Eye on the Prize | Pine Cone

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One cool evening in summer we had both windows open at the foot of our bed and two cats each lay on the widow sills just a few feat from our feet. This couple, these cats, the bed, and our 12 feet, also were on a mountain, so far away from the maddening crowd, that if you meet another, it’s either going to be a Man of God, or the devil himself, with no social norm Collective Beanie in Between so many tall trees.

The instant a mountain Lion attacked little Luvy, and hit the screen without gulping down it’s Cat-prey dinner, what happened next in all this major trauma is what is continually happening on Earth traumatized, so bad we all lost single eye vision on the Prize. Little Luvy, and her brother Bobby(Marley) instantly jumped for each other and I hit you snot, they performed in a hair pulling circle of fur flying everywhere with the smell of sudden death murky scare filling the poison bedroom foul-ether surprise.

What is happening on Earth is the same as what the cat’s experienced floating in a fur ball fight to the death, all caused by a Hungry Monster, we have been, all too close to being eaten ourselves. What is the Prize, but the single 3rd eye Portal deep inside Light Existence as far away from Mortality fur ball blaming each other for what, only the evil Monster has caused. Take away the mountain lions, and all the Monsters everywhere imbedded here, and keeping an eye on the prize, still means turning within to forgive each other to enlighten enough compassion we become free of instinct, like what cats prioritize to barely survive, even over human Intellect.

Traumatized humans cover up their heads, and cling to Mortality, even more as Mountain Lion and Monster traumas prevent us from being able to keep an eye on the Prize, so like the fur ball cats we go at each other as if everyone else resembles another possible Mountain Monster Mortality dinner-surprise. If meow women were Luvy, and meow men were Bobby, can we see what’s going on here on Earth, as if all Earth fur balling has lost our eye on the Light Existence Inner freedom Prize outta here?

Some go kill the Predator as heroes, but a little later anything any hero does gets swallowed up as if nothing changes PTSD cat Humans, still wrapped up in a tight fur ball experience that, never seems to stop spinning our Planet Trauma balls. Others form hate groups, more like our two cats did/do/will, and keep fighting each other in denial of any possible eye on the Prize, to be able to validate each other as Good Listeners. The ticket to Light Existence is to be Kind, and caring enough to affirm each other with delight welcome for anything anyone dares to say in this fur ball planet continuing PTSD spinning-fray.

So men blame Luvy, and women blame Bobby, and no one listens because, now the Monster-in-charge has got us right where Reptilians want us. We are fish in the Monster’s kill barrel, and cats on open window sills, and we same humans project, all our Monster fear out onto each other where no child is, ever safe from grown up censuring sacrifice of each other, still in denial it was the Mountain, that turned the Lying Lion on us, and it was the ‘Devil-made us do it’ that made us stop listening to each other with missing genuine regard.

A Forgiveness alternative to fight flight submit enlightens compassion enough, so we can go back inside, and listen the crap out of each other so we stop censuring the Prize in everyone. Active Listening, Love listening, or even Intuitive Glistening another, as ourselves isn’t even a cat option, but instead we deny all feelings and, especially someone else’s, because that’s how the Reptilians planned it, so we will forget all about focusing inside ever PTSD-asleep again.

The greatest support for any Duality evil is the competition, so if we turn within with an eye on the compassion prize, there would, never be any DEA that works, directly to protect the old dead man Bush main drug line. Bush Monster sold all the drugs on Earth, so if we used/sold Bush-drugs, or we DEA fought against drugs Both Luvy and Bobby in a fur ball death smell PTSD contributed to the agenda support dead Mountain Bushes.

The best, and maybe the, only way inside again is to listen listen or, even Glisten to each other, as ourselves, until enough get our eye back on the Prize, and we hear ‘welcome’, as we turn inside outta here where only Mortality survives, and that ain’t much good, ever, really denying what is going on, and censuring ourselves, as if that is ever a help, just supports Mountain Monster Lying so we, never again can be kind enough to listen to others from our hidden sleepy time PTSD fur-ball memory ticking like a reaction machine inside where Luvy took a hike right up Bobby;s but but butt transfurballence blinded fight/flight/submit Lightless.

Death is no real way outta here, because death rebirths us again on the wheel of Mortal Karma, so we don’t have any, other choice except to affirm each other, as ourselves, even and especially if it hurts as bad as it gets to make friends with imagined enemies we, just haven’t met yet. I think of those looking, so good, and discouraging any truth telling as “Pinched Nerves” with their heads up their but but censoring butts, and this doesn’t help any one else either so, all we can do is to be kind to others, as ourselves and stop LUVY/Bobby Fur balling censuring each other, as if the Monster PTSD always wins ‘our’ Inner Kind-surprise violated Lost-treasure Light Existence Prize.

So let’s see: Mortal winners are, really our biggest losers, and Mortality is, never where the prize is, but keeping an eye on the prize takes many lifetimes, even if the Monsters disappear and, even if Mortal Mountain predators disappear. Looking good, and censuring ourselves, and others in Pinched Nerve mode supports the Monster Bush’s DEA, and supports Mortal Mountain predators, so what is the Prize, except enjoying as much fox hole intimacy bonding that we can, affirming each other by Listening well, no matter if we agree with them at the PTSD trigger-time, or not.

I enjoy imagining all female cats getting together, and throwing all male cats under the PTSD blame-bus; now that would become a perfect teaser for Karma to begin to use, as our mirror for us to stop Luvy/Bobby furballing, yet maybe it’s already happening to cats, and we have become so blind, and deaf we, just can’t Pinched Nerve curmudgeon human Monty Python/ Faulty Flowery Tower Olden Rage Crown feminist man-hate tiny-gender ID Luvy/bobby Vengeance Marley “One Love” notice any more? Thank you Spirit Warrior for your Wonder-filled clarity support to help wake us, all up here in Plato’s Cave !