Sunday, February 1, 2015

Heart & Soul-dier; the Longwinded Explanation why a Soldier will Shoot You When SHTF

When one reflects on the impending doom awaiting us at the end of any cycle—be it personal or worldly—it becomes a daunting reality as to how royally screwed we really are. Even as I write this (which at first is done by hand on paper), I condemn myself for my blessed curse. For why must words come so effortlessly when I sit with pen and paper, yet flee at the site of a computer screen? Every decent writer likely has the top-rated voice recognition software, I tell myself. Of course, I do too, but like losing weight—nothing is going to happen by nonuse and eating chocolate. Just owning the software and installing does not a page of words create.

But just as I’ve been blessed with the skill of words, it doesn’t extend beyond the paper. Being not the type for public speaking—or maybe just speaking my thoughts out loud—the idea of talking to my computer has not gone well, and therefore, I must continue to write by hand. This is great for so many reasons, and has very much to do with the past, present, and future traditions of our “great” nation, while breaking down the notion of whether or not our military will open fire on citizens. As the title suggests, it’s kinda longwinded. But you’ll understand, I don’t apologize for that.

So what could be so great about writing by hand? I mean, it takes longer, and the potential to forget what I was thinking before I get it written down is pretty high. On top of that, once I get it all jotted down fast enough, there’s the likely event that I can’t read half of what I wrote.

What’s so great is that, as with any art, it takes time and focus to write something amazing—not just a blog or book, but anything people take something from, like a life lesson, or something. How’s that for ‘great with words?’ The point is, it takes a lot of love to commit to our art—to anything—that in 
this fast-paced world will consume so much of our short time here. It’s the very reason why art is transforming into a digital monster, being used by industries such as marketing, film, and entertainment. We are able to mass-produce digital art quickly and without real thought or emotion, without knowing we’re really pushing out messages to the human mind. We push words out quickly to achieve a number of “likes” or “shares” and we don’t have a real concern for what the words say or mean. In most cases, we share things that we think are pretty awesome, pretty cute, pretty sexy, or pretty disturbing. And if it’s not that it’s advertising. By slowing down and focusing on a message, writing it down first is like my “think before I speak” moment. In the immediacy of updating Facebook and twitter of exactly what we’re thinking, or doing, at this exact moment, this filter has been lost—along with our ability to proofread. So guilty.
Whether we admit to it or not, it is a sort of desensitization to real-life scenarios—a screen, or veil we cast over ourselves that says “it’s okay to say this because the majority of people are saying it and a lot of people will like it.” An hour from now, you’ll either have sparked the daily Facebook piss-off that gets a lot of comments of varied ideas, or will have passed with little more than a few “amens.”

Often, the person who spends time focusing and putting love into their art reap the most beneficial experiences. It’s great that I can’t be bought into another product of the mass-producing agenda, because it gives me time to think and rethink. Is whatever I’m putting out expressing my full potential in whatever it is I do?

What about what you do? Are you among the vast majority who’s plugged into the digital revolution?
Many don’t like the word “revolution” which seems silly to me. The human race has terms to identify all kinds of things and then shies away from using those terms out of fear or offense. The truth is we label things because it’s easier than getting to know exactly what they are. It’s easier to formulate an idea with a label attached to it and simply identify things by that label. But let’s not go there just yet.

Not many are blessed with the ability to educate others (or know-how for that matter). After four years of homeschooling, I will say it hasn’t always been fun or easy, but most blessings never are. Anyway the opportunity has afforded me the chance to educate myself in areas I never would have again. For instance history; strangely, I love history, but it’s written so dully that I often fall asleep before I ever really absorb what I’m reading. Now that the world is going to hell and a hand basket and I have to teach my kids about history (because the public school system failed), it’s real easy to see where we went wrong. To make a long story longer, homeschooling demanded my love and focus on my kids and help me to identify a truth that every revolution—while seemingly good—has pulled us further and further away from what it appears (more and more every day) we are supposed to be.

From even the time when caveman began simplifying work, we have done nothing but find easier ways and solutions to everyday situations. We left the thinking up to inventors and enjoy the luxury of being able to sit back with our feet up for just a few minutes longer. The result of such movements has been the populace we have today, full of couch potatoes and keyboard warriors talking about the very revolution that they’ll not take part in, that is—unless upon a very specific set of terms, and on a weekend because they have work on Monday.

Effectively, we’ve exchanged the concept of “love for one’s country” to “love for status.” It’s that overwhelming sense of pride and loyalty one feels to his nation (as it has been so kind and rewarding to him) that inspires him to take arms against all enemies foreign and domestic, who would threaten the traditions and values we uphold most. Traditions as simple as the pen to the paper. But we don’t have a love for country.

