The silence of what we do not know. The silence of that which has been deliberately omitted from the educational process. What if . . . what if in the Divine Mind, the Cosmic Mind, the purpose of education was to bring the monad, the individual, to escape velocity in an evolutionary process? What if through some means unclear to us that role was twisted to limit the vast majority to roles as factory and cannon fodder?

This is all, of course, larger than I can get my mind around.

You will find at link below an article and a short video making accessible to a much wider audience information from Carroll Quigley’s Tragedy and Hope. The work is profound. Its importance probably ranks near that of the esoteric teachings of The Wisdom Traditions. This is that vast body of knowledge aligned with realities of systems into which we have been born on the planet so that we have experienced them sort of as a fish might experience water. And the problem is many of us alive today do not even guess the existence of these conditions. Worse, they are even beyond contemplation. (Perhaps that contemplation may be reserved for some future self who returns to the planet to account for the atrocities to which we were/are accessories . . . dunno.) Sometimes it seems to me there may actually be guardians of the lesser mysteries, or perhaps some type of star wars energetic frequencies surrounding information to prevent its consideration by the unwashed masses. Try talking to someone you know about something they do not want to believe and watch their eyes . . . .

Anyhow, link is below. You will find therein access to very important information–at no charge. (That in itself is significant. Capitalism is a planetary religion, yes?)

http://www.joeplummer.com/tragedy-and-hope-101

As to the physical world where dawn chorus of ecstatic spring birds washes over us each morning, where crows meet daily for important considerations, where silver crescent moon drifts down from blue into orange left painted where sun has fallen below woods to the west, and then into dark of night, where fire whispers on logs in stove against the chill of early spring night, where our hearts leap up in beauty, in love, in gratitude and friendship, may you and yours be well. May there be peace in your heart and in the place where you dwell. May you be happy. May you see beauty.

What were the words from Desiderata . . . [I paraphrase] even with all of the confusion and broken dreams it is a beautiful world. It is. I am grateful for this existence I am given.

Namaste