Poetic and Beautiful Reflections of Mindfulness, or Senseless, Insane Displays of Mindlessness??

1) A 63 year old man dresses up in suit and tie, conceals a butcher knife inside a briefcase, stands in the doorway of a building on a busy pedestrian street close to a school in broad daylight at 2:00 PM on a school day, and resolves to fatally disembowel the first small child, under age 10, he sees walk past him on the sidewalk. And so he does.

2) A 32 year old woman loads two Glock 17L 9MM handguns with 33 round extended capacity clips, conceals them inside of a large purse, boards a subway train at 9AM, sets her Casio watch to alarm mode for 12:00 Noon, and rides aimlessly for three hours, resolving to extract both guns and open fire, trying to shoot dead as many people as possible who are inside the subway car she is on, beginning exactly when her watch alarm goes off. And so she does.

I find poetic and beautiful reflections of mindfulness within these imagined acts. I find them harmonious and both internally and externally enlightening of the human condition.

The vast majority of you humans have a polar opposite reaction. You judge such events to be random, mindless, unfathomable, impossible to justify or to rationally explain, failures of the human mind.

But you are dead wrong.

I love, admire, and appreciate the absolutely random (meaning impossible for any outside force to anticipate or to predict), yet pre-planned, dynamic explosions of outlaw violence, most of all. I value them within internal True Reality, as well as completely detached psychological and philosophical illuminations of the horrors and injustices maliciously imposed upon each of us, throughout our imagined existence.

Whether we consciously face up to this Forbidden Truth or not, each of us faces the terror of eternal erasure of our Self-universe, at any and every singular moment in time. Nobody is ever safe.

It does not matter how young or old, how healthy or ill, how privileged or outcast we may be. It does not matter whether we dwell within a fortress in a most exclusive neighborhood, or a ghetto apartment building filled with crack and opiate addicts. Every singular moment we face the danger of attack, harm, injury, death.

Each of us is terrorized and traumatized from birth, throughout our lives, and ordered to conceal this Forbidden Truth from others, and from our own conscious minds. Each of us is commanded to assemble and to wear an Acting Mask always and whenever we interact with other humans. Put on a show, pretend everything was, is, and will be okay. Impress the others with how happy you are, with what a “good life” you have made for yourself.

I despise your eternal charade! The False Face you put on for others, is only a little less disgusting than the False Face you always wear for yourself, only letting it down when you feel safe, beating your children, bullying your employees, terrorizing your sexual partners.

I respect the sacred right of all rage reflection, but I do not personally value such selective, intimate, emotionally enmeshed violence. It conceals Truth, just as much as it exposes Truth.

Contrast this type of closed-circle violence, with absolutely random, public arena explosions of rage, targeting complete strangers, impossible to predict in advance. The more random and unpredictable, the more “overkill” involved, the better. Here you see Forbidden Truth exposed and honored, even if the perpetrator lacks conscious awareness of it, as it usually the case.

Nobody is safe. Nobody deserves to ever feel safe, because I was never safe, and never will be safe.

Terror deserves to permanently dwell within every human mind, for the collective crime humanity is guilty of: Terrorizing every child and every adult, all of the time.

I value Truth exposure, the mask dropped, the illusion shattered, and the more random, unexpected, dynamic, unique, and bloody the exposure presents as, the more poetic and beautifully mindful it is.

The reflection of personal and of universal terror, constantly experienced, constantly concealed and cloaked within the Self-universe, incubating and growing and evolving within the secret and sacred space of mind, often unknown and not understood even by the incubator Himself, taking physical form via a unique plot and plan, unfathomable to the outsiders, but in perfect harmony with the subconscious Self-mind, and in perfect harmony with the reality of all human experience, of all humans, a reality they can and will never face up to.

And then: Boom!!! It happens. And still nobody gets it. Nobody understands. Nobody sees, the perfect, the accurate, the honest, the courageous, reflection. But there it is. Look closely, look better, open your mind…., can’t you see it? The equilibrium shattered, yet at the same time restored, and the Forbidden Truths are exposed in all their glory!

The Forbidden Truths of universal victimization, universal injustice, death, the Acting Mask, the constant terror of everyday life that nobody is able to look at and to know.

For just a few minutes, it’s all there, out in the open, waiting for somebody to see it all. And I do see it. Yes I do. Can’t you see how beautiful it is? Things precious and unique of consciousness, things constantly hidden, denied, rejected, condemned, gagged, suddenly and dynamically thrust into the light of exposed Truth!

See the beauty of this Truth, and of the singular Truth-teller!

He has pried open the mind cage, walk through, thank Him, and smile!

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