We implemented, just as we did everywhere else—a system of hierarchy. At every level of the populace hierarchy based on value of one’s assets became the lay of the land. We appointed others to hold authority over us—we who were all created equal and free (wo)men-- as if vested with power from a higher being, these people somehow held the prerequisites to hold such authority over us. Were they gods? Cause gods are the only beings to which we give power over ourselves. They were not gods… but they lead us to believe only they could reach God.

And because property and material possessions determine the worth of a person, we have textiles beaming mass made art to display on your appearance exactly who you are and what you stand for. People and companies profit in the billions while the world swarms in a cesspool of vile thoughts and outlets to express them immediately and without thought and emotion. That’s a bit judgmental. Though, considering we have the freedom of speech, it could be written off as just a difference of opinion that doesn’t matter, because it really doesn’t hurt anyone.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your type) we have become too much of competitive nation for all the wrong reasons. We’ve made no advancements out of a loving, true desire to make a difference in anyone’s life, but our own. How often have we initiated something with the thinking that this is going to pay off? We’ve been conditioned to call pay raises, bonuses, and benefits motivators; but the reality is, they are simply distractions that pull us further away from the very things they don’t want us to see. When you start researching and seeking things on this level, you do so out of love, and you begin to pick up on a pattern of violations against the loving nature of our being since the dawn of man. You understand why they outlawed certain music, and why they promote sex versus love. As there has been no greater study than that of the behavior of man, it’s simply not surprising to see where we are and what we’re headed towards if we continue on this path.

No one wants to be told there being conditioned, but the reality is that it’s occurring every day and you don’t even realize it. Even the people who think themselves “awake” generally have no real
comprehension of just how deep the proverbial “matrix” goes. It’s when you get to this point that you see truth in the symbols left by our forefathers, lurking in holy texts, and great works by those who lived in a day where you either loved your country or you didn’t; because you either dropped what you were doing (whether you were a skilled soldier, a priest, or a farmer) and fought for what you believed in; or you carried on in hopes of escaping the fallout.

It’s when you follow these trails that you see, not only have you been believing in the illusion of truth, but that you’re still knowingly contributing to it; that you either get ready for the fight or you carry on. The fight or fight flight response is another conditioning strengthened by our competitive nature. For many, this factor is not tested very much because maybe you live a “simple” life. However, escalations such as the kind we witnessed at Bundy Ranch, where the Constitution literally hung by a thread, and the nation was unaware of the brink of chaos they were breaching; leave me wondering about similar events on a global scale that we are unaware of.

If you consider that the technology we see today is a technology that the military has had for undoubtedly 20 years already, you might understand that technology is way more advanced than your average person is aware of. Sorry to bust your bubble, but the engineers of the military don’t just have a spark of technological genius and then decide to share with the civilian population without extensive years of research. If were getting it, it’s likely because the military has mastered and learned to control with it. Why do you think a video simulation is such a useful tool in training? Think of how perfected video gaming graphics and even other sensory related gimmicks have been added to what at one point would’ve been kids playing baseball outside, but is now time spent killing each other on hack-em-up video games? Don’t get me wrong, I love these games and tend to conquer sometimes, but I’m pretty savvy on my inability to stand the sight of real blood without passing out to know the difference between video world and what I like to call “reality.”

However, even that is only because I’m a stay-at-home mom in the sweet heart of Georgia, who for the most part doesn’t experience a lot of gunfights or high-speed chases. Then again—you don’t see me playing games like the Sims or Second Life, either. Similar video games or simulations are used in training soldiers. Why do you suppose that is? Well since most of the past two generations have grown up on video games, training using video simulators make a big impact while effectively severing the emotional bond for people by conveniently labeling enemies.

For soldiers though, the video simulators become reality. The veil of the screen is lifted, and the mind has been conditioned to perform an action. Without a doubt a large contribution to PTSD is the fact
that most soldiers act out of trained response to a stimulus. Afterwards is when they’ll be taken out of that environment and left with their inner self to answer to. The faces of those they engaged tend to have a haunting affect to any who let their mind wander uncontrollably. Why do you think there is medication that affects brain chemicals? Because what you can’t create on your own, can be provided for you… at a cost. Your continued support of the American government.

The inner self can be a strong adversary to face. It’s when you start questioning if you really love what you did, or if you loved the status. It’s this thinking that leads me to wonder, what exactly do we have to worry about with our own soldiers, and police, FBI, etc.… We’ve already been exposed to some of their conditioning and we see some are very aware of love of the job and love of the money, but how many would still refrain from pulling the trigger when the simulation is in action and when you are nothing more than a conveniently labeled enemy?

Recently there’s a video floating around on Facebook of some alleged terrorist getting shot from a helicopter. See below.

Now, most of us are cheering and touting off with ‘Merica!’not really knowing what it is we’re seeing. While any amount of research could probably dig up the details behind this video and why it would be in the hands of civilians, there will be questions as to what the soldiers doing the shooting felt in regard. Again, don’t think I don’t support our military. I do. I just know how they are used.

