One.

I had to elevate my pitch a bit and turn down the knob of pretense. Turning it down to One. Syntonize the self to the rhythm of the galaxies, find my own tune and letting you into the one conclusion that I came to.

One.

One life.
Live it.

One death.
Die it.

See? The English language doesn’t match our reality or the cosmic laws of the universe. You can be living life, but does dying death works? I never heard that before.

Living your death is the most sacred gift bestowed by the universe upon your shoulder. You carry the weight of your own mortality as a way to ablate the wounds of the Universe: this is your mission. Healing the matrix of reality. Healing the universe.

Dying your life is something that only you can do. It is more than a thing to do or to experiment: it is the core of your existence. It’s more than a cheap cliche –living is dying and dying is living– it’s the kingpin where your world was constructed.

The building’s crooked, not for the waves of doom or worries that came crashing upon through the years, but rather because the foundations were not poured and martelled down into reality itself. Right from the beginning, think elementary school, it was set afoot in a plaster of fakeness that moulded the lenses in which you perceive reality. But is it truly reality as it is?

You are the breath that came into existence.
You are the tear that came to be to water the ground of mankind.
Through every breath, you are one step closer to your grave, and one step further from the realm of this dimension.

You are one outcome of any lifeline. You are god, divine nature, divine creature, called forth into this dimension to heal yourself and therefore the world. You are at most, consciousness aware of itself, and a bundle of energy navigating every vector of the universe, at worst.

You exist forever, but only made aware of a few short periods of time.

Love is so powerful for it subdues us continually in a state of awareness. We become closer –more attentive– to what is surrounding us. Same with death. Or illness. Those are great amplifiers. They amplify our attention to the things that make us aware of the now.

And therefore, a life without awareness is not really a life. What is does constitute life, anyway?

Awareness. Awakedness. If you breathe for a long time, but never loved, never cried, never started from 0 and made something out of this world, never had a broken heart and never broke a heart, are we sure that we can still call that living?

This is what is sold to us at great length, using all kinds of plots and tactics to make us fall for it. More airbags, more comfort, more care, more monies, fewer cronies, more pills, more technologies.

”You’ll live older!” Yes, but are we sure that what makes the tenets of a good life is found at the intersection of the arc of our life falling back down and our original starting point? The A-to-Z of breaths? I don’t think so.

We are indeed facing a pandemic of absurdities and lies. Living was never apart of the length of our lives, but rather the intensity of it. A life lived fully aware and awake will always be better, longer, fresher than the one lived under the influence of sugar and drugs. You better live 500 days trying to survive on a sailboat than 5000 hours on a couch listening to Netflix. To hell with surviving: this is a deathmatch between you and the cosmos, and you aren’t here to play games and living at the edge of boredom.

So how does one become aware of itself? Proximity to death (extreme sports, a good example). Meditation. Contemplation. Working-out. Dating a psycho girlfriend. Kidding on the last one. But you get it: the things that society tries to remove are the things that make us feel alive, and therefore, well, makes us alive.

In 2020, in this New Normal, you are not allowed anymore to get sick. In a few years, it will be the removal to do anything deemed too extreme, such as driving your own car. Or have a job. Or having your own bank account.

We’ll have self-driving car, a basic income payment from the government and all kinds of vaccines and pills to fight back the natural need for a human being to become alive. A zombie apocalypse.

This pandemic that we are facing has nothing to do with eradicating a virus, but it is rather an attempt to eradicate life out of us. Do not let that happen. There’s a life out there ought to be lived. There’s a beautiful life out there. Go out there… at the wild edge of your existence… and find the one thing that makes you vibrate.

JP