Martin Luther King Jr. at the Controls by Donny Lee Duke
The three best ways to keep a lovin’ song down:
keep it under wraps;
tear it apart;
or get it morally censored.
What will happen to this song?
Change the world
in person.
Chronos’ fuckin’ with ‘im.
What do we do with inner process?
Figure it out?
It’s discrepancy,
and I’m tired of it.
I can’t see anything straight.
What do I do?
Move off campus.
You mean not listen to You?
Don’t dwell on thought.
Don’t just sit there and think.
Try something different.
Image real to yourself.
Play with your thoughts as reality in front of your face.
You’re lookin’ at the world
you’re lookin’ at your thought.
Try this at home.
Image reality to yourself
where people really get your goat
they know you so well.
Try not to open the door with thought.
Be a blank mind.
Stretch this
to infinity.
Don’t stop tryin’.
Your effort is your sadhana.
This is not success or fail.
This is do.
You savvy sweetheart?
I wil try.
As I was sayin’:
I don’t trust inner process
to tell me what to do
in that moment in life.
Otherwise make it happen
to change the world,
and you know it can.
Why resist?
That little boy,
this goes deep,
the relationship I’m having with him.
It’s complicated in poetry.
Our lives are in sync.
We share thoughts and boundaries.
Our inner lives are in sync.
We temple together.
There’s a line of his muse
in my poetry
when he didn’t see it in my poetry.
I hear this and celebrate
close ties,
eyes that join
in inner vision.
Is this too much for him?
He’s just a kid.
I’m glad you asked.
You’re the engineer.
The little boy spills all in front of you.
You teach him how to handle himself,
play poetry,
what his nature house.
I never gave him the thought.
It just occurred
when the Mother,
the Mother and Sri Aurobindo,
they took that boy by the hand.
He became Their disciple.
Would you believe a bolt of lightning hit him in the chest
standing before Their last darshan couch
Supermental Day last?
That’s how it started.
The opening came then.
I was there to facilitate it,
to open him to God.
I am his sadhana master,
and that’s the basis of our relationship.
There’s no monkeys in the house.
I don’t cancel him down.
She’s had the dog
in her parents' room,
when they abuse
where the line are.
When it’s my turn
to be his parental figure,
I’m very careful with those lines.
I know he’s angry
about getting slapped and beat,
threatened with death.
Ice cream
I buy for him every day
in my care.
We talked about that.
We called it moral-minded.
I thought you understood
you don’t raise a kid with rules.
You can,
if you want a kid bound by rules.
I’m the horse guy look at me.
Put it right in your phone,
desire coming up.
Don’t put a hold on it.
Be free and easy with it.
Don’t stay there.
What’ll I do with it?
Put it in the iTunes Store,
avoid that button.
Just sit with it clear and easy.
Don’t let it push you.
Don’t give in to it.
Don’t even tickle your fancy with it.
We don’t beat it.
We sit it out,
wait it out.
It’s not wrong it’s just there.
It’s a smelling salts for reality.
It’s unique to you,
why would you say that?
Everybody has to deal with this.
We regulate it
with a host of laws and penalties
as if they work.
We do not let it be an excuse
for behavior.
Freewill comes into play
we are told.
We disclose it to each other.
We are ashamed by it.
We have children,
we block this sight from our own view.
We don’t see it
in our hands as we wash them,
in our eyes
as we see them so fabulously naked.
It’s there,
and time will show it to you,
if you look.
We run with this?
We don’t eat kids.
They’re special.
They are in the room
when we see it
in ourselves,
when desire comes up.
Desire comes and goes.
It’s in everybody’s life.
It has to be handled.
It has to be seen,
seen real.
We don’t play with it
around our children,
if we can help it.
That leads to dead ends,
and children get spanked and smacked on
and get molested.
You know this is true.
Don’t let it entertain your monkey.
I’ve given other examples
the right way sex can be with kids
in “The Use of Animal Freedom”.
Hear that one,
where sex and kids meet wrong today.
To Rumble’s house
farther to go.
Tamil Nadu,
a door of a red handle,
punch out man.
Tamil Nadu,
stay away from the red door.
Don’t beat your children,
slap them,
punch them around.
They’re precious to you.
Do you hear them scream?
I think this is written all over your paper.
Children don’t have it easy with you.
They suffer.
You don’t know this.
You can’t see your own hands
Mr. and Mrs. Abuse Children.
I call this up from the deeps.
It was that way with me
when I was little.
Now my kid has made me mad,
done something wrong,
or just bothered me.
