Don’t Need It. Don’t Want It. Don’t Gotta Have It.

I wish I could say it’s good to be back in the big, bad apple–my home for the past 18 years, but, in truth, re-entry into New York City after two months of surf, sand, and sun in a state of clear, connected consciousness for two and a half months has been a disturbing experience. There’s nothing like being away from all the madness to see it for what it is — a relentless assault of images — subliminal and overt — directing all receptive minds and resources toward a parade of unnecessary trends, products, and social directives. From this lucid vantage point, I see it as an obvious form of mind-control and group madness. Ask me next week and I might be sucked back in just enough to excuse it and accept it as I have historically done, so I didn’t want to wait to express this.

The world of merchandizing and image-mongering is extreme. For decades of living in LA and NYC, it had me in its clutches. I bought in, sold my soul, pursued and purchased as directed, like a marionette. Over the last ten years of deep cellular cleansing, my ability to see through the programming increased significantly, but today it is so clear that I simply can’t find the purpose in any of it or support it at all anymore. Life cannot grow through concrete. Dead indoor air, chlorinated water, processed food, greedy pursuits, and the like cannot support life.

I have spoken several times about the trajectory of mutation–but to reiterate, it grows into disfigured rogue form over time as the mutation grows more pronounced. Physical, psychological, mental and emotional imbalances begin with lesser symptoms and bit by bit, those symptoms grow more pronounced, more acute as their cause goes uncorrected. If corrections are not made to the trajectory and the organism fails to be restored, the future generations of both the cells within that organism and the generations of that organism’s offspring (remember we always look at an organism holographically, appreciating the micro- and macro-cosmic effects) will carry more dire mutations. This is how we read the Universal Laws of Life and can thereby predict the outcomes of all causes. In the case of our civilization’s life-deteriorating trajectories, we have received countless warning signs of where it is headed (too many warning signs to mention here, but think autism, schizophrenia, infertility, depression, Parkinson’s, etc.). So we can predict that the next generations are going to greater expressions of these symptoms. If you conjured up images of zombie-like monsters depicted in movies like 21 Days Later,Night of the Living Dead, and Shawn of the Dead, you would be spot-on.

Think that might be a stretch? It turns out that right on 23rd Street and Park Avenue, where my husband’s offices are, there are a number of people exhibiting zombie-like symptoms. My husband and his colleague were telling me about it last night. There are many of them–pharma-addicts, a.k.a. pharmaceutical junkies. Apparently, they freeze. That’s right. They actually freeze in place–anywhere from 15 minutes to several hours or more–while clutching a cup or making a gesture or just sitting or standing, often with their head dropped down. Pharmaceutical drugs, my friends. If this is what extra dosages do, do you think small “recommended” doses are safe? Is our way of life a highway to a world of human zombies? How about that expression on your ten-year-old’s face while watching TV programs and ads? Is truth not only stranger than fiction but on par with horror? Is life mimicking horror, or horror mimicking life?

(Note: as I’m reading this to Ana, she nods and tells me she has seen them too. Surely, this is not a stand-alone event. Perhaps it’s just the proximity to a big-name drugstore.) Apparently the dealers are pretty easy to spot. Are pharma-drug ringleaders modern-day drug dealers? What’s more, the squirrels are going the way of the snake pit too. Apparently, urban squirrels in many of the local parks are jumping on people with packaged foods and drinks. They too have become addicted to the intensely addictive substances in our foods and are insistent upon getting their fix!

Everyone knows New Yorkers are the trendsetters. If this is any indication of what’s to come and what’s brewing, is it really the trajectory we want to be on? And let’s face it, we’re in it together. Separation consciousness is an illusion. Life is a great web. Parts disconnected from the vines of life (carrying vitality from the great interconnected organism of planetary life) cannot live for long. They wither or mutate, or both. If these people become zombies, cleansers are affected too! Do you think their choices do not impact you? Do you think their refuse does not enter the water supply or that animals that become addicted to the substances they ingest from our garbage don’t make them dangerous to you? Small consolation, but at least it sounds like you’re safer carrying around apples than chips!

Sure, you may be cleansing, but what is your teenager sneaking from the local drugstore? Do you think there are no pharma-junkie dealers in your neck of the woods? Can you be sure they or their clients won’t freeze while going 65 mph on the highway? We are all connected. Awareness followed by conscious change is the only way out. There is a great southern African philosophy called Ubuntu that essentially states, “I am who I am because of who we all are.” Archbishop Desmond Tutu offered this definition: A person with Ubuntu is open and available to others, affirming of others, does not feel threatened that others are able and good, for he or she has a proper self-assurance that comes from knowing that he or she belongs in a greater whole and is diminished when others are humiliated or diminished, when others are tortured or oppressed.

Are we losing our Ubuntu? Are we choosing greed and dead things over connection and living things?

Going through piles of mail, I came across several catalogs. One popular brand screamed from the cover: “You Need It. You Want It. You’ve Gotta Have It!” As I tossed it into the recycling bin, I thought, No, I don’t need it. I don’t want it and I don’t gotta have it.

The lyrics of this great Elton John song, “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters,” nicely echoes my sentiments about my long-beloved city:

Until you’ve seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the lord there’s people out there like you
I thank the lord there’s people out there like you

Subways no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the lord for the people I have found
I thank the lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can’t and that is why
They know not if it’s dark outside or light

And Happy New Year to all my Jewish friends!

Love,
Natalia

P.S. I thank the Lord that there are people out there like you.

 


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