Freewill doesn’t deserve all the blame for the tractor treads on your back. Perception defines the essence of fate and freewill.
May 25, 2020
Maat
Jump out of the fenced area and reclaim your true animal nature by getting rid of expectation and replacing it with expectancy. The freewill of the Absolute-self takes general commands, then manifests them according to the variety of desire that’s unbound by time, metrics, and attachment.
Note : The exact day your prize chicken will hatch is NOT an example of expectancy!
Understand the nature of fate and freewill. A new perception awaits.
In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ recollects his travels as he drove away from the ranch.
Imagine you’re a farmer; the high pitched sun heating your shoulders. You climb to the top of the combine to see vivid golden farmland. Seated securely, you’re free to drive anywhere.
You lean back, reclining to other thoughts, talking to yourself as you dial in 77.7AM on your radio for the XTzu FreeWill show.
Just as you clear the static, you catch the last few minutes…
Freewill is more like a free-range chicken… it’s outside the cage, but decided to stay in the confines of the farm.
((((Cue radio static tuning in))))
Choice only goes so far when you are sharing the universal experience with an infinite amount of other fractionalized souls (who are just variations of small-selves created by your Absolute self).
Yeah, freewill doesn’t deserve all the blame for the tractor treads you’re finding on your back.
Some ranch hands are barren of freewill, and are like mirrors in front of video screens, reflecting documentary films about automated mechanical combines.
‘Fate’ is a time-locked perception that can be reframed as ‘freewill’ when you view it through the ‘here and now’.
Your choices are constantly ran over and reprinted by other Wills. You knew this when you came here. To expect your original choice not to experience this challenge is unrealistic.
Because there’s a traditional way of identifying what a soul ‘should be’, doesn’t mean it’s accurate. Some tractors have more choice than their driver.
A few actually are biological robots without choice, but are here to serve. Go easy on them. I know they’re sport’n the same brand of denims you wear, may have great jobs, be adept at operating heavy machinery, and even have designed new methods to plow their fields.
Truly friends, if your best friend turns out to be a rusty backhoe, it doesn’t have to be a big deal.
Much of your 'understanding about freewill and fate have been provided to you by ‘other Wills’. Re-examine the in-form-ation that came to your student pupil, the small ‘i’, the ego. The ‘eye’ is a lens of time.
Consider the notion that fate and freewill may not even apply to that which Absolute-self has already made decision.
After the dust blows away, what we normally call ‘i’ and ‘we’ are seen clearly as the conjured farm equipment of the ‘small self’. Indeed, the ‘freewill’ distraction is important to contemplate while browsing through Grainger catalogues.
Why? It makes it easier to ask the questions...
The only person you can say has made a soul agreement is yourself.
Automatically thinking that whatever happens to another being is due to a ‘soul agreement’ pre-supposes fate, and lacks understanding of the confines of free-will. The attitude assumes that the ‘who’ the alleged soul agreement was made… actually has a soul. Events, people, and places are not dressed up shows designed only for ‘your’ digestion.
Should a plow be despised?
There are ‘machines’ that are programmed to respond to your articulations. To be ‘hurt and surprised’ upon finding out its true nature is wasted energy.
Can you feel real love for a combine?
Yes, I know, it can be quite embarrassing!
Purpose and Presence don’t resonate together. One is from time, the other without.
[This is what was meant by that Mexi-Mediterranean Jeshua guy (not his brother Jesus Cruz from Mexico City) when he said, “They don’t know what they do”.]
Now, don’t get me wrong, a few of those tracks on your back are due to the choices of your freewill. Regardless, that big brain under your Stetson keeps splattering more shocks of colors on your personal screen. It pretends it’s not programmable as a computer, easily suckered by the illusory-like nature of your wrist watch, and blind as a bat in realizing the squeaks it uses to echolocate are the same ones it uses to think.
Shhhhhh… listen to the self-righteous bark that all ‘evil’, or ‘unfortunate happenings’ are due to the misuse of freewill and choice.
Have these goats been freed from the burden of choice, or have they chose their current moment?
Here in this experience, the awareness that you’ve made choices can be ‘convenient’ to forget.
Moments of presence bring clarity about the larger choices you ‘once made’.
While present, stepping back from the universal fractal allows us to see that even ‘choice’ itself resides in duality, infers a ‘cause’ to an ‘effect’, and is a game we play with ourselves to make the playground ranch experience all the more enjoyable.
You should know that the ‘world’, when seen through squinting eyes views the film as more real than the viewer.
From this vantage, our small-selves incorrectly believe the world is a dust bowl, a bad script, a B movie of deceit, a lie from its inception, a carnival spittoon.
Once the squinting ceases, the ‘world’ is revealed as an incredible playground, one with challenging events that are of service to our Absolute-self.
Those who are unaware they’re suspending their disbelief start to feel like an illusory-like soul, a plastic wrapper, or an advertisement on the floor of a supermarket.
Please! Think twice when you’re told that so-called ‘humanity’ should take ALL the blame. That unruly ‘freewill’ of yours doesn’t always apply to you and your ‘friends’.
‘Humanity’ has dreamt up deep convoluted language to keep us from seeing ourselves for what we are.
One day you have ‘freewill’, the next day it simply doesn’t matter.
[Once I tried to prove that freewill is in all ‘others’, and almost ended up driving around the donut shop for eternity.]
There is freewill… it’s seen as ‘fate’ from behind the distorted sunglasses of time, but known as 'freewill' when you’re in the ‘here & now’.
Now, if you look at all the animals mullin’ around the farm, you’ll notice most just do what they’re told. The rancher commands them through signs, “yaws!”, whistles, bells and smells. They don’t know they’re inside a farm!
This is why the abundant use of the term ‘freewill’ is as unrealistic as thinking you can grow an extra leg.
Wild horses no longer spend time considering their ‘freewill’… or their ‘fate’.
Ha ha! Where do you think you are, on a freewill flight? The small-self has very little say in what things are around them, and who and what they are involved. Who do you think you are! ; )
All ‘small-self choices’ occur within the confines of the great dream, thinking themselves distinctive until emancipated from the light-dark paradigm.
The arrogance of our small-self serves another’s plan when we blame ourselves completely for ‘our’ condition. The freedom of the Absolute-self knows that all circumstances are choices to which it agreed. When it chooses to be in a different place, it is.
When the ‘sins’ of our 'overall wearing forefathers’ do the jig within the dance of light-created-reality, robotic animals are created; symptoms of an action, reactions to another Wills command. A rancher stands proudly in front of you, cattle-prod in hand, and tells you your sins will visit upon generations. Then, allows it to be and calls it ‘freewill’.
What are you going to do about it?
Pigs question the validity of both freewill AND fate.
The Twin Inferno Phoenix rises from the confusion created by our own creations and distorted insights.
Parts of the fence are constructed quite well, but if you look… there are holes one can walk right through.
We stand here, tails wagging, looking out over the easily jumpable ranch fence. It’s time we decided to take our power back.
Out on the farm; dogs have the freewill to wag their tail, pigs have the freewill to roll in the mud, cows can decide how fast they walk to the slaughterhouse, ants can choose not to be ignore-ant. ‘Humans’ can choose to live in the here and now, then metaphorically shapeshift to whatever animal they please.
Radio announcers can bark about whatever they damn well want, and… crows can fly away from the constant bleating of ranchers as they pronounce duality as singularity. That ‘bout sums it up.
Today, this be-ing chooses to be a crow ; )
Let’s fly together over that fence right now.
Anyhow friends, tune in next Friday right here at 77.7 AM for more of the FreeWill channel with XTzu.