It’s A Piece A Shit, Walk Away
I start with a broad question. Kenyans can we tell what is eating us up? What keeps us weighed so law in almost everything? Our “weights” that hold us down are the emotional gung in our subconscious, our programmed sense of self and reality, and the endless mind-numbing claptrap that assaults our eyes and ears via the Western and US media, the Western education (indoctrination) systems, our politically sick politicians, our suppressive economists, and all the other mind doctors selling us their view of what our reality should be- who is cut for PM, which tribe does this and that against this and that. These are the influences that create the light at the bottom of the bottle, hypnotizing us and keeping us in ignorance of our true destiny.
I remember listening to a tape of the late Bill Hicks, the American comedian. He was talking about a film called Basic Instinct. His summary of the film: “Piece of shit”. However, great debate ensued about the picture. Was it too this or too that? Much of this “debate” Was hyped to promote the movie and Bill Hicks offered the following advice: It’s a piece a shit, walk away.
If we Kenyans did that more often, we would not waste our energy day after day on irrelevant political debates and stupid arguments over the so-called “issues” that are only there to divert us from what really matters — our own evolution out of ignorance, and our own ability to love and be loved. But we get hooked in by manufactured debates and diversions. We see irrelevant events and statements from our Kenyan leaders as vitally important, instead of walking away and seeing them for what they are: irrelevant diversions.
Kenyans when shall you grow up? It’s fascinating to observe, as your mind expands and the cell door creaks open, how the issues and concerns that occupy our minds, screw us up, and give us a bad sense of self, simply don’t matter.
We are just conditioned to think they matter and so we expend our energies and wind up our emotions worrying about things that others program us to believe are important. Who is our man in state house? who is the PM? Who is our MP? Who owns this or that? Who sleeps with who? Are we too fat? Are we too thin? Are we too tall? Are we too small? Are our breasts big enough? Are our willies big enough? Are we losing the hair on our heads? Do we have too much hair on our bodies? Are we wearing the latest uniform (sorry fashion) that someone we have never met has decided is “in”?
We are deluged by advertisers and the television “programmers” funded by advertisers which tell us how we should be, look, and feel. You’ve got a wrinkle on your face? Oh, my dear, your life is over. It’s the end of the road. Unless, that is, you buy this super-duper face oil named after somewhere that sounds exotic. It will save your life. Hey, look at this curvy, sun—tanned, blonde we paid vast sums to show her burn on a beach. Buy our oil and that could be you. (Author leaves word processor in order to vomit.) Our good traditions are dead and buried. Kenyans want to be actors in other people’s scripts.
The West knows best and has the most honest leaders, we say.
So, a Western representative Koffi Annan is sent to mediate to end a problem intentionally created by our own Hollywood-like politicians.
Almost all Kenyans are as confused and looking for a way out, wherever they are in the so-called developed Diasporas. To me the West and US, as is Hollywood is the home of self and mass delusion; in Hollywood there are more facelifts and hair transplants per square mile than probably anywhere else on the planet. It is no wonder. The Hollywood mentality is the ultimate illusion and it is obsessed with the physical senses. Its industry, its very reason for being, is based on illusion, with false backdrops, false sunlight, and plastic.
As did Kibaki and Raila during the coalition talks putting on artificial emotions, both are together today just as two actors who can’t stand each other come together for a warm caress. My darling, I love you (cut!)… you asshole. To me, Hollywood is a wonder to observe it symbolizes magnificently the illusions that keep our minds enslaved. It sells to the mass psyche its version of history and of what is beautiful, successful, and important. This invariably relates to archetypal images of butch men with firm faces and plenty of hair (real or otherwise) and ideally shaped women straight out of wardrobe and make up. Some actors know all this isn’t real, but many forget to leave the illusions on the set. They live them and take on that celluloid world as their reality It is a world of fear, insincerity and insecurity: you were brilliant darling, what was I like? Oh Dorothy darling, I’m so glad you won the Oscar (lucky bitch). Their sense of self comes not from what they are, but from how they are perceived by those who control the illusion machine and by an audience conditioned by the illusion machine.
Kenyans you have lost it not only by practicing tribal politics and looting our economy. You are out there making yourselves look more like western robots in all of your looks and likes.
A few questions for those who buy this idea that there is somehow an ideal shape, height, weight, hairstyle, age or willy size. Who says? Who decided that? Did you decide that because it was your original thought or because that is what you have been conditioned to believe? The latter, almost certainly. What’s more if your friends and family have been conditioned to believe the same (and most of them have) you feel an even greater pressure to aspire to that manufactured image of physical perfection. I saw a documentary about Hollywood men in which this guy’s sex life had been destroyed by an operation that went wrong… an operation to fill his willy with fat from another part of his body to make it look bigger.
Uhhhhhh! I know, I know, my eyes are watering too. My God, what’s happened to us? What happened to our infinity of understanding, Oneness and self love? I think it bought a movie ticket.
Is it just me? I mean what does it matter if someone has a larger or smaller body than the “ideal”. Does it make them a bad person? No. Does it make them less intelligent? No. Does it make them less able to give and receive love? No. So what does it make them, then, what’s the big deal? It makes them different to the conditioned version of “normality”, that’s all. And what is this “norm”? Is it normal to be a suntanned blonde with a polished smile showing her bum to a camera?
