I’m about to speak without anything to say

And you know what? I’ve decided that’s okay.

Isn’t that what all of mankind does anyway?

Babble babble babble, of nothing all day.

I cannot take it, I’m going to explode.

I can’t even find peace in my own abode.

It does not matter what they’re all showed —

The way that they live is limited to one mode.

They live without a mind,

Their hearts stuck in a bind.

Lives so clearly outlined,

Their souls they’ll never find.

Doomed to a life inconsequential;

Never realizing this body is a rental.

Live that way, you’re considered mental.

They don’t even realize I’m a homosexual…

I know I want to leave,

I know I want to go.

I want to wear my heart on my sleeve,

But in this world, it’s a no.

For so long, I’ve wanted to leave home,

To set my foot on the path and roam,

But I’ve been frozen here like a garden gnome;

I’m starting to develop syndrome Stockholm.

Just accept that they won’t agree.

Give up on those on the family tree.

So go, my wild son, be free —

Your life is yours to dream.

I bite the hand that feeds —

I drink from where it bleeds —

Forgive my heinous deeds —

I’m born a different breed.

I’ve been trying to play the game,

But my spirit is something I can’t seem to tame —

I can’t shake the feeling this world will know my name —

What will be the cause of my fame?

We’re all a slave to the black

Keep running running running the track

You say you’re done but days later you’re back

Without it life seems all out of whack

Keep the cogs turning no room for slack

See the truth you’ll have a panic attack

In this dystopia the odds against us stack

But it’s all worth it to buy your new Mac

Go on the web check out that girl’s rack

Anything that can serve to distract

You’re a slave to the system and that’s a fact

What can we do to break the contract?

Open your eyes and see it’s all an act

Don’t be imprisoned by our chains of tact

If you speak your truth you get attacked

Do it anyway, by me you’ll be backed

To tell you the truth, I just wanna die

Every day I get up and live another lie

I’m chained to the game and I don’t know why

My life is a series of sigh after sigh after sigh

It’s comforting to know that the end is nigh

Save the world? Why even try?

Faith in man? No, not I.

All I wanna do is go home to the sky —

I just want to spread my wings and fly —

To the fools I want to say, bye bye —

They don’t know I’m bi,

And they don’t know I’m not fully a guy,

Even though I am anything but sly —

I wanna go out in a dress, no tie.

I want it all destroyed —

Where’s my generation’s Pink Floyd?

But man must hope.

What else has he to cope?

Can’t you see?

All I’ll ever be,

Is a boy lost at sea.

That’s the real me.

And no matter how hard I plea,

the waves will never cease.

I’ve been trying to self actualize,

To leave this grave and arise,

To sever these ancient ties,

To claim life’s true prize,

But on me I feel their eyes —

They remind me of the life money buys —

But is it worth it if my soul dies?

They take me to their house and say, “Look at the size,”

But they cannot peel my eyes, they’re fixed on the skies —

Why is my heart something I cannot commoditize?

Perhaps one of the greatest examples of misinformation in spiritual communities online is that of the Loosh Farm analogy. What was intended as a beautiful metaphor, describing how finding Love (with a capital ‘L’) is the meaning and purpose of life, became a perverted source of fear-mongering making people think we are imprisoned on an alien ant farm against our wills. And that’s how it goes; on a much lesser scale, it is similar to how Christ’s teachings were perverted to justify hate and intolerance.

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What is tragic and so, so silly to me is that people will fully adopt this horrifying worldview without even considering to actually read the damn book by Robert Monroe that explains this in full, and from where this metaphor originated. If you are interested, read his trilogy on OBEs. And if you haven’t, you are not qualified to speak on the Loosh Farm analogy, and it would be irresponsible to assume you are. If you want to comment on the theory, then read the actual theory, and not what someone thinks the theory is!

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Anyway, I have a way to explain this whole thing that may assuage some of that terror and misinformation. I wrote this while on a walk, observing a bee pollinating a flower.

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On the “Loosh Farm” Analogy

The “Loosh farm” analogy is similar to how we eat bee’s honey.

We simply are who we are, do what humans do, and the spiritual Loosh that is produced is consumed by higher beings.

Bees do what they do, they’re not imprisoned nor trapped, matter of fact, they fulfill their purpose by making honey,

And we just consume the leftovers.

It’s about energy transference in ecosystems. Similar to how we need “lower forms of life” in order to survive, by eating plants or animals. Except, in this case? They do not eat us, they eat our byproduct, similar to how we drink the milk of a cow, the egg of a chicken, the honey of a bee.

And, similar to how a cow’s milk is it’s best when they’re treated well, and have all of their needs fulfilled, and are their happiest, Loosh is best produced, and actually only produced, when we are at our happiest.

