Do you remember what it was like before you were born? No? That’s the point. We are forever aborning. Each moment a new incarnation, and in each moment the original conviction is arrived at again. Yet for all our convictions we are still constantly aborning.
Today, we are talking about something that has no official name, really. But you can find information on it under the title ‘Battle Trance’ though the phenomenon has more facets than just that one.
Humanity is multi-faceted in more ways and with more depth than most people realize, and well, it’s popular to insist these days that everything is about beliefs or what you believe in. I will offer today that this popular idea is actually a popular lie popularized by social pressures we experience in today’s society.
Humanity generally lives most of the time in a world defined by the mind being more or less at rest. It never really slows or stops working, ever, but it does have a whole frame of function that is in essence processing the world in a business as usual way.
People generally prefer the resting state of consciousness. Even if it has the emotional impact of being sick to your stomach, emotional norms are still preferred over the unanticipated. Better the pain and suffering you know. Misery loves company. We have a lot of phrases illustrating our preference for shared experience.
We share a collective identity, and as I said earlier, as popular as it is to think otherwise, you don’t have to choose to share in this identity. It doesn’t matter what your personal beliefs are, and you don’t actually have a choice. Your ability to experience life at all is shaped by this mechanism in the mind.
“United We Stand”? Indeed. When, really, we’re more divided than ever. Actually, we are not in truth divided. There is tension. If the collective identity could be measured like the heart rate can, then the collective mood is beginning to spike, race. Even so much as being on the verge of a social and world wide heart attack.
Ok, I may have gone too big too soon…
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.