Predator

Who is the biggest predator?

Civilised thought.

Every civilisation killed for its existence. Served legacy and rhetorics for power over food to build an army. Those they kill posses no voices, just their mourning echoes in the spiritual fabric of nature. Their manifestations challenge the intoxication of civilised thought. The predator posses only two. Two voices: good and bad. Monocultured thoughts only civilians can produce. Eating the fruits of the predator makes you become one too. While you notice nothing.

When the paths you follow are spiritual you leave that ignorance. You challenge what is served to you. Something grows inside, something that has no voice in civilised thought. It creates spaceships of calmness, moments of bliss, migration of moments become the realm of witnessing it. It nurtures the intoxication to heal, soothes the individuals monoculture to grow diverse as it shows you everything is connected, it’s all one. Awareness of that moment when realisation drops into the vast ocean of thought is key.

Without it there seems relieve to the modern civilian like Jesus does. But knowing without experience creates a space too. A void; an uninhabitable place. We seek that space as civilians. We build kingdoms. We birth. We kill each other. Its innate suffering embedded within the search for betterment. Consciously or subconsciously, once it’s done by civilised thought the repulsive nature to kill anything that has no voice yet spaceships to travel the vastness of spiritual realms.

We need to reflect on the collectiveness.
We need to take the standpoint of a hermit looking at it.
We need to realise that even the hermit is a predator.
We need to retreat.

Re-treat our collective selves but also in relationship with our own inherent nature.