Les Visible Demo: The Age of the Rage of the Iridescent Peacock Ego.

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Seems like it is the age of the rage of the individual ego. There are a couple of motivators for this and we've already had 'the me generation', which was followed by the 'even more me generation' and most recently we had the, 'it came from beneath the valley of the me generation'. So maybe this is actually the, 'return to the valley of the me generation'. That's neither here nor there, well... actually it's there and we're here and my reasoning, such as it is and imperfect as it is, is that, of course, Materialism is the first cause, because Materialism is that hot environment that inflames the ego, bringing it to the 'tinder dry' state. You throw in the press of near 7 billion souls all agitating for survival and a sense of self in the dense and cluttered press of all those bodies and plastic identities in search of a net worth persona and then... you factor in that this is the digital information age... toss in all that social networking and endless evolution of devices to that end and you got hundreds of millions of horny thumbs going at it like randy goats in search of high performance numbers and recognition points and you got what we now got in surround sound and panorama view. Ahrooooooooooo!

The most unfortunate aspect of this situation is the nature of the self that the theater of Materialism demands from the players. Even if you were initially of a spiritual inclination, the requirements for presentation have a tendency to distort and pervert original intent; should the original intent have been authentic which, most of the time, it ain't... your chances, short of sincere Bhakti and perpetual surrender to the point where it is acknowledged... are not good. You got to put on some kind of outfit, whether it be ocher, other colored robes, or a white suit like you were the Tom Wolfe of the evangelical lecture circuit... with dreams of a Las Vegas invite to the international convention of snake oil professionals. You can enthral the crowd with your version of A Curse of Miracles and maybe not even have to be sexually aberrant or commit suicide as a denouement. Then again, you may have already dropped by one of those CIA Starbuck type franchises, where they hand out plagiarized systems of condensed and simplified philosophies that are tailor made for that growth industry that caters to whatever permutation of 'ME' phase we are passing through at the moment. If that's the case then maybe you are now all dressed up with somewhere to go.

Yeah... that's the hard part about it all. You want to get your message out there and the only way the people, who control the flow of the crowds coming and going, are going to facilitate your dreams is if you agree to be a dancing chicken. If you've ever been to a carnival where they have a dancing chicken then you know the way they get that chicken to dance is to turn up the heat on the griddle that they put the chicken on. I'm guessing that the chicken stays on the griddle before hand, due to some amount of feed being scattered on it. In your case, the feed is customized to your tastes. I'm guessing they don't use popping corn... then again.

However, it has always been the style of those not captivated by style, but aware of the nature of true style, to stay under the 'commercial radar' and do the job they got given to them, without thought of publicity or reward since these jobs come with their own reward and generally include some of those, 'past all imagining' perks. Of course, you might not see much of that until you get off the proving ground, which is a little longer than those with thoughts only of publicity and reward want to wait and... that might be why it is set up that way.

Some things are hard to find on purpose. Some things are very easy to find on purpose. Yeah, the whole shooting match is rigged and it's rigged top to bottom and it's rigged similar but... in very different ways at the bottom from the top and those who venture in either fashion discover this because at a certain point you discover what you lost or you discover what you had the good sense to avoid. You don't discover either until the point of commitment which, in both cases, you might not be aware of just when that happened. As it goes... a great deal happens to us on the way, the significance of which we often don't get and that is because we adjudge bad events as bad events and do not understand that they might have been good events and even moments of salvation from much worse events further up or down the road.

Though most of us are aware that we live in a relative universe where, based solely on our particular tastes, gets segmented into good and bad items, conditions, states and circumstances that would be seen differently by different eyes, hooked up to a processing system that is programmed to like this but not that and which is why we all live in a world of our own creation... literally. Most of us here probably know that too, however, we know it intellectually and not viscerally. This is one of the most powerful fruits of psychedelic voyaging that one, on occasion, can experience in an automatic visceral manner. I'm not suggesting or recommending that anyone take that course, as I have, because not everyone has the dispensation or the gene for that. Some do though. Some do.

I've crossed some amusing scams here, via tales told by those suckered into them or who knew about them. One of them is a ten day colonic cleanse for 3000 dollars. Yeah! That's what I'm talking about. Two friends were on the beach out Kalapana Way a couple of weeks ago, when a lady approached them and introduced herself. She had one of those names but I can't remember it right now. She was long and sinuous and had on one of those cotton wraps around her waist and some very strange eyes. As I remember, they said they were violet or somesuch and which I figure were contact lenses and she undulated over to them and sat down and told them about this Tantric seminar happening over at Kalani (or something like that) which is this big spread owned by some gay guys (simply given the information as given to me) and which features things like 'ecstatic dance' (no talking on the dance floor) and various other similar affairs and- oh right- she wasn't wearing a top. My friends, being guys, were fair impressed with her. I'm less inclined that way because when I see something like that, I smell trouble in a big way. This is probably cause I got a modicum of good sense when it comes to femme fatales, having probably been down that road before, or... managed to see sections of the highway from some other road that had a good perspective down on it.

In this age of the rage of the iridescent peacock ego, you generally have to make some amount of noise to get heard and that's only going to be continuing if you got something more than noise to follow up with. That would mean something that appeals to some appetite or attractive or... the promise of being able to fix something that's gone wrong. You don't have to be able to fix it. You just have to sound like you can and be on the evening bus out once the truth dawns on whoever got that dose of Tinker Belle dust, which does wear off soon enough.

There is a big pull that gets exerted by that ego force and the chance that whatever it is might work, is a compelling thing. It's intoxicating to get to prance around on the big stage and the big stage can be found in most cities in the world. These aren't the biggest stages, which would probably be found on electric media but... the chance to BE SOMEBODY, oh my! These days people are so fascinated by the possibilities of that opportunity that they spend little time at all putting together a convincing and professional act and... from what I can see, that is no longer a requirement. Reality TV has shown us that. These days you can get an official looking piece of paper after only a couple of weekends and a four day retreat and you can go on the road, with all the other thousands and thousands and wave your hands over people's bodies and make unusual sounds followed by 'ka-ching! Ka-ching! And what could be better than that?

Fact is that the ego has a short shelf life but it looks longer on the instant gratification circuit. It's also limited as far as environments go and it is certainly limited in terms of rewards by comparison with what is not only possible but certain for those working in other areas of employment that are not the same areas of employment that one sees advertised as such. Of course, for many, coin of the realm is their only objective and the only reason that anyone demurs, among those few who opt for otherwise, is that there are other realms, oh yes indeedy.

Anything you want to accomplish and anywhere you want to go, can be achieved if one is committed to it to the degree that it occupies their thoughts and energies more than anything else. That is all it takes, no matter what it is. It's simple and if it happens to seem complex, that means that lies are involved at some level of the process.

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