From the moment you came out of your mother’s womb, you were still connected to light, to God, to the universe, to everything. Where the mind couldn’t process, all of your senses were working overtime. Love filled your heart and curiosity consumed you.

Then it began. Life took hold, and with every breath, a new word, a new idea, and a new perception were thrusted into your mind. They weren’t your own, but you digested them as best you could. The teachers played their roles, parents followed what they were taught, the radios buzzed with noise, and televisions blasted you with imagery to fill your databank.

Before long, you were doing as told, obeying the rules, staying on everyone else’s schedule, and studying what you were told to learn. By the time you began forming deep thoughts of your own, you had been stripped of your senses, primarily your sixth sense. That connection experienced as a baby was a distant memory. You were now part of the system, the indoctrination, the inevitable sleight of hand, being groomed by those who weren’t the wiser.

One day, your mind was swirling with endless ideas about the world, and you dared to discuss it in school, or maybe at home. But you were quickly brushed off because these very ideas did not align with what others had been taught and instructed to teach. How could they respond or discuss that which they themselves could not comprehend or even begin to entertain? So, you stuffed it away and became more disconnected.

Perhaps you lived through the hippie era, only to find that this free-spirited vibe was being stomped out by those who wanted to keep these secrets sacred and to themselves? They created the legend of drugs and freeloaders to remove the shine from the free spirits trying to promote peace and find their way back to the lost connection. Not that drugs weren’t used of course. Or maybe you were making your way through the “new age” movement, such as they liked to call it. Their way of assigning labels, to box up everyone as crackerjacks, and once again shun spirituality and the deeper connection. They even groomed and constructed gurus, so with each movement, more followers could be deemed as crackerjacks.

The Yogis had their calling as well. Yoga studios were popping up on every corner and people were buying up packaged classes faster than they could hire instructors. Soon, it too became the talk of “ultra-spiritual” people going overboard with their spirituality, thinking they were all “Zen,” just to discount another movement. The crystal bowl meditations quickly made their rounds, and off to tinfoil hats again. Always trying to stomp out the bliss.

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