Loosh is by definition our peak experience — so when we find the highest bliss of our hearts — Love — the Loosh is produced. Loosh literally is Love.

GASP, we are being forced against our wills to understand divine bliss AKA Love?! Give me a break!

This is a symbiotic relationship. When we fulfill our purpose, AKA discovering Love, just as bees fulfill their purpose with honey as a byproduct, Loosh is produced. We’re not doing it for the higher beings, we’re just doing it, which enables higher forms of life to find sustenance.

A bee isn’t imprisoned when making honey. They’re not being forced against their will. They’re fulfilling their biological imperatives. Similarly, we are not imprisoned for making Loosh. As a matter of fact, when you find the thing that liberates you most, or find true inner liberation and bliss, you produce the Loosh. So we are NOT “imprisoned in a Loosh farm” by the archons or aliens.

This is about ascension.

It is about the multiplicity of life. The fractal spiral.

The success of one form of life allows for the propagation of another higher form of life. How could humans survive without the food chain? Without the sustenance provided by forms of life we deem lower on that food web? If our energy sources suffer, we suffer. Their success allows for our success and propagation.

Similarly, the higher dimensional forms of life that we would deem higher, find sustenance on the byproducts of our existence. Higher and higher forms of life and energy allow for even higher forms of life and energy.

So, our success as a species allows for a higher form of life to be birthed and maintained.

Now, what is it that we produce that they would be able to find sustenance off of? What nutrients do we offer that becomes the foundation of their entire being?

Love.

The goal of our ascension is to elevate to the level of the beings I am discussing. Becoming a purely light being, a being born of love and light, consisting of love and light. Their existence is enabled by our producing of that love and light, similar to how our existence is enabled by the success of other species.

This is about the evolution of forms of life in the universe. Similar to how humans (purportedly) would have evolved from single-to-multi-celled organisms, to insect or fish or amphibian, to reptiles, to apes, finally to man, we then evolve to something entirely different.

Because we are so attached to our human forms, and not the universe as a whole, we naturally fear being used for such a process. We fear the idea that we are not at the top of the food chain.

And yet, the truth is, we are not the top of the food chain. We just cannot recognize;

A) the forms of life that are sustained by us, as we are sustained by other forms of life,

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B) that this is a detached, and even benevolent, process, just as lower, less intelligent forms of life enable our existence as higher, more intelligent forms of life. Without the sustenance of plants, animals, and other forms, our existence would not be possible. Similarly, without our existence, the sustenance of the higher forms of light and intelligence wouldn’t be possible. And this is for the greater good — the evolution of the universe — and we will evolve to those higher forms, just not in a way recognizable to us, as the energy transference to those higher levels transcend identity and death, just as the energy and atoms that are YOU were once an apple, an animal, sunlight, etc.

The loosh farm is about the fact that we are just one level of an evolutionary spiral, in which higher levels are not possible without the existence of the lower spirals. It is our natural spot on the food chain, just as we are sustained by less-intelligent forms. It is an entirely impersonal process. And yet the beings above us are so subtle and pure that they can entirely sustain themselves on the Love energy that we produce. Therefore, it is in even their best interest to awaken mankind to the existence of Love and light. It is entirely symbiotic. Your enlightenment and awakening, your experience of divine Love, is the purpose of this process. Your peak experience fulfills this, and allows for Loosh production, just as bees making honey and fulfilling their biological imperatives allow for us to consume that byproduct.

I am like a newborn elder;

The eldest newborn, the newest elder,

old as I am young, young as I am old;

I am as dark as I am light,

light as I am dark;

Angrily silent,

with peaceful shouts ;

Bitterly soothing,

I am soothingly bitter;

My desire to destroy,

only matched by my desire to create.

I am a motherly torturer!

I am both mothered, and tortured!

I shalt bring you to life through the power of paradox,

only after the paradox kills you!

Torturer, and tortured;

Motherer, mothered;

I feast on your shadows, and I shit out Gold.

I feast on your gold, and shit out Shadows.

I do not know how I could be any more clear:

My clarity lies in ambiguity!

My ambiguity, in clarity!

Nothing more confusing than truth.

Nothing more true than confusion.

I speak, and yet I say nothing —

My silence, deafening —

I shall show you Heaven past the gates of Hell,

and Hell, through Heaven’s gates.

After all, what is Hell, but separation,

and separation, but an illusion?

What is illusion, but an aspect of Truth,

and Truth, but the sum total of all illusions?

