Allowing Abundance


Now departing
Scare City ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ‘น

on a runaway train
bound for Abundance ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿชจ


Destination
unimportant ๐Ÿš†๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿš†

๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ“ Location nowยทhere


All roads lead to the source ๐ŸŽช

๐ŸŒ Every point is the center


To ensure we are not dragged back into the hopeful abyss of scarcity, we must tear out every hook,
snip every tether โœ‚๏ธ


The mindset of scarcity can and has been applied to just about every experience of the human condition. Not because it is useful, but because it generates fear, which is contagious to the unconscious ๐Ÿ™‰


Fear

the root of all illness,
the only true contagion ๐Ÿฆ 


Just as any disease
is a lack of ease,

sleep and courage
cure most maladies ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ’œ


Stories of scarcity follow each other like strands of wound wire.

We are an audience held captive by our compassion for the most fearful (and often the loudest) among us.


๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿ’ž Does our compassion
demand our complicity
in scarcity?๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š


To decide,
letโ€™s take a stroll

through the Boroughs
of Scare City ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ™๏ธ๐Ÿฒ


No matter who
is short on what,

itโ€™s all the same,
myopic, little town.


Time ๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธ


Time is running out. Thereโ€™s no time to waste. Life is too short to test molly. Hit the gas. Light it up! Tune in, turn on, drop out, maaan. Itโ€™s the end of the world as we know it, and I have Prime, so we can get same-day drone delivery of just about anything made of plastic in China dropped right in our top door. Nuke me another Totinoโ€™s chin pizza, yo.


โฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ“†โฒ๏ธ Is time scarce?

Or does it stretch
as our attention deepens?
And isnโ€™t it always now?


โฐ Chronos vs. Kairos โœจ Itโ€™s not a fair fight

Kairos has eternity to prepare.
But Chronos has all
the money in the world.


Money ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿž


What am I, made of money? Money doesnโ€™t grow on trees, you know. Why donโ€™t you get a bucket, and Iโ€™ll just turn on the money faucet so you can flush money down the toilet. Or better still, Iโ€™ll call the bank and let them know youโ€™re coming to clean the vault.


Is money scarce?

๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ Donโ€™t we make money out of trees?


๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ”ฎ Doesnโ€™t it come into being magically, albeit hand-in-hand with ever-greater debt?


Beauty ๐Ÿ’Ž๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ’Ž


Beauty is fleeting in the leaky eyes of the beholder. Thereโ€™s only so much coastline, and most of that is clams and crags. Meanwhile the lines in my face are filling in for the hair Iโ€™ve lost. Smoke โ€˜em if youโ€™ve got โ€˜em.


Is beauty scarce? ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘„

Does it fade never to return?
The elusive nature of beauty
is the essence of its appeal.


Love ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿซ€


Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Who knows if you will ever find love again? Eight billion people and only one soulmate. Plus, who could love me and the monster inside?


Is love scarce? ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’˜

Must we love carefully lest we run out?
Or is reckless love the heartโ€™s emission?


Land ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ


Property is theft, ainโ€™t that right Karl Marx? If all your Louis Vuitton arenโ€™t belong to us, then who are they belong to? Make no mistakes, the map is the territory. This Empire is precious and finite: a coveted, promised land of the means to make ends meet. This land is your land, this land is my land, and if we donโ€™t claim it and control it and defend it, we have nothing. Because we are nothing.


Is land scarce? ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ

Reducing the resources
of the planet to numbers
imposes finitude where
once was endless intricacy.


Water ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’ง


What is life but a fractal of water balloons full of bones and magic? Good โ€˜til the last drop, but after that weโ€™re fucked. Our polar stores of fresh water are melting fast, sea levels are rising to street level, and yet we canโ€™t afford to water our crops. Maybe we can use oil instead? Or make veggies out of plastic?


๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿ‰ Is water scarce?

Are we running out of clean water, or just dirtying the water?


๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ™† What proportion of Gaiaโ€™s water needs to be human-shaped for the planet to teem with bliss? ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆฆ


Our planet once was bone dry. Weโ€™ve gone from primordial ooze to pterodactyl to tundra rat to Tom Cruise, surviving several major extinction events, and now we are racing into a cataclysm of our own design. All these forms of life are water dancing in membranes within membranes. Now the Earth itself is the outer membrane, within which we share every drop.


๐Ÿค›๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿคœ Community


Where I grew up, there was absolutely nothing to do. By the time I was eight they had shut down the art and music programs. Play got defunded. Little did we know the conglomerates would franchise our needs and syndicate the culture that scripts our lives. Now we watch our dreams on YouTube. Back home they closed the factories in town and then the town became a factory of its own: for opioid addicts and meth heads. So here I am in the big city. Gotta find my tribe, you know?


๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿซ‚ Is community scarce?


In todayโ€™s globalizing surveillance state, the threat of ostracism from the default world looms whenever we openly reflect or earnestly dissent.

Please donโ€™t hose me.


In New-Newspeak we might say that stories of doublethink and doublespeak on ubiquitous telescreens cultivate widespread groupthink making us wary of conspiracy theories thoughtcrime which we crimestop through social media censorship filtering, face masking, self-silencing, and reprogramming with tribal ideology (Flat Earthers, Faucians, etc.) so as to stay on-brand with the zombie zeitgeist.


While the plutocrats of Web 2.0 entrench our online communities with moral and political moats of propaganda and profit-seeking policy, original thinkers and sovereign individuals are often ostracized and hung out to dry.
But the decentralization and democratization of Web3 are beginning to remind us that among 8 billion minds there are many kindred spirits.


Purpose


When you love what you do, youโ€™ll wonโ€™t work a day in your life. So if you can find that one true purpose, that grail sculpted by manifest destiny out of the burlwood of your soul, everything else will fall into place. Of course, youโ€™re gonna have to grind before you find it. Work ainโ€™t worth a damn if ainโ€™t hard. Get. back. on. that. ๐ŸŽ .


Is purpose scarce?

Obsessively searching for oneโ€™s raison dโ€™etre, itโ€™s easy to develop a case of snowflake syndrome.


But purpose is only evasive when we try to tie something grandiose to our humble meatbag manifestations. When we believe that the self stops at the skin, our purpose gets easily lost in the cruel vastness of a universe racing toward oblivion.


But when we expand the Self to include all beings and manifestations we attend and impact, our purpose resolves like a celestial clarion bell tolling from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. In Sanskrit we call it satchitananda . In English, we might call itโ€ฆ


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