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.

Citizens Of The Soul

     While some of us find citizenship to be ‘surplus to requirements’ for the pressing business of career and family, and others are so disgusted with the fabrications and deceptions of politics, religion and big business they happily drop out of any such commitment, some seek to be citizens of their society, however seemingly corrupted, striving to be informed and actively engaged with the issues and challenges of the day. Others seek to be citizens of the planet, embracing the ideals of multiculturalism, brotherhood and internationalism, hoping to replace hunger with plenty and strife with harmony.  And yet others strive, in one way or another, to be citizens of the soul, that amorphous enigma inhabiting all forms with the sentient spark we have come to call consciousness.

     Those others are us, on that inner journey of tiny discoveries that will, we assume, deliver us one day to the ‘palace of wisdom’ that the poet William Blake posited as the destination of the ‘road of excess’, the us who continue to explore without maps, trusting that we shall uncover the truths that Krishnamurti asserted existed in the ‘pathless land’ he was no longer willing, as of 1929, to be a guide for.

      On that journey to knowing, minus the crutches of faith and external authority, we come to see that we exist not only apart from the body, but quite independent of the thoughts, emotions, beliefs and assumptions that provide definitions for ‘who we are’ in all these landscapes and societies that we parachuted into decades and centuries ago.

     At one stage of our progressive revelation we see that we are the soul apart from the pushy, demanding ego and the vanity of personality, that we are unique despite the mythologies of dna and education that insist we are products of some all-too-clever assembly line or other.  At another we come to know that we are travelers without passes or boundaries and that not only are our dear departed available for consultations, but celebrities, guides, angels and other highly evolved spirits can be contacted and benefited from.  And if we pursue our explorations beyond our desire to sit back, take stock or rest on laurels, we can move toward a understanding of how intelligent sentience motivates all forms of nature and animal life, and that we, despite the arrogance bestowed on us by our baby steps in science, technology and philosophy, are but one species among many who are evolving to greater and greater levels of complexity in a multiverse that provides more mysteries than solutions.

    Some of us, the more daring explorers, have come to see that all stars, planets and galaxies are in some way ensouled by beings who have graduated, bit by bit, to that level of responsibility.  There may be no conscious contact or recognition as we fly by, thrilled with our temporary escape, yet we intuit the life lurking within, just as we did earlier on our journey, rafting on rivers and gazing at mountains. And those of us who have contacted the visitors from elsewhere have some understanding of where we fit in the bigger picture of ‘all that evolves to some type of graduation’.

     Eventually we see the qualities of soul in all forms, – animal, vegetable and mineral as the old saying goes – and that consciousness is the tireless creator, ever bubbling up from some mysterious and seemingly untraceable source, and the that cosmic game we are playing a part in, if pursued with conscious intent, can actually mold us into citizens of the soul.