An old Poet's Public Notice

I was a child during the times of the Vietnam "war" and the hippies and the murders of JFK and MLK. I started public school the first year of forced busing. I listened and learned the stories taught about god and country. I became very good at "keeping my eye on the ball," hitting home runs, making touchdowns, and shooting baskets. One thing about keeping your eye on the ball, even if your good at it, is that your just playing a game. And one which somebody else has made. It tends to focus attention away from what else might be going on.

55 years later I think back on all that I accomplished. The pretty ribbons and shiney trophies, the pieces of fancy paper that are framed on my wall, that is what I traded for my life in the game. Now dispite being utterly stupid somehow I managed to help create a beautiful family and I have some really cool friends. But other than that the rest was vanity. It took many years for me to begin to realize that something was terribly wrong. That I had no clear sense of who I was or why I was here or what I really wanted. That my whole existence had been directed by an external set of memes and stories that had me lost in a 3D version of "The Game of Life." I believed but did not know. Playing the game and blindly hopeing in the vague promise of one day. An imagined future that never arrives.

I had become terribly sick and literally tired to the bone, of that existence. It was not wisdom that chose my path. It was desperation. Like being under water to long and struggling to get up for air. I can breathe now, but its kind of a wierd place. I spent several years researching, rethinking, looking for some answer that would satisfy this thing in me. Then one day it hit me. I was still looking to scratch an itch in a mirror. Ain't never gonna work. The itch is not out there somewhere. It's in me.

I needed to quit looking for the fix in some political or economic or even religious system. They are just different versions of the game. I needed to be still, to listen to that still small voice. I needed to quit believing and begin to know the truth if I was to be set free.

I thought to write a statement and publish it to the universe. An attempt to articulate my intentions for the rest of my existence. So that anyone I might meet would know what I am about. I had this fantasy about what would happen to this world if every human being would simply ignore the politicians and advertisers and bankers and media for a day or a week and give some thought to something other than the false choices the game makers present. What if we all begin to publish our notice to the world? What if our still small voice became more relevant than bombardment of programming we subject ourselves to? What if the people quit paying attention to the game and were directed from within? The whole thing would transform in a matter of weeks without a fight.

My Public Notice - Teal
I seek friendship and cooperation in as much as possible.
I have no owner, no superior in this world. Nor do I claim ownership or superiority over any other.
I recognize no authority except that which is inherent in the source of Being and the natural universal laws within which we live.
There can be no valid consent without full disclosure and full comprehension.
Each one bears 100 percent liability for harm caused to another.
Corporate fictions and manipulation of language does not mitigate the personal liability incurred in reality.
In a co-operative friendship-trust it is assumed that intentions and actions may need clarification and unintentionally, harm may be done.
That forgiveness/pardon is offered upon clarification and correction.
This process will work to deepen bonds of friendship and trust between friends. Or the relationship may be renegotiated and recatagorized if necessary.
Free souls require no government, no State to serve in lieu of personal intention and responsibility. A logistical or service function may be instituted to serve the free people on the land in trust.
Violation of that trust by a "servant" should be dealt with by public execution and mourning. Pardon is offered upon correction.
True currency exists in the value created between free people not in the symbolic representations thereof.
No one owns the resources of this world. To claim such a thing is preverse and counter to natural law.
All have a natural right to the bounty of this world by birth to use as they choose within the boundaries of co-operation friendship and no harm.
Any systematic intentional perversion of language or histiory or suppression of technical understanding ultimately is a violation of the public trust and harm and carries the penalty of public execution.
Pardon given upon correction.
Communities of real people not corporate fictional characters of the state bear the responsibility and liability for such action.

That's it so far. Do you see anything I missed? I would love to see all media shift from the programmed memes to real human souls making their public notices of intent. What impact would that make on all the little ai bots? What new programming would they learn? Any ideas? Peace and Love and Liberty.
#noconsent #freedom #disclosure #responsibility #love #create #creator #fun #groove

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