Then it all comes up again,
my unhappy kid-dom,
and I operate on program.
I don’t care the position he’s in.
I just start slappin’.
I don’t know this hurts him
in his developmental function.
I have that right.
I’m his parent.
Thank you God.
What’s happening here?
Desire has found its home
in a socially approved response mechanism.
It’s condemned on TV.
The presenters themselves
wack their kids
off camera.
I can compare this to touching a vagina
in a little girl’s life,
but you don’t know this is more harmful,
hitting them in the head.
I’m sorry I’ve made you mad.
You don’t know the power of violence over children’s lives.
You don’t know the power of sex over children’s lives.
Both harm.
One gets out the shotgun.
A sexual cannon no.
Mr. and Mrs. Abuse-Their-Kids,
pay attention please.
Where thoughts occur,
it’s not a bright and shiny place,
is laced with uncertainty.
It’s all on holdin’ the world wrong.
You see this you look.
The Whole looks at us.
The fragment looks back.
We are separate beings in time,
an erroneous vision.
Whatta we say about thought?
It arises.
It comes.
It’s there.
And a tenebrous unknown
has the thinker’s brow.
What gulfs lit the night
when we looked at the world for the first time
in the handicap of thought.
It pressurizes time.
It makes of us mincemeat.
It will not stop even for death,
what narrow bridge that is.
You seen it?
How special thought is
to make sense of the world,
to help us help or slay one another,
to give us more feeding room,
to come up with plans,
to turn around and change the world.
It hammers nails
on the fence of time,
held apart in yummy synchronicity,
modes of thought,
and get some answers—
quite the hero.
Do you get me?
I get yah dog.
Put your blue down it doesn’t stink.
It just sits in the powder.
These are the conditions.
You’re talkin’ about that boy, ain’t yah?
Don’t worry,
I have the edification.
I’m gonna spell it out to you.
We have a different choice.
You’re not gonna bust us up.
You’re not gonna hurt him
or me.
You’re not gonna regulate our relationship.
You’re gonna leave us alone.
Humanity needs this vision.
We play the game.
We don’t commode.
We be convenient.
We are open to you.
Two seers in time
startle vision.
We're not gonna compromise vision.
We’re going to remain loyal and true
to our seership.
That boy,
a man he will become.
Housed under my roof?
And in line with his truth.
You can use another poet
who can bring down Earth
on the stars of Heaven,
let them know our plight
and our road beyond them.
Here we’re playin’
some Krishna tune.
We are a bright and shiny love in the wells of time.
We do not make you stink.
We are Heaven and Earth together,
and we are seers of the Sun of Truth.
Throw all that over here,
everything we need to survive,
a protected house
and a place for our dogs.
We need your help.
Without your protection
we get violated
Auroville Media Ashram.
You know we’re your entity,
and we see the master plan as one future Auroville.
It’s up to you.
It’s your movie.
We are the inner you were built on,
5th army,
and we’re here to see the Sun.
There’s no stopping us,
unless you throw away reason
and pin us to the ground.
We’re your seers Auroville,
he and I,
the little boy and me.
Stick with the plan:
Auroville becomes divinized,
and the Yoga works.
Great the visions lay, huh?
Hey, you give thirsty a drink,
and you feed us with your vision.
Okay poets,
do your thing.
It will be misunderstood.
Can a kid change parents if they’re not happy?
What would address the soul need?
Would the parents have a right to say no
if his soul wanted him to leave,
if that were God’s will,
if that’s what the Mother wanted?
I ask you that.
How do you tell that?
First we establish that art,
and art alone,
will show that child’s soul
and the divine will operating in his life,
that art inspired by inner voice and vision.
Can I show it to you?
My grandson wants to live with me.
My little student wants to be near his master.
A seer-poet in training
wants to learn the inner craft.
This is soul arranged,
and I’ll prove it
with poetry written from the inner voice,
the boy’s poetry,
set in a video the boy filmed
just being a kid.
You will see inner process
amazingly match the outside world.
The two are in sync.
I have other prizes to show you,
but this one is the crown achievement today:
“Menu of the Gods”.
Now go
and see this video.
[hover over the last three lines and click]
Turn down that Adam. [vision of the number 7 as though it’s as small as an atom]
I’ve got a kid needs some shoes.
He’s 13,
will be 11 next month.
Wow is he growin’ fast.
Any faster he’ll be 12.
A legalistic childhood,
that’s not happenin’.
Your imagination just runs wild.
I handle him.
I don’t think rules rule the show.
