THE 🐀 RACE
Written by Sage York
⏰ Either time is speeding up
or I can’t I keep up
My candle burns at both bloody ends,
and all I have time for
is scraping wax off the floor
What a hassle, what a bore
Haven’t changed my sheets in weeks
The laundry’s piled so high
it’s beyond the beyond,
top of the basket...and mounting
The grass is 7” high...and counting,
and my lawn mower,
lent to Frank the clown, across town,
was never returned
But what really burned,
is my girlfriend dumped me
cause I’m never around,
long enough for foreplay,
or any play...
plus, I forgot her birthday
Is it March or May?
Who knows, who cares,
I’ve given up caring about caring,
‘cause there’s only work, work and more work
And what I want most,
is not to work,
especially at work...where I work
as unemployment clerk,
listening to lies and excuses all day
by deadbeats who don't want to work
Can’t blame them..’cause I don’t want to work,
My weekend job helps pay my tax
but kills my body, can never relax,
dulling further my sleepy brain,
then all of sudden it’s Monday again
Back to the same ole’ grind,
work for a buck, lose your mind
What to do, what to do...what do I do?
If I quit both jobs
I’d be totally free,
free to have...a work free life,
free...of the time clock strife
Without a paycheck though
I might just starve on Ramen and beans
Now...I do like beans, especially black beans,
but I’d need gas too,
which requires cash, lots of cash,
requiring a job or two
Which is back to work..all over again
What a vicious, friggin, endless game,
spinning in circles in a loopy brain,
begging the question...am I going insane?
What to do, what to do...what should I do?
Ahh, I know what I’ll do
I’ll call in to work
feverish and tired
for six weeks straight
Get myself fired...thoroughly fired
pretending I’m ill, pretending I’m sick
Then collect unemployment,
‘cause I know all the tricks
Then I’ll have time,
time enough at last...finally at last
to care for myself...even fast,
with plenty of time...to sleep and rest,
stay in bed, not get dressed,
and do...what I do best,
not work 🏝
NOTE: The above poem is a somewhat fictitious, facetious flashback scenario of the work-a-day hamster wheel from years ago! Whew! Is it any wonder for many average laborers today (like it was for me) that there is no time for inner self exploration to re-discover innate purpose and one’s original Human template. For all waking time is eaten up by working for mere survival needs...to insure self and family stay alive, which is admirable of course, but the endless responsibility to make ends meet is a cage none the less.
So work, work, work! What a dead-end game of reward and punishment. A financial system orchestrated to keep the workers distracted, pitifully unhealthy, constantly spending wages on frivolous indoctrinated desires...and in debt up to their necks, hocking their children's children’s inheritance. All to keep a capitalistic infrastructure humming along. Work, work, work...buy, buy, buy! A patriarchal structure architected by a handful of greedy globalist who own the planet’s resources, control the money supply, and have all the guns. An unfair/unjust structure that lavishly benefits those very same megalomaniacs a thousand fold, while the masses compete for morsels under the thumb of a police state.
Unplugging from the ‘corrupt’ matrix is a courageous act. Full of risks and sacrifice, disengagements from societal norms, and allot of detachments from ‘the-shiny-whole-package-deal’...sold as the American dream. The proverbial carrot on a stick dream, out of reach and unobtainable by most. Consciously unplugging from what’s ‘not needed’ within that synthetic structure, to free up time and energy for the needs of the soul’s growth is a valid spiritual strategy IMO. The great work is on Ourselves! The great work ‘is’ Ourselves
We are creators, not slave workers. Unfortunately, many if not most, are trapped in ‘work’ that is a far cry from freedom of expressing one’s own unique creativity...one’s true blueprint ‘mission’. Work as it’s defined by modern society is all about the need to make a paycheck. Is it any surprise so many dislike or hate their monotonous jobs...and are slightly or wholly depressed. Then to take the edge off, seek out emotional escapes through mindless entertainment, drugs, alcohol, etc, etc...leading to addictive patterns and poor health. Not to mention the money spent on these self medications. Money which has to be obtained from the necessity of mandatory work. What a merry-go-round! With the gold ring already snatched up by the Rothchilds!
Making the same boring widget all day long in a factory must be torture for someone who is born to be a free-expression artist. Or someone whose inner passion sizzles to be a dancer...only to find themselves stationary, sitting in a chair, stuck in an cubicle with no windows; keeping ridiculous records of left-brain logistical transactions on every nickel spent, earned, traded, stolen and saved by every human on the planet. All for the monetary control system’s greedy benefit. What gets buried in the chaotic mundane shuffle of the work-a-day world is one’s innate creative passions, having nowhere to anchor...to manifest. What a waste of one’s dreams.
Thing is, the slave program is so damn deep most believe working-for-a-living is a ‘normal’ human requirement to be on the planet, and is readily taken for granite. Of course that’s how the game has been rigged, peddled by the slave masters...and has been in play for 1000’s of years. However, Earth is a planet of plenty, overflowing with a cornucopia of resources to insure all of Gaia’s children (human, animal, plant, etc.) have what is NEEDED...to not just survive but thrive! All other species, except humans, don’t punch time clocks...they just organically exist. We’re the one’s (mass consciousness) dancing on marionette strings to the tune of someone elses music. Sadly many of the things we do as our work, to obtain resources to live, are actually destroying life across the board on this green and blue gem we call home. What a dilemma! What a tragedy!
As embodied fractals of Source operating in a dense 3D reality as Creators we deserve the freedom/right to fulfill our fullest potential...supported by nurturing aware parents from the get-go, encouraged by a healthy society and assisted by a compassionate beneficent governing body. Our brilliance/creativity should not be stunted and stifled by an Orwellian school system...but fertilized very early on, by all arenas of life...honoring one’s true skills and talents, setting ablaze the body/soul to freely explore what it came here to do...to grow into it’s ultimate blueprint signature.
Of course what we’ve been born into is an engineered pay-to-live fear based reality designed to keep us less than whole, subdued, constantly in fear of not surviving...and afraid of a whole slew of other things. Fear, fear, fear! Breaking free of these shackles is the job of spiritual warriors. These ‘now’ times seem to be primed for the liberation of our soul’s blueprint as we re-remember our sovereignty.
Of course to get there requires emancipating ourselves from the prison cell of the conditioned mind, unhinging from all that is not authentically of essence, and clearly seeing through the propaganda smokescreen of historical lies...while actively refusing to participate in the dualistic program of disempowerment, as much as feasibly possible! Not an easy task, and for me it’s been a rather ‘alone’ experiment. But it seems the only way out of a distorted reality, that veils our authenticity, is aligning with a transcended one within/without...in natural flow with the Universal continuum of Life. Obviously what’s required as a prerequisite is upgrading one’s body/mind/spirit to match that frequency. ⭐️