Free Range Religion
February 19, 2012
Chickens raised in little wire cages, with no room to express themselves, have the best living environment to make the most money for their handlers. Control and manipulation of environments is allegedly more productive for the ‘mega farmer’ to control his animal product to make the harvest the best value to keep the business going as long as the consumer chicken hawks will slobber on anything no matter how it got to the plate, even if the dumb chicken doesn’t know any better. Best results necessitate letting the ‘victims’ know who’s boss while they are unaware and seemingly helpless to stand up for themselves.
‘Ride yourself’, free of any programs by religions, politics, society, or anyone, and with awareness! Nothing else is going to help you but awareness! You must accept the winters with the summers, or the ups with the downs. Allowing yourself to be in someone else’s ‘box’, be they dead or alive, is to be void (chicken) or the courage to roam the free range with an open mind. To grow one has to go through many pains, fears, and agonies because you have been beholden to a certain culture. Culture makes you not grow, and likes to keep you ‘unwise’.
Grown-up, free minds are dangerous to society because they will slowly begin to see the stupidities of all societies traps of the mind. The world is now ‘flat’ where slowly we need to both keep our individuality but be one whole with each other. The phrase New World Order or NWO, has become a thing to avoid, but only when, and where individual freedoms of expression are thwarted by fear of punishment. A thought on freedom:
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again, Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
by Mary Oliver
Freedom to be you at your ‘freest best’ is the greatest gift you can enjoy. Spread your wings to fly, and walk on the ground with head held high in celebration of your freedom!