He wears freedom’s wings.
He occupies the center of the room,
and I listen to him all the time.
He gets away with murder.
If he did anything wrong that would be terrible.
This is a good sweet kid.
I dote on him.
He has me in hand.
We just go round and round about that.
I don’t care I let my ego down for him.
This is not paper mâché.
Now it’s invoice.
He needs to know he’s expensive.
He’s not a little kid anymore,
and the changes happen everyday.
I just go with the flow,
but I’m faced with a dilemma.
The world’s not going to dote on him like me.
He has to get social wings.
He has to have the right equipment.
I think we start with everyday.
I don’t wait on you hand and foot.
You can reach the sugar now.
You know how to boil water.
You can be interrupted
by your own needs.
I mean get up out of that chair and do them,
just the little tasks
your small hands can manage.
You can’t bake bread.
Oh me?
Unless I’m sick I’ll do it myself.
We’re just makin’ that daily turn.
You have been an infant in my care,
the small child,
and I did everything for you.
We’re almost finished with that.
Look I really love yah kid.
I’m into helping you survive.
It’s a hostile world out there,
no Disney Land.
The best thing I can teach you is to teach yourself.
This is not hard on the rocks.
I’m still gonna baby you
when you got those little boy blues.
I’m very attuned to you.
You’re my other half.
Okay grow up,
I really understand we do that slowly.
I’m here to hold your hand,
but I’m not here to tie your shoe,
or take in your music in my silent room.
I dwell there.
You don’t seem to know that.
I don’t like war games in my living room.
Machine gunfire cringes me.
Now you like society with yah all the time.
It sings to you its mores,
blasts them apart in video games,
and you’ve put both together now—
a soundtrack to your gameplay.
You know I object.
Okay you’ve put on Mr. Beast to appease me.
You know I like his show,
but honestly,
I druther have quiet in my room.
I don’t know how to teach you quiet.
You’re so hooked in I think you’ve lost your mind.
It’s an electronic media.
Can’t you see you’re hooked?
Sadhana,
where does this meet you?
I don’t know how strong it must be,
but I think we’re growin’ into it
if I wanna give you the best in life.
Where do we begin?
You are so entertained.
I can’t fly this.
This is an attack.
You’re made to feel at home in wars.
You think relationship’s on YouTube.
You don’t like your outer reality.
It’s not hyped with music,
the Seinfeld of drama,
and here you are a robot,
a zombie,
the catcher in the game,
the intelligent boy.
This is horrible music.
I don’t know how to daddy you.
Time schedules, rules,
do we need them?
I have to hold your hand.
I think you’d pick flowers if there were a bomb.
You have no idea the value of time.
You don’t know how to work.
You just sit there and play.
School’s the counterpart to this,
and I wouldn’t want it to rule you.
It’s worse than video games.
It teaches you all the wrong stuff.
Everybody’s bad word.
Give me the answers,
horrible feelings.
It’s not where I want you to grow up.
I swear baby come here. [vision of letting two of our dogs come into the room, they happy and wagging their tails jaunting on in]
We haven’t waited for it all to go by before we swam.
We have waded every bit in the wake of the whole. [this and above line came at the end of a dream where I was in a boat and watching from the back of it as some kids I knew jumped into the bay, bouncing up and down in the water on the wake of the boat]
Did you get that?
It’s Whitney Houston all over again,
I think the greatest love of all.
You know what she means.
How do we humble ourselves and do it?
It’s not every minute playin’ with that kid.
Look kid.
I think he has come chores to do.
Do we include him in them?
He’s always watching
a stagnant video.
You don’t get him out of that chair.
It’s self-love with him,
every breaking time.
Not what he truly needs.
Damages his brain
stuck in his chair all day.
The Mother’s tryin’
to get him outta that chair,
outta the house.
Every lighthouse
is good seein’ from a distance.
Let him have it,
like he would bring a will with us
on our dog walks.
He can just
go test the world out on his bicycle.
The neighborhood kid thing ain’t happenin’.
Yeah, you’re right.
He can’t play in the street.
Well there is the gym,
and you’ve equipped a room to do that
with the weapons.
That’s just started,
and he loves it in there.
It’s your name
we’re tryin’ to get yah to say.
Bite it and kick it
on the wrong address.
That’s social media.
Now who’s playin’ cars?
Can he not play?
Doesn’t play enough.
May I help you, may I help you?
That’s a game card.
Alright UNO let’s go to reach.
Parental Monopoly’s a nightmare,
but look how happy it makes your kid.
