Have you ever noticed how confident we feel when we live in agreement, even when the agreement is false? It’s easy to see in other cultures, right? The ones we consider barbaric or undemocratic. But it’s much harder to see at home, within ourselves, mainly because we’re so focused out there.
A pack of liars in agreement easily convince themselves they are telling Truth through solidarity. What is solidarity, then? Isn’t it a bastardized version of oneness? Instead of oneness transcending and including separation, solidarity is separate people coming together through agreement.
Thought loves more thought. Groupthink is the perfect accomplishment of thought because it feels like we’re giving in or giving over to something higher: a higher purpose, higher ideal, higher law, whatever it is. But we are coalescing around an idea someone created in the first place. The origin falls from no greater height than thought.
Truth has no solidarity. Truth is not an agreement, an idea, or an ideal. You don’t speak Truth, Truth speaks you. And you, as thought comprehending this and wanting to act, may try to have Truth speak you by delivering quasi-poetic stream of consciousness speeches, the blathering of the unconscious. More thought.
What to do, what to do.
Likely, try to get people to listen. And then feel powerful because you’re heard, but feel guilty for feeling powerful because of the vanity involved. None of this feels right and if you don’t sit with it, if you act on it… well… you know… you act.
And now you’re acting. And now you have an audience. And if you are convincing you will have solidarity. But you as actor must know that you’re a fraud because you have to consciously, willfully block it out to carry on. Your audience peels away to a core flock composed of unconscious frauds who are so frightened to be that they will give themselves over to the nearest speaker who “makes sense.”
Makers of sense. Think about that. Think about any person making sense in a world we are all born into where we don’t know anything. How does a person make sense of light while groping in the dark without making up concepts about it? And then claiming to see that light? And then a voice in the crowd shouts, “I see it, too!” And then they all do. A nation is born.
But you won’t be acting for long, for in the crowd of the unconscious hide the conscious. The driven. The cunning. And they will gain your trust, gain their power, and stab you in the back or otherwise supplant you eventually, for there is nothing solid in solidarity except the machinations of a self-sustaining mind that must block out Truth-as-self awareness to exist. Such a mind, the mind you said you transcended, will consume you and move on.
Thought loves more thought
All the universe is thought
You are the universe
Bang big, baby