The anti Russians Bolsheviks (👺🧃) killed ca 55,000 Chinese a day, totaling to ca 80 million, between the years 1958-1962 indirectly via the Bolshevik installed dictator Mao Zedong, in the great Chinese Famine.
So China knows very well who the 👺 🧃are and the current war is between Israhell and China, not between the US and Iran.
Your kids in the West will never learn about this massive massacre orchestrated by the same people that today control all of Western school systems.
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We move through this world like pilgrims passing through a dream. One town becomes another, one identity dissolves into the next. We call it a career, a marriage, a heartbreak, a victory, a spiritual search. But underneath all of it, the soul remembers something quieter: I am only passing through.
And every traveler, no matter how wise, becomes lost from time to time.
There are moments when the road disappears. Moments when suffering clouds perception so completely that we forget who we are beneath the costume. The mind begins grasping for certainty, for maps, for signs. And then, sometimes very gently, guidance appears.
Not always as thunder or miracles.
Sometimes as another human being.
A stranger who says exactly the sentence your soul needed to hear. A teacher who arrives without announcing themselves as one. A lover, a child, a mystic, an old friend, a homeless man on a bench, a grandmother making tea, someone whose eyes seem to look through your story rather than at it. For a moment, something ancient shines through the human form.
In the East they speak of beings who incarnate not to dominate humanity, but to remind humanity of itself. Not saviors in the hierarchical sense, but mirrors. Lanterns along the road. Souls who have remembered the game while still participating in it.
Because the deeper spiritual paradox is this: the guide is never truly separate from the traveler.
Consciousness wears countless masks. Sometimes you are the lost one in the desert. Sometimes you are the one handing water to another. The universe keeps exchanging these roles endlessly, lovingly, until eventually you begin to recognize the sacred theater of it all.
Ram Dass often pointed toward this dissolving of separateness. Beneath personality, beneath status, beneath fear and ambition, there is only awareness encountering itself in different forms. The guru, the friend, the enemy, the healer, the beggar, all become part of the curriculum for awakening.
And perhaps what we call “higher beings” are not always supernatural entities descending from elsewhere, but consciousness expressing itself through certain humans with unusual clarity. Humans through whom love flows with less obstruction. Humans who momentarily interrupt the hypnosis of modern life and remind us:
You are not merely this frightened ego trying to survive history.
You are something vast pretending, for a little while, to be a person.
The traveler eventually discovers that the path itself was the teacher. Every encounter was initiation. Every loss carved space for deeper compassion. Every guide was a temporary finger pointing back toward the same truth.
Home was never a place.
It was a state of remembering.
#RamDass
@elonmusk If demons dislike Hitler, and they do, then I like Hitler, without the need to know anything about him.
Deterministic causal antagonism (DCA).