Oh God Risk!
I’m just goin’ with the games in the room.
We can get more complicated
outside,
doin’ some mini nature collection,
pressin’ flowers
so they stand the test of time,
and go on long walks
to an imaginary noon.
We’re pressed for time,
hum together
a hundred and eighty degrees
from ship to sail.
Can I help you?
Yeah help me cook.
Cut some potatoes.
You know I clean house.
I’ll sweep you mop how about that?
Oh I’m sorry,
you have to work.
Can’t always be friends with the house.
Poetry module needs movin’.
Now here’s where you touch base.
Enough!
Captain,
inwards.
And what is that boy doin’?
Leavin’ you alone.
This has been the module all along.
We go on technology,
he’s a spearpoint,
just can’t seem to find the time to leave me alone,
and he bothers me.
Look, I gotta get this posted.
This is the command time
and that an understatement.
Typed up a poem
with headphones on,
and you gotta get it posted.
I didn’t see one—
that boy on his armchair.
This is what you teach him to do,
study you.
I heard a noise.
A thought came in.
The poem it got scratched.
I’m really tryin’ to do my best here.
Wait a minute,
and that boy does,
until he sees you’re out of the zone.
What teaches him this?
Politeness.
I don’t think we throw stones.
You’re catering the ability
it all rings.
Swamp in his head,
you don’t want that master,
and you gotta get ‘im to think on his own,
and media don’t determine that.
He could sit next to you,
some comfortable back straight,
and he could go to town on thought
while you meditate.
Alright kid we’re gonna do this and that’s it.
Oh man.
Now let’s go barefoot,
and he learns not to think.
Short periods all,
and we ground ourselves.
Look kid you’re just gonna do this.
You can tell that kid what to do.
It’s his place in life.
They’re hardwired for that.
Aren’t you kid?
Take some time
to work out these modules.
He’ll resist.
You’re firm but kind.
You just love that little boy to death.
He’s not a softball.
You can be firm with him.
You respect his comfort zone
too much.
He needs to be tested, tried, and true.
He’s growin’ up for God’s sake.
He’s not a little boy anymore,
or he’s not that exactly.
He’s gettin’ some independent shoes.
He’s puttin’ on the world.
He’s becoming himself in the mirror.
That’s your doin’.
You’ve accelerated his growth
constantly challenging him with ideas,
pushing him towards his hidden sun,
testing his clarity.
You’re intense to be with,
and you push everybody.
You’ve growed that little boy up
to see the world in things,
to know God is there,
and you’ve showed him enlightenment, Supermind and the Supreme,
and you get on with his soul,
and you’ve done that in the joys of life,
taking him to school.
You’ve really got this concept in him
of the world is bigger than the show,
and I think he surprises everyone
how he understands the world.
You’re not workin’ with raw clay.
He’s an accelerated son of a gun.
The raw material’s in his attitude,
and that’s what we’re workin’ on now,
a pilot program,
something real.
Just look like a human body divine
that’s not cleared his room.
That boy needs tall tales.
That boy knows he’s giving birth to his divinity,
but he doesn’t know what that means yet.
You have to show ‘im,
and that’s painstaking.
You have to hold yourself to the divine.
He’ll respect that,
and you’ve got a child with him now
he don’t respect.
Onion told me to bring this in to you, okay? [spoken in the voice of Varon, five]
He’s really messed up here.
Find out
his impact on his little brother
the rest of his life.
He’s got to be good to him.
What can we do here?
Make him see.
And we continue with this everyday.
I’ve got a neutral causing line.
It’s apparent.
Enhance.
Make that the see,
and you’ll rub off on him all the right ingredients.
This is liftin’ the room.
You’ve got it working for you now.
Everyday to show.
He’s not as delicate as you think.
Something important,
you take him to task,
firmly, smoothy,
and with a whole lotta love.
What are you waiting for? [heard sung by Ellie Goulding, “Love Me Like You Do”]
You with Me?
We’re working for every man and woman who send they’re on the truth.
Judgemental entities,
we have to see that before.
They only care about that kid,
or at least they think they do.
You’re a shadow report.
They just want you out of the picture.
Nobody’s sayin’ they’re smart here.
You’re a friendship with the divine.
I understand talking I need you to listen that’s all.
This is evolving Sanskrit,
letting language lose its borders.
Did you know what it feels like to drown?
And there I am to help you.
You need limits, guidelines.
They can’t restrict you
in your evolution.
I know this plan, okay?
I’m all about it.
It’s calmer than we know.
