You don’t wanna know. Humans don’t care, which is why everything is now so visibly insane. But they still rather hold on to fear and be helpless. Still not searching real knowledge. So nobody understands enough to be able to see what’s really happening.

Instead of what we need more of, avalanches more of, instead of what it takes to make things right, ~ instead of growing wisdom, the goodness is dying out, together with intelligence. There’s hardly any left.

Even when some good is created, it’s then infiltrated by the ruling tyranny. By now, but since long, most of all humans accept and what they then co’generate is fear. …fears of all sorts. It’s stress!, which deteriorates the human health, and that’s how it proceeds to kill, because humans don’t know life without stress, and therefore they think it’s a normal part of life, even though in civilisation there is no wild unexpected dangers, but all the co’created nonsense due to no real true education of wisdom. Even history is more lies than truth.

The Good Is Dying it feels like

… in all ways on all levels.

Her skin is burning, something keeps bursting from within again. Perhaps all the hurt that she keeps swallowing every moment. Theres just too much of it, and especially for someone who cares so much about everything and everyone. She truly is one of those few, that humans should cherish. There surely is a disharmony in the fact that humans don’t cherish anything, not even the earth they live on, and that even though there isn’t any better planet. They’re both dying.

Yet in a heard of a species so careless and disconnected, you can’t do anything alone, and nobody listens to understand. And when nobody believes in anything sane anymore and let’s their whole brain and entire lives be run by their self-created remix, made from all what comes out of the loudspeakers of all mainstream media in their lifetime, then what could you even want from such sheeple?

She is alone with everything, even when there is millions of people around. Nobody knows because nobody cares. Though she is that rare kind who will stick by you through anything and share her very last. Even though the whole human world that surrounds her, only has words for that kind of love. No one truly cares about anyone, ecxept for their little mini me that most of them have at least one of, and then even there they’ll be more fond of one than the other, so they only know some strange egoistic imitations of love. Of course that is then also not love at all at the end of the day.

She is clearly in the wrong world for her. She knows that love is unconditional.

Is this why the good go first? Because the good can’t sustain their physical version of personal and seemingly independent body, their human body, because of the beatings their psyche keeps getting from the rest of us all, from their very own human species. They can’t lie, so at some point they just can’t convince themselves that they want to be here anymore, and so all the man made stress kills them. And from there on we watch them dying without even noticing, because our species have been dumbed down through the ages, slowly but surely to a best said Slightly Retarded Species.

Her face burns, something is bursting from within through the skin. Perhaps all the hurt that she keeps swallowing. It’s all over her face, but she fights not to be bothered.

But each time she looks in the mirror, the sight always makes a shocking sensation inside.

Please wake up!