Forgotten realms of being

Hey! Are you a dreamer? Don’t see too many of you around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming’s dead and no one does it anymore. Its not dead, its just its been forgotten; removed from out language. Nobody teaches it so no one knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. I’m trying to change all that and I hope you are too by dreaming everyday. Dreaming with our hands, dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced – ever. So whatever you do don’t be bored. This is absolutely the most exciting time you could have possibly hoped to be alive And things are just starting.

Our Great Depression

I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

Die, Ego, Die!

Give up defining yourself – to yourself or to others. You won’t die. You will come to life. And don’t be concerned with how others define you. When they define you, they are limiting themselves, so it’s their problem. Whenever you interact with people, don’t be there primarily as a function or a role, but as the field of conscious Presence. You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are.

Dead Can Dance – Indoctrination Lyrics

In times of great vexation
When one must choose between what’s right and wrong
Freedom, so they say,
Amounts to the choices you have made
Through all the arbitrary rationale concerning liberty
Freedom, I must say,
Exists within unconditioned minds

Reason has come of age

How can you be satisfied with things the way they are
When all that surrounds us now and so much more
Remains inside the keeper’s dark embrace?
The insatiable thirst for power has made
Idols out of mortals, gods into clay
Soldiers into heros, children into slaves
All damned
Desires
Their hopes betrayed

Who will suffer the laws
That state can decide your child’s education
Unless you pay the price?

Refrain (x2)
Who will suffer their laws?
Who will suffer their minds?
Who will suffer their words?
Who will suffer their designs?