I’m putting these shoes on you.
They rub blisters sometimes there’s so much resistance.
They hurt your feet.
It’s okay we do it anyway.
I’m not there a judge in the sky
but an Alpha friend.
Open.
You’re not enough by yourself.
You need Me to guide you.
Come on with that kid.
It’s time to grow him up now.
Put lessons on him
that socialize him in the room
in a manner befitting his patience.
We need him.
He’s got plans for Us in the future.
Don’t let him down.
Develop him.
Be there with him.
Teach him how to love himself
so he will not get in the way of others.
How doin’?
Gettin’ heard of.
Now, let’s fly.
On your mark, get set, go.
Punishment reveals itself as statistics.
Who can say it works?
Grabbed the day by a hayride.
I didn’t punish that kid.
I saw him along.
This is active parenting.
We got along,
and it wasn’t that he agreed.
I spent time with him
you do this you do that,
explained things.
He’s still didn’t agree,
but he did them.
You can turn off the music
if they’re stubborn.
Then you take them and ring their neck.
That’s an out loud statement.
You know who that’s from don’t you?
They always incite violence.
That’s the tail you have to cross to get to that kid:
you control yourself.
What does violence do to them?
Make them worse.
I judge him
fit for a king.
To take his crown defeats him.
I don’t want that little boy defeated.
Well we took his phone away.
We didn’t keep it long.
We let him get up and comply and get it back.
There are no rude handles here.
Patience runs the thing.
I’m not a disciplinarian.
That kid runs all over me.
There’s no toll taken I’m afraid.
I love ‘im like the dickens.
We go together.
Come on let’s go.
We’ve got a poem to cross.
The muse is art.
I thinks that a person
can really get a mouthful here.
Just open your eyes and swim.
Damn, it’s a hardhat.
I don’t how you move along.
I think you get meaning in doses.
Meaning in doses,
what?
You just take it slowly.
Meaning will reveal the line.
Alright I’ll give you the scent.
You’ve got to capture the moon.
This poem is Heaven sent.
You just hear about kids,
but the divine is talkin’ to you.
This is not beat up children.
It’s easy with them,
like they deserve to smile.
It’s got instructions for divinity kids.
You heard me.
We grow God in our children,
and one day this breaks out in humanity,
and we are divine on earth.
Now it’s happenin’ on the inside.
No light of day yet.
We’re just breathin’ enlightenment
and some soul change.
No divinity to speak of yet.
That’s gonna take a long time.
It’s a supramental change.
We raise the human race this way.
Here, a poetry guidebook.
What actions about words are done?
Who does it?
The lead dinosaur.
That dinosaur’s of old,
and old sin on the world soul.
That leader’s helping out.
You were falling out.
Issue a clean to do sadhana,
five pounds or something like that.
It’s a work with children scheme.
Thank you and thank you and thank you.
I’m gonna go eat.
I’ve heard it with my hands.
This is cultural sin.
Is there anyway to change offenders?
No, that’s star’s community,
a soul to cross.
It’s God’s doin’
and the soul charge.
You just love ‘em and let ‘em do it.
You know the ones that change,
that you can count on.
Pictures were all with words and the word’s with me,
so you can understand the science behind all this text,
the tie breaker.
We’re goin’ somewhere.
We have engines in the room
that can see each other.
The bottom of the line feels good,
and we see ourselves in town.
We are the right music.
Way station, we’re talking about
that has frame.
Without grace
no meeting on earth would happen.
The gas is gonna do it, right?
Picture
I love you.
(Note: I’ve made a blog post from a comment I posted after a story on Medium called “Why Arguments Against Abolition Inevitably Fail” by Angela Y. Davis, abolition in this case the abolition of police and prisons.)
Dr. Davis, you are still talking about reform, not a fundamental change of society. You’re addressing only one aspect of society, albeit a central one, police and prisons, crime and punishment, or however we label the way we deal with people who harm or are suspected of harming others, how we make communities safe from harming individuals or groups, give people justice that have been harmed, and prevent said individuals and groups from harming more, not to mention healing them, something seldom discussed. Furthermore, you’re context is racial, as if it’s the determining factor of society itself, however significant it is in being a determining factor, much like Marxism makes social class the basis of understanding and organizing society. And you’re only looking at the history of America in terms of policing and prison, as if it’s occurred in isolation and isn’t a part of the evolution of ‘crime and punishment’ in the development of human society. There is a long history of it before America came into being, and just like the Marxist saying the bottom line of history is class struggle, you can make the case that policing and punishment evolved solely in terms of the effort to control minorities, but, while you’d identify a major player in the evolution, you’d narrow your understanding that would make it unable to grasp the whole of the matter.
