Funny Place

 

The world is a funny place. The way, I think things should work, seems counterintuitive to how things actually, until one knows the underlying reality.

 

If one takes the Good Spirits seriously, and what they expect on one to do, and one does self-realize (a still rare undertaking, a loss for the world and all in it) as instructed, one after about 20 years of effort, should be recognizable by oneself and the community as an emerging or emerged great soul, a first hander, a living angel.

 

It would seem that one of the few, self-produced, moral, intellectual and spiritual giants of the current or any generation (superiority based on merit, not much on talent or intelligent, earned or developed superiority, the desired state of existence desirable, mandated for and achievable by all people) would be admired and popular by his family, neighbor and peers in that generation.

 

What typically occurs is just the opposite: he is scorned, reviled, misunderstood, shunned, character assassinated, discredited, low-rated, rejected and ignored. He is treated as a pariah, scum, a loser of no social rank, no social power, no social desirability, no popularity.

 

He might be accomplished, noble, kind, brilliant but this paragon is as popular as an outted serial killer. For a young, ambitious, social climber eager to gain rank, power, and popularity, to be seen praising, embracing, hanging with, or sympathizing with the great soul, he will immediately and permanently be branded and dismissed as a fellow weirdo and loser, with all chance of worldly and social advancement forever forfeited.

 

The social climber quickly senses that it is better to be selfish (a trait best and most practiced by the altruistic joiners) and cunning, and side with the in-crowd, the group-livers, the mediocre and dull, the non-individuators. The social climber, born flawed without self-esteem, without principles or courage, without the will to maverize, with a craving to take the easy path (to not individuate), and driven by an overwhelming desire to fit in, to be accepted to follow the crowd, to proclaim by his actions and allegiance that the group is all, and the individual is nothing, a pathetic, despicable, disadvantageous embarrassment to know. The social climber knows where his bread is buttered, and he makes the clever, the “right” choice, sells out, betrays the great soul, and joins the group in alienating and attacking the great soul.

 

The reality on earth is that most people follow the herd and disassociate with the great soul among them. Their subjective, false self-appraisal is that they are virtuous, normal, beautiful, and correct, and that the great soul is vicious, ugly, foolish, dumb, and deserving of all the injustice that the community heaps upon him.

 

The objective truth is that he is a person of accomplishment, nobility, and beauty (perhaps not physical beauty), and they are homely (not in the physical sense), rotten, nasty failures in the eyes of the Good Spirits.

 

Our reigning social truth is not the objective truth of the Good Spirits. This worldly, social consciousness of mass self-deception, holding for tens of thousands of years, wherever more than three people have gathered together, this is why the world is a funny place.

 

It is also an empirical proof that Good Spirits and Evil Spirits exist and are fighting for control in our world, and we all have skin in the game.