I’ve just come back from town and I didn’t see one of them anywhere. I would have noticed, I’m sure. All I saw were people of different shapes, colors and sizes adding to the variety of life and experience. Not a bare bum or sun tan in sight.
Not only women are lost out there. Most men in Kenya don’t want to be seen as if they have lost hair and instead shave their heads clean to hide this reality. What’s this terror that Kenyan men have of losing their hair? Oh my life’s over, women won’t be attracted to me… save my hair, take it from my armpits, anywhere, Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! Let’s just go through this again: when you lose your hair does it make you a bad person? No. Does it make you less intelligent? No. Does it make you less able to give and receive love? No. What’s more, it doesn’t even make you different. Look around you, most men lose their hair. And get this: what would be our reaction if we lived on a planet in which the physical body had no hair on its head and suddenly it started to grow? Oh my life’s over, women won’t be attracted to me… remove my hair; stick it under my armpits, anywhere, Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! Exactly. It’s just conditioning, that’s all it is.
The irony of all this, and the knowledge that will end the manipulation of Kenyan’s emotions by the Western multibillion-dollar-hate-your-body industry, is that there is no need for all these potions and creams and willy surgeons. Our bodies are a reflection of our sense of self. They are a physical expression of our mind and emotions. You can see in the faces of people if they have been through extreme emotional pain. It is written in their features.
If we feel good about ourselves we will transmit the same energy to our bodies, if we feel unloved and unwanted, our bodies will manifest that, also. The same goes for aging. We don’t have to age as we do. We expect to age because that is our reality and so we age. Incidentally, returning to that Hollywood theme, those actors who fear losing their looks or their hair are far more likely to lose them. We attract to us what we most fear because overcoming fear is essential to our evolution. Relax. Whatever you are is OK. It’s your role in the movie at this moment. You are what you are and you can change what you are by changing what you think you are. That, too, applies to our bodies. It is just a temporary body – you are eternal mind and spirit. But if we get caught into the trap of accepting the manipulators version of what 15 normal and “sexy”, we will have a lifetime of diminished self worth if we don’t have a body that conforms to that.
Today as was yesterday thousands of Kenyans are lining up in US and Western Embassies and missions applying for visas to escape to those parts of the world they imagine happiness awaits they entry. What they later find out is usually a shocker – the great myth that happiness can be pursued.
Kenyans have long since joined the already duped world population out there duped into pursuing happiness with a bigger fridge, or the latest car, or a bigger house. “If I just had this or that,” they say “I’d be happy.” But when they get it, they’re still not happy. Most people go through their entire lives without being truly happy. Of course there may be moments when they feel blissful, but those moments are so fleeting. Their “happiness” is normally measured by levels of unhappiness. The harder you try to find happiness, the more elusive it becomes. The reason is simple: if you are in a constant state of pursuing happiness you can never be happy. You’re “now” experience is always the pursuing of happiness, never happiness itself. Your happiness is always in the future and not in your now. Its like sitting on one of those horses on the fairground rides. It doesn’t matter how fast the carousel is turning, you never get any closer to the horse in front. John Lennon once wrote that life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. In the same way, happiness is constantly passing us by because we are spending all our time pursuing it instead of “being” it. The only way to be happy is to be happy. That is a state of mind within your control whatever you are doing. It doesn’t require a new Ferrari or an extension to your dangly bits. Happiness is not a pursuing, it is a being. The harder you chase it, the further you push it away. It can be likened to chasing a butterfly. The more desperately you charge at it, the more it will elude you. But if you stop trying so hard, lie down on the grass and relax, there is a chance it will just come and land on your shoulder. A similar example is the swimmer trying to reach a ball in the water. The harder and more desperately he swims, the more he disturbs the water and the ball gets further and further away. If however, he is patient and relaxes, he will reach the ball using a lot less effort and emotion. We are called human beings and yet we have become human “doings”.
Why kill fellow Kenyans because of a piece of land? Why cause insecurity just because we want to be presidents of PMs? To be happy. We heads must be sick and our souls gone to town.
We are conditioned to chase everything, including, most significantly, happiness. This constant state of pursuit obscures the truth that life is a lot easier than we are conditioned to believe and does not require the enormous expenditure of physical and emotional energy that we observe every day living our lives as if someone had just shouted “fire”.
Another thing that hooks us in emotionally and seeps our energy for no good reason is the way we are offended by what others say or do. People are offended by different things because they are programmed by different Hassle-Free Zones (a religion, political “ism”, what we were told was “right and “wrong” by our parents). What offends one person won’t offend another because they will have been conditioned to be offended by different things.
Tell a Christian that Jesus was an asshole and they will be mortally offended. A Muslim will not. Tell the Muslim that Mohammed was an asshole and he’ll be offended, but not the Christian. It’s all in the mind. What happened to us? We do as we are told like fully paid up robots. There may be some people reading this article who have been offended by my use of the word shit. If you have, it might be worth asking yourself why you are offended. Shit is merely the one syllable sound which has been accepted to mean a substance we all produce and if we didn’t produce it we would eventually explode. Very messy. I use the word shit because the nature of the substance it describes is brilliantly symbolic of the propaganda we are pressured to accept as our reality on this planet. If anyone is offended by the word shit, it is not because I am being offensive because that is not my intention. It is because you have chosen to be offended. It is all taking place in your mind, not mine. Even if I was trying to be offensive, you still don’t have to take it on and be affected by it.