What If?Miguel Dean
What if down is really up and up is really down?
What if this obsession with happiness leads to sadness?
What if technology has nothing to do with giving us freedom and is really about keeping us monitored, subservient, entertained and distracted?
What if this freedom is slavery with invisible shackles?
What if the news hides from us that which we once knew?
What if the truth is hiding in plain sight?
What if some terrorists are really freedom fighters and soldiers are really paid assassins whose destruction leads to huge government contracts for their associates to get rich from, while rebuilding that which they destroyed?
What if schools really have nothing to do with learning and education but are really all about making us obedient and compliant and that the journey to freedom is unlearning that which was imposed upon us in our tender, absorbent, childlike state?
What if children are really our teachers to show us, remind us of what is important?
What if ‘to live outside the law you must be honest’ and to live within the law you must agree to give up your sovereignty and moral compass?
What if prisons are full of people who need help, kindness and compassion and are victims of a mental disease which is the result of an uncaring, cold, insane society?
What if the police are not here for our protection and safety but to protect those who play the music of the pied piper and lead us in our blind trance like dance, closer and closer towards the cliff edge?
What if mental hospitals hide and imprison people who see glimpses of truth and the insane wear suits and carry brief cases and get rewarded for their insanity with fat pay cheques and status and power?
What if medicine and pharmaceuticals have got little or nothing to do with health?
What if priests are really our jailers whose keys and locks keep us from the truth that we are all sparks of the divine; that we need no intermediary for we are already that which we seek?
What if religion has nothing to do with god?
What if what I have been taught that I am is that which I am not?
What if tenderness, vulnerability and self-care are not really weaknesses but are selfless acts of strength and courage?
What if I am losing my memory in order to re-member everything?
What if the lies in the darkness are finally being revealed in the light of truth?
What if the end they call death is really the beginning?
What if the veil of illusion is growing thinner?
‘What if non are more hopelessly enslaved than those who believe they they are free?’
What if you are awakening from a dream and while reading these words you feel a pang of resonance deep inside your being and you don’t fall back to sleep?
What if it is time to wake up?