I can teach you to see with blind eyes,

and taste, with a severed tongue;

I cannot teach you the unteachable;

only unteach, the teachable;

I will be the solvent in which you dissolve;

I will be the coffin, in which you are layed to rest;

I will be that which kills you,

not that which resurrects;

but I will certainly be the potion of your revival,

and not that of your death;

I am both.

Neither.

One or the other.

It is a myth that they do not experience pleasure —

The only difference is the purity of the pleasure.

Ascetics give up, in essence, fleeting pleasure, for eternal pleasure. Pleasure born of matter, which in itself is temporary, bound by death, for pleasure born of light, bound by nothing and eternal. Life itself —

God is Joy — God is Eternal Bliss — God is eternal Love and Life —

The only thing that drives the hedonists as we know them to the endless pursuit of carnal pleasure is the lack of this, of God.

We are all born with a cup — the hedonists, who, for our intents and purposes, are all of mankind, fill their cup with an acidic solution that makes the cups porous —

But the healing happens when we allow the cup to empty without seeking to refill it.

Oh, how it aches! It’s nearly unbearable! Am I dying? It feels like it!

But if we hold — if I hold — on, if I can wait for my cup to regenerate and become a suiting container, if I can make it a worthy vessel for His living water,

I may never thirst again — I may free myself from this cycle that is life and death, of filling and emptying… if I may resist this compulsion, if I may allow the compulsion to be, if I may be the Self that is beyond the dualistic experience of cycles, and instead become One, become Whole, I will be free.

If I may die to this self , then I may live as the Self.

Nobody can know the One without some degree of asceticism, or at least true mastery and full, actual conscious control of the sensory self, as he who is a slave of the world of opposites is bound by the world of opposites, and thus does not know the Oneness, that consecration of the polarities of dualistic experience (specifically in this case pain and pleasure), which is synonymous with God.

How can anyone know the One if they have not transcended the world of Twos?

Our job here is to be like the Moon —

To become so whitely pure that we may perfectly reflect, embody, and hold God’s light.

In doing this, we become a source of light for others in the dark night that is this world. We become living proof of the eternal light, like the Moon who reminds us that the Sun’s light still exists even if we can’t see it with our physical eyes —

In being like the Moon, no matter how dark the night is, we are proof that day will come and that the light does indeed exist no matter how dark things seem.

The Moon also teaches us to continue reflecting and embodying the light of the true King, regardless of the impact of physical incarnation. She dons her craters as a reminder that, no matter what this universe threw at her, she continued faithfully on her path — she continues to embody the light, and her scars are part of the beauty of her sacrifice.

In this way, the mother is the Savior aspect of God who comes into physical incarnation for us. She sacrifices herself and enters a body, enduring the pain of physical incarnation for us, protecting us from the unforgiving stones hurled by the merciless void, faithfully being the perfect, pure bride of the source that we may one day emulate.

Our job on this planet is to become perfect mirrors, to wipe clean our mirrors of impurities and smudges, to increase our ability to reflect and hold light —

When we make our mirror squeaky clean, we become more perfect receptacles for the light of God’s life-giving understanding —

Then we enter cycles where we reflect and embody that light for others like the full moon — we are not the source, we merely perfectly embody it that we may remind others of its existence and lead others to it despite the darkness —

Then we withdraw and enter periods of emptiness and conference with the divine, like the yogic breathless state, withdrawing our light from this world, appearing dead or gone, or in introspection, our focus being hidden,

Then we come back once again to share with the world our merely reflected light in what appears as a never-ending cycle.

This all is why purity is of utmost importance on the spiritual path. An impure mirror blurs, distorts, obscures, and/or entirely swallows light. But in becoming perfect mirrors of the light, we are enlightened.

We are not the source; we embody the source. Humility is not merely a pretty virtue; it is truth. The Moon knows the light is not her own; she is only a perfect, holy mirror of that light, shining it for us in the dark.

Our gurus, saviors, and prophets are the Full Moons that come during our dark nights as pure reflections of the Father, their shine determined by the purity of their mirror.

Christ being born on Christmas, the coldest and darkest time of the year, symbolizes how in our darkest hour, hope is born.

This symbolizes the importance of the alchemical nigredo, and dark night of the soul, in the production of the Stone/in spiritual awakening.

A lucid dreamer.

The magician is he who defies what is thought to be impossible in his inner dream; thus, his outer world reflects that.

To master the inner world is to master the outer world.

The unawakened identify with the dreamed form; the awakened identify with the mutable substance that condenses into dreamed forms. The alchemists and magicians can transmute that substance at will — and thus, transmute the dreamed forms at will.

The clouds are that mutable substance — the rain is it manifesting — the fire purifies that substance back to its original form, heating, refining, and transpiring it back into the clouds.

This is why the masters balance water and fire.