What I Would Say to the People Who Were Cruel to Me
I would ask them what in the hell they were thinking, tell them that I don't play the game of musical chairs, embrace them if they have sorted their soul out in earnest, and move on otherwise
This is a quick follow-up to my article about prejudice.
Why do I talk about “timeless” matters at a time when so much is going on? Because the main reason why the great resetters are so “successful” at their massive abuse is a lack of spiritual pushback. The reason for the lack of spiritual pushback is spiritual wobbliness (fear, dogma, helplessness, guilt, negative tribalism, prejudice, etc.) For the great resetters to start retreating and keep retreating, the “timeless” matters need to get out of the toilet, courage needs to be found (we all have it), love needs to be found (we all have it), and we need to start thinking from the inside. Life doesn’t punish anyone, and neither does the Creator, but physics is physics. All those internal things need to manifest for the great resetters to start melting, like a Bad Witch. Timeless matters are really the most timely matters we can address right now.
What I talked about in yesterday’s article is mostly the “everyday” kind of prejudice, the kind of prejudice that may lead to violence at some point if the wicked magicians at the top choose to lead the spellbound people toward violence—but not right away.
It occurred to me that the most dramatic events of my life also involved prejudice.
For example, when the sex trafficker in China was beating me up (with his feet) in front of two separate crowds of regular citizens, and I saw a strangely misplaced grin on the faces of some of them, it is probably safe to assume that they didn’t identify with me as “their own,” and that my differing appearance, from their perspectives, justified what would otherwise make their blood boil.
Similarly, when two “servants of the state” in the U.S. had me handcuffed to two young Chinese women in a car and took pleasure in causing us pain (while laughing and making racist remarks), it is probably safe to assume that they didn’t identify with us at all but saw as “the enemy” of some kind. Those unworthy foreigners, you know… who cares about them.
When human beings swallow the bait from the metaphorical vampires, they temporarily devolve. Their beautiful soul is still in existence, but they lose touch with it. And then sooner or later, what goes around, comes around, and the game of musical chairs keeps continuing—until more and more players see through the trick and refuse to play.
So I started thinking about those people in Southern China who grinned as I was being beaten up in front of them by a thug. I imagined meeting them today, being placed in a room with them today. What would I say? I think I would yell at them very passionately and inquire with them what in the hell they were thinking. I would tell them it was a really poor choice on their part. As for the guy who did it, I think I would refuse to talk to him unless he genuinely reformed and said “I am sorry, I was very wrong.” And if he didn’t reform, it would be fair for him to be in jail—not to cause him pain but to prevent him from causing more pain.
Other than that, I refuse to play the game of musical chairs. Judgement is not for us, it is for the (non-branded and mysterious) Creator. Life is much happier when the focus is on moving forward with joy.
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Moving on is best. Living well is the best revenge used to be the advice. I think it is a bit frivolous for our current situation.
I realize not everyone is wired this way, but I have basically no feelings about people that have been cruel to me. If I ever got famous and was asked 'what do you say to all the people who doubted or mistreated you now?' or something similar, I would not be able to give a moving or clever answer. I rarely think about it at all. I think this makes me one of the lucky ones, to be honest.