Discover Zombieland!! Look Inside The Inner Workings Of Self And Society: The Dead Doesn’t Know It’s Dead… It Thinks It’s False Beliefs Are Real!!


Discover Zombieland!! Look Inside The Inner Workings Of Self And Society: The Dead Doesn’t Know It’s Dead… It Thinks It’s False Beliefs Are Real!!

Turn on the tv to feast on fear… morning, day and night?
Turn to others who have similar fear, and that’s progress?
Turn to fake news for a daily jolt of shock, to feel alive?
Normal people protecting their fear… this is not the way to go, and only results in more pain and suffering.
The idea is to release the fear…
The fear that wants to grab our attention.
The fear that tells us we are too ugly to have beautiful manifestations.
The fear of always remaining silent.
Some people’s real enemy is of course, ourselves.
Some people want other people to pay for our internal misery.
Some people want someone else to die, so that we can die and not live.
THE ONES WHO ARE TRYING TO FIND THEIR PLACE IN A DEAD WORLD ARE WALKING DEAD.
The inner dead ones, want to tell the living how to live.
The inner dead one inside us, wants to sell us a story, and that is, dead beings have more fun.
Take the mystery needle, put on a lady gaa gaaa song, pop a coke, and chew a burger, sleep with 1000 people, sleep on a coiled mattress, hook up some 5G, watch your favorite tv programs, vote for your party, and never question anything that is officially ‘true’.
The dead don’t show respect.
The dead don’t admit they are incorrect.
The dead cannot apologize to the living.
The dead doesn’t know it’s dead.
The living will eventually scatter into the mountains.
They will watch from their peaceful mountainside, the dead continue to consume the living, until the living says, “no more”.
I will consciously choose life.
I can be here, fresh, new, and baptized by my own light.
I can get off my knees and stand as pure light.
I can release the dead inside me.
I can love the zombie that I once was.
I can thank the zombie that I used to be.
I can look back and see that I learned from my self-limitations.
I can be here today, and not blame another for my self-limitations.
I can be here today, humble and true.
I can be here today, as another version of the living all.
I no longer day dream of nightmares.
I no longer dread the alarm clock.
I no longer dread looking in the mirror.
I no longer want to feast on the living.
I no longer want to try the cannibal meat.
I no longer want to listen to the devil.
I no longer want to take advice from untruthful sources.
And now this inner fire burns bright it consumes all that seeks to consume it.
It’s a combustion of love.
It’s a light that the zombies fear so much, they can’t bear to look at it.
It’s a light that isn’t limited by hurt feelings.
It’s a light that cannot be compromised.
It’s a light that is our Creator.
The light in my eyes is a reflection of our Creator.
I can look at the world with loving eyes now.
I can forgive my inner and outer demons.
I can forgive all those that seek to control me.
I can forgive myself for thinking that I enjoyed the slavery.
I can forgive myself for the times I sold out.
I can forgive myself for settling for anything less than Creator.
I can forgive myself for the the times I have dimmed my light.
The Creator in my eyes sees what zombies cannot see.
The Creator in my heart feels what zombies cannot feel.
I can no longer in good conscious, all anything dead to have any power over me.
Hey, I am light… take no offence to anyone’s light.
It might be the only light in the room.
Don’t take anyone’s light, personal.
Don’t try to eat anyone light.
Now that we can see what is in the room, we can clean it.
Now that we can see who is dead and who is living, we can adjust.
Now that we are empowered, we are unlimited.
You and I, here and now, standing unlimited.
It’s such a beautiful thought… I hope these words maybe helped crack open the inner light, to see that we can look at zombieland, and not be disturbed, but to be empowered, together, forever, as light, shining ever eternal, pure and as truth.
Love, Indian



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