the trap, the bigger box, that has trapped all humanity! You will be free of that box in our smaller cozy box.’’ They promise and they do not lie, but in that half-truth there is even greater enslavement.
Or at times they just take us, body and all, through diabolical force, when the special and unlucky find themselves alone and isolated from the human herds. And then when such unfortunate people are in those boxes, they seal the box in square the angles, so that those poor souls are forever trapped. The missing, the lost, the unreported… Those that have become fuel for soul machines.