Now, I swore I wouldn’t touch on the sniper movie—and I won’t. Haven’t seen it, and I won’t. I won’t see it because I won’t participate with the machines conditioning me for and against warfare and controlling my feelings for my fellow man. What I will say, I have seen the propaganda for and against Chris Kyle. I don’t question whether he is a hero or not because that’s not for me to judge. Much of my knowledge of the guy came from one video. See below.

It got a lot of support while trying—I think—to be anti-Kyle. I wasn’t formulating an opinion on Kyle or the movie as much as I was attempting to get a general perception of military guys that could assassinate people—literally, look down the scope, possibly look into the eyes of their victim and pull the trigger. Most of my knowledge on this topic stems only from talking to former soldiers who’ve done these things. Most are suffering from PTSD, and some handle it better than others. They all have ways of dealing and talking or not talking about it, but every one of them will attest to doing it for the love of their country, for the people they knew or their children, and always for “America’s freedom.” Some of them are struggling with grasping the consequences of their “skill.” The ability to pull the trigger.

I don’t ask or push questions, I just let them talk. I listen without making judgment and mostly trying to decide if I should try to comfort or just listen. In the end, I always come to the question that many have asked more often than not in the recent years. These conversations led me to this understanding of what we’re really looking at when we ask ourselves if our own military will fire on us. Being no scientist or doctor of any credible nature, I can only offer opinions based on things I’ve seen and read. In particular, this video of Chris Kyle confirms my thoughts further when the interviewee explained that this soldier loved what he did and there was no target off-limits—woman, child—it did not matter. It is mentioned that he loved his terrifying nickname and attributed to the successful death of 160 “terrorists.”

To all of this I say, even the reaper didn’t “love” his job, because being the judge and executioner is a duty for no man. But it could be a job. And thanks to having a standing army… It is a job. The training for this job is simple—Kill the enemy. Do you think soldiers are trained to research why this is their enemy? When a bomber is called to coordinates, do you suppose the pilot has much to say about the inhabitants he’ll be unloading on? Does the gravity of the simulated event sink in, or has the emotion been trained out of these men and women?

Will a soldier pulled a trigger against Americans? Would it not depend on the government’s label of the American? If that label is “enemy” do you think you show up any differently on the screen than the white blobs getting into the truck? Do you think you’re faced  appears any different to your enemy when placed between the hairs of his scope? Well, if there’s people loving this job, then my guess is that it doesn’t. These guys don’t get paid to do research, they get paid to kill and kill well, and for the most part people like you and me will never hear of it. So enemies are killed (Go ‘Merica!) and life goes on unaware of whatever impending doom was going to happen.

As a nation losing more and more of our roots to the plague of damnation, I wonder what would spark America’s rising at this point? With a paid for military no one could truly grasp what it meant to fight for freedom. Until the expansion of the long-range missiles, the notion of a threat to our freedom relied on the enemy at least being on our soil. (There’s only one that I know of currently). How convenient that we created the very ability to build such devices. It’s even better that we have the ability to launch them with the push of a button, because kings don’t fight amongst themselves, they fight at the citizens. Much like the number of likes and shares you enjoy and compete for, so do the powers that sit on the throne at a desk with all kinds of buttons. The only difference is they get their numbers in casualties. And no one in the leading position on the screen is going to stop and ask why or what they are winning in the end, because it’s just a matter of who’s the best. So what happens when the enemy—the “terrorist” are us, and “love” exists only for the status?

It’s a difficult reality to linger on, but it makes me glad I write. I may not enjoy the research process for the time it consumes, but I love what I learned and what I can share with others. Although it takes time, it’s something I love to do and feel is worth investing my time in, although I don’t get paid. As writing is the skill I’ve been given to express my love, I go through the lengthy process of learning about my topic and the message that needs to be conveyed. In doing so, I’ve been exposed to a variety of material for and against every topic I addressed. For that, I gain knowledge and am capable of thinking circles around any boxes. The omni-perspective opens me to all kinds of insight.

More importantly, in a time where the digital revolution has already terminated cursive lessons in so
many schools, it’s only a matter of time before writing in general is not taught. We had a glimpse of the repercussions of that during the Trayvon Martin case when the girl couldn’t read the cursive letter.

What other traditions will be allowed to sink into the mortal abyss of unheeded warnings from history? I’m happy that I won’t let this one die. I don’t live in confusion of what “love” will drive us to do, and I don’t live in a delusional sense that it’s my duty to do anything, but love for my fellow man and give him what I can out of perfect love and trust. Since my words are all I have to give, I hope you will love them all the same, and if you will love them, take them to understand what they mean to you. Love for country or love for status? Which are you conditioned for? Just remember, all your material gains here can’t go with you when you die.

Will a US soldier pull the trigger against American enemy? Yes, and he’ll feel bad about it later. Time to untrain your mind, and stop living in the illusion that you mean anything to them. They don’t look at individual civilian casualties, they look at overall the damage, and you are just a number. In enemy in the crosshairs.

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