A fundamental change in society would involve an essential change in human identity, or, put in practical terms, a fundamental change in the ways and means of ego transcription and the subsequent socialization and education of individuals growing up. From birth we’d have to give children a more inclusive identity, where they identify first and foremost with being a human being over being a Last-Name (family), an American, a male, a Christian, a White person, or whatever grouping human beings identify with, which wouldn’t mean we stop identifying with groups. It’d mean we identify first with humanity, and it’s beyond the discussion here, but such a holistic identity would naturally include the whole earth, as the step to the whole of humanity would be a giant leap to holism.
A holistic identity holds in the very ground of its consciousness an identity with all it sees, what the ideal “love your neighbor as yourself” is realized, and it’s also beyond the scope of a single comment to discuss the allowance and celebration even of difference as the foundation of the unity, the delight of the holistic identity, or the fact that each creature and species have different needs and places in the scheme of things, and that a clam would not claim the rights of a human being, and that each human being would have the inalienable right, regardless of any intrinsic characteristic such as race, gender, or sexuality, to self-fulfillment and self-determination, but it does good to mention these things here to understand what holism is and is not. There is no other way to stop racism in society, to change the formula of crime and punishment, no other way to end violence, no other way to stop climate change, in short, no other way to fundamentally change society. Spend some months and years doing the math.
It’s not impossible. It’s just going to take a lot more than this current racial crisis, not undermining its importance, to get us to make such a radical change. It’ll take us facing extinction, not as something afar that will come if we don’t do such and such, but something directly in our face: things like cataclysmic destruction or an environmental disaster. But we can still start now. Although such an ego transcription could not fully come about only in a progressive family environment, since society at large plays such an enormous role in giving us our identities, parents can go a long ways in giving their children a humanity identity. And pilot communities could be started to work towards that human unity to circumvent the problems an individual family faces in giving its kids such an identity. Of course we’d have to become a whole lot more conscious of the process of ego transcription, something we are as yet largely ignorant of, but there’s no doubt that it takes place. You like art, seem to always include it in your lists, and I have a lot of art (poetry) that reveals the ways of means of how we become the people that we are and what it means to be human. You’d find a lot of it on Twitter but not only there, and it’s also on my Medium account.
Of course it will take generations to make such a fundamental change in human identity, even when we begin to give it lead in raising children on a large scale. I don’t think even our brightest and best thinkers are mature enough yet in thought to grasp the possibility of such a change, much less begin to work towards it. People like you will hit on the particulars and the immediate, but even here, it’ll take a long time to work change. I see you’re a student of consciousness, and I don’t think it out of line to make the assumption that you operate from the scientific paradigm, have studied it as science studies it, something made by the brain, have not done a lifetime of self-study of consciousness itself, and I mean by that an exploration of your own consciousness.
Since childhood, via lucid dream, out of body experience, and spiritual experience, I’ve explored mine. One thing of significance here that I’ve focused on is if my consciousness connects to yours, you being other people, and if it does how and what that would mean to being human. For 25 years I’ve had a partner doing the same exploration, and we traveled both together and separately to many different countries and discussed dreams and inner experience with most all whom we were around for any length of time, and we often stayed with the people of the country we were traveling in. (I myself was a penniless vagabond for a number of years.) I can say that I do not believe that we share a common field of consciousness but that I know we do. But it’s taken a lifetime of study every bit as thorough and time-consuming as what we normally mean by school.
It’s here, in the knowledge of our shared field of consciousness and its implications, that we will find the missing pieces to the puzzle of human evil, racism a part of that picture, pieces we yet do not even know are missing. How many hidden wills are involved in a person harming another? What is the effect of ill will that people feel inside on the whole of society? Is the ill will to punish someone who harms, or who holds a racist attitude, the same ill will they feel harming or holding that attitude?
The biggest objection to your thesis of abolishing the police and prisons is how to protect communities from harm and administer justice, it no longer being a forced restitution. And how are you going to stop people from causing harm? You won’t get a handle on it until you become more fully conscious of yourself and our shared field of consciousness, indeed, of our shared identity, or I should say, that until enough of us are thusly conscious (can I say ‘woke’?) to outnumber those that aren’t, because you don’t have all the facts yet, those underwater ones so to speak, the more powerful ones that move us towards causing harm to one another. You aren’t even looking in that direction. Towards that end I post my comment.
Harm's End 