Greetings Earth Frens! Ratio here…
OK so I am not 100% on anything.
Pretty sure neither are you.
We get so caught up on holding others accountable. The Globalists. The Political class. We can’t help but act or at the very lease post about the wrongs of the world.
But what about me?
What about you?
We can’t take a breath and get 100% oxygen.
We can’t help but lie at least once a day as we insert ourselves into the “Truth” movement.
Am I a good person?
What is a good person?
We all would like to think we are.
I am supposed to be working right now.
How about you, what are you supposed to be doing right now?
It’s true.
We’re deep in spiritual warfare. Always have been.
Our body is a filter keeping out the divine. We notice the creation but forget the creator.
I like to think sometimes I am a creator. But I can only use what was already here. That includes my body and mind. This computer. Walking around on this Earth I didn’t make. Breathing this air I had no hand in creating.
I had a friend once. My absolute best friend. We became friends in high school. I still think about him from time to time. He wasn’t long for this world. Decided to party one last time. They found him on the kitchen floor from a drug overdose. He injected cocaine and who knows what else into his veins. I found out after the fact.
I have this feeling, or maybe it’s a hope, a longing that as I pass on, Jason will be there to greet me as we travel upwards we catch up on old times. If he pulls me down I already know who to call on.
Have you ever tried to meditate?
I hear all this garbage about quieting your mind. Listening to your breathing. Being more Zen than a thousand Buddhist monks. But I can’t do it.
Not that way.
I meditate on things like this nowadays.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of his labor which he taketh under the sun?
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth forever.
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.
The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuts.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
- Ecclesiastes 3
The inner world truly changes the outer world. “Be the Change” they say.
Those of you who know my former work would see me write criticisms of many things as though THE NOTICING and the FINGER POINTING was something akin to a virtue. A wiping of the hands as I walk off knowing “my work here is done”.
Let’s take an inventory.
What was accomplished?
Globalists still in control? - Check
Chemicals still dumped in the sea? - Check
War? - Check
Psyops still being deployed against us? - Check
Don’t get me wrong. It was fun. But tactics change. Wrapping up in your Trump blanket or throwing on your RFK, Jr slippers for warmth is not giving us the desired results, is it?
What then, will be our tactics?
Or maybe not quite a rennaissance…
but a resonance.
Maybe instead of going INTO battle.
The answer is helping to pull others OUT OF battle.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m still posting the memes and I hope you’re still sharing them.
But on the daily. Realize the flash bang you throw today in the face of the trannies, the liberals, the infidels, only writes their manifestos of tomorrow.
Free will is a two edged sword.
There is a void that if ventured into disolves the rigid plank of reality some of our fellow humans are standing on.
I have this vision of Gandhi starving for the cause, changing the world.
And as he is there looking at crowd gathered to join the cause.
He lusts for the attention as it fills his empty tummy.
- Ratio
PS: We are lucky to find out who we really are. It’s never to late to start that journey.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men, yet they cannot fathom the work that God has done from beginning to end. - Ecclesiastes 3:11
This is not for snarl kittens, such as I. It’s for foxverines or wolvergrizzlies or buntigers. Touché