The Cleverest Conspiracy Of All


We live in an age of conspiracies and rumours of conspiracies.  Even those who mock and deny their existence feel the need to talk about them in a disparaging manner.  Governments, corporations and intelligence services all thrive on their production, implementation and cover-up.  Educated populations, now mostly freed from the threats of eternal damnation, loosened with ever increasing leisure, and armoured as never before with access to information, demand ever more sophisticated cover-ups and plausible denials delivered with assurance and aplomb.  Children with considerably more than spare change, we now require sophistry on the level of myth, complete with the the panoply of dramatis personae we have come to expect down through the storytelling ages.

Some ancient battle between darkness and light, truth and deception, seems to be continuously reenacted on the world stage.  It is a drama of operatic dimensions that could easily grow a religion or two about it.  Who will save us from the lying demagogues of democracy, the chorus asks.  Who shall deliver us from the seductive pit of propaganda?  The answer is perhaps obvious: us.  Us and only us.  We the people, who are so much more than concerned citizens, but who have forgotten their divine origins and are dwarfed by those who would manipulate our ignorance into endless dependence.  We need not wait for all the Pinocchios to grow long noses.

All the political shenanigans, all the crafted assassinations, all the bombings with their stage managed radicals, all the wars over natural resources spin doctored into evil dragon slaying, all the drugs so carefully designed, all the spiritual wickedness in high places, it’s merely the play of Maya, illusions prancing their hour upon the stage.  It need not detain us, although it can and does, our fascination with baubles and blood being what it is.  But for those of us on our way to graduation, a not insignificant number I might add, the cleverest conspiracy of all is that of the Higher Self.

The Higher Self conspires, unfortunately with our full cooperation, to denude us of all cosmic consciousness, so that our delivery onto the physical plane through the medium of our mother’s womb is accomplished with such a narrowing of the psyche that the phrase blank slate is the most accurate for our tiny embodiment of life.  So although we are emanations from a virtually omniscient Monad (group soul, Higher Self), by the time we descend through the planes to arrive here almost emptied of our previous divinity, and proceed, through many trials and tribulations, to recover our heritage shorn of the illusions of ego and society, we are essentially starting out once again from the basement of consciousness to explore not only the house above but the many mansions which it magically contains.

And we essay these explorations as dim witted but boisterous children, eager for adventure but easily cowed by frights and cuts.  As personalities we grow with our family and society imposed definitions, all of which are useful within the parameters laid out before us, becoming independent and educated adults.  But as spirits in the material world these definitions become ties which keep us in bondage, too timid to explore the unknown and unseen.  And when, out of frustration or giddiness, we do reach out a seeking beam, they remind us to doubt and distrust, to return to the basement where being rendered stupid with safety is the community standard.

In our ignorance as state sanctioned citizens with rights and responsibilities we often remain, assured that we are contributing in an accountable and civilized manner.  But as citizens thus defined we remain ignorant of our greater selves, our original share of divinity, and we quietly assume our tiny spots in history, the subject of forces beyond our control, when in fact we have picked a life path of challenges suited to our needs, and only appear to be buffeted by the fates of disease, lousy weather and political repression.  Whether we have chosen wisely or been rushed by the prospect of thrills is another matter, but the metaphysical fact is that we have picked and are partaking.

But our ego based illusions about our limited and isolated selves conspire to keep us in our place, while attributes such as gravity and debt assure us we have made the smart choice.  Inside our separated selves, our much valued individuality, we look to sources of power outside us.  Whether natural, as in earthquakes or floods, or man made, such as banking or government, we feel dominated, threatened, conspired against, that there is a hidden order which executes plans in the shadows, regardless of our requirements or well being.  There are hidden orders conspiring contemptuously in the shadows, but they operate at the level of ego and ego gratification, and as such, live in even more illusion than yourself, the seeker and would-be disciple of the mysteries.

The cleverest and most cunning conspiracy of them all is the one you delude yourself with, that we all delude ourselves with: that no matter what your station in life, your race or gender, your degree of freedom or repression, you are in essence an unbounded being of light, a conscious contributing emblem of divinity, who is only pretending to be daft and lost and limited.

Called To Service

On the inner ourney of self-discovery and self-development, the call to service often comes when you are ready to reach out to others less fortunate than yourself.  Of course that’s the social gospel version.  On the inner journey the ‘others’ appear lost, confused, mired in illusions.  Whether it’s the recently dead, wretched in ignorance, wandering in some fog of despair, or the living, wounded by the cruelties of life’s seeming injustices, the energies of compassion draw us to their plight.

     We feel compelled to interact, drawing on whatever part of our accumulated wisdom seems right for the job at hand.  Relevant information for the confused dead, sympathy and encouragement for the guilty dead, mercy for the self-condemned dead.  For those living in despair, tormented by doubts, angry at the deity of their tribe, the god they assume is responsible for their trials, we try to reassure with the knowings we’ve personally uncovered – that suffering has a meaning, that it has strength and growth hidden within it, that, as the song goes, all things must pass.

     The personal experience factor is what can often cinch it.  If you have explored, adventurously perhaps not fearlessly, if the confusion that once was thought to be your epitaph is now a faded memory, if you have suffered, sought refuge and then survived to smile another day, if your wanderings in spirit have imprinted their details on your consciousness, then your efforts have a better chance of being rewarded, – a smile, an agreement, an accommodation to your suggestions.

     Grief and suffering can be the most challenging to deal with.  Often our assistance is passed over or rebuffed.  Many are so enmeshed in their condition, be it psychic, physical or emotional, that they cannot be reached by even the most persistent among us.  Though they are never abandoned, they have to be left to swim through the depths of their despair and self-loathing until they reach the shallows of their own exhaustion, which may take years.  Such is the power of their anger/fear/self-condemnation that they can fashion an abode within it, one where visitors are generally not welcome, unless they are willing to share the melancholy illusions of the victim.

Learning that we cannot actually help some of these sufferers, at least in the time frame we assume practical, can be something of an uphill battle.  In those abodes pain, despair and anger can thrive, and the state we think of as ‘misery loves company’  can assume the reins until and beyond death.  As much as we wish to assist the suffering we find we actually cannot, and then accepting that temporary defeat is the lesson to be learnt.

Not everyone can be saved, not everyone can be enlightened, not everyone can chuckle at the vicissitudes of life.  Feeding the hungry and housing the homeless is often quite do-able, given a measure of political will.  But lightening the load of illusions on the psyches of the deluded and devoted, that’s whole different ball game.  Are they being tricked, ridiculed or robbed?  Those are the questions you will have to deal with as you navigate that particular learning curve.  I wish you luck, but what you really need is patience and self-forgiveness.