Letter to the “Woke”

To: The “Woke” 😃

From: The UnWoke. 😑

(No Mockery)

The truest of the woke, indeed, are well aware that such things need not be forced, boasted, or coerced, or overly advertised.

Despite moments of clarity, epiphanies, and better understanding, nobody is or will ever be totally “woke.”

No from birth to death, life in its entirety is nothing but an awakening. Some moments are greater than others, yet “nothing” (if such a thing exists) can truly be fully understood, in our short time.

As vast as the expanse is, knowledge is an infinite resource that we can only mine so much in this life.

Anybody pandering or overly force feeding anything they declare to be woke, is proof in itself that they are not fully there and still sleepy in that area. That’s okay. That part of their “woking” is in refinement and development, it’s being worked on. They are learning and coming to a better understanding of said. Despite aggression, their hearts desire is to teach and be understood, by way of what they are currently learning. Yet not fully “learnt”

Everyone is very much on/in their very own personal point of the grand journey, and need not be force fed anything. As force feeding only leads to vomiting. Why would you induce vomiting when you wish for others to ingest, and digest. 🙃

Much like the beloved cinematic adventure “The Matrix”

Neo and friends did not run around yelling at people and shaking them screaming “YOUR A BATTERY!” “Your in the matrix!” “SLEEPY FACE POOP HEAD!”

No they had a mission to protect and aid Zion and figure out how to bring it ALL down, to then in hopes awake everyone else.

When Mr. Neo awoke, reality was a cold dark place, on a steel ship with some shitty protein oatmeal goo. Big time bummer. BUT! It was real! Authentic. It was worth fighting for. (?)

In that not so attractive world there was a light. The city of Zion, folk coming together in the drudgery assisting each other and fighting tooth and oatmeal to end the machines dark twisted reality, the fantasy, rein.

Despite society, with our technological advancements, and seemingly getting closer to such a reality. Alas we have not yet crossed that bridge.

No the truest of the “matrix” is within the self. The Ego. Hubris. Hubris-Ego. Hubrego.

We are enslaved and made batteries by ourselves. By our hubrego. Unfortunately we will never be rid of hubrego in this life, but we can and are able to keep it in check. By way of humility.

Humility- the shittiest temporary, yet the best outcome.

Life is nothing but an awaking. From stem to stern, tit allllllllllll the way to tat. Tahtah.

Going backwards and into the past, is for reference by way of mind and heart, your library if you will. Do’s and Dont’s thus far. You yourself do not want to go backwards in your journey. NO! Never! If the light is at the end of the tunnel why would you turn back to the dark? Easy Hubrego wants you in the dark.

Hubrego hates the light, like a soul sucking vampire, it’s turns to ash in the light.

It knows of the light by way of site from the dark, but it does not fully understand it as it simply cannot dwell in it.

Everyone is on their own path of light, if you will, for its what we are crafted from. We literally sleep at night and are “woke” in the day, we see by it, we feel it’s warmth, all our paradise imagery is sunny beaches and warm blue water. we are literally creatures of light.

On our journeys, we start by following candles then torches and then campfires. If the sun is the goal, it can be dangerous to terry to long by the warmth of the campfire, for we run the risk of falling back asleep. It’s temporary warmth and comfort is soothing and it’s easy to doze off.

Yet when you awake again, it’s burnt out and you are in the dark once more, cold and uncomfortable.

This is a gift, it’s your time to find the next light the bigger better light pointing you in the direction of the sun, and those bitchin’ beaches.

Suppose it’s definitely better to go from light source to light source, instead of having to go dark, but the sleepy dark times do happen, and the contrast of such can lead to a much greater appreciation of the next warmth. The next light.

Lesson learning.

Rabbit trail.

Bunny path.

Hare air.

We are all awakening and simultaneously so sleepy and asleep in our own personal various ways and degrees and neither either should ever rebuke the other, but challenge and assist with “lights” journey.

The more you know the more you realize how little you know.

~Humility, murderer of Hubrego.

Bless you all and don’t over eat or over force feed, both result in vomit.

#oatmealgoo