"Smart" People

The San Francisco Bay Area is infested by what I’ve been calling “Smart” People. They are easy to pick out. They only care about status and how they’re perceived by others. Money and Technology are their Gods. Many work in the tech industry. They drive the same exact model Tesla (with 5 different color options to choose from, for variety). They have a group think mentality, handed down to them through left wing talking points. They bow to authority at every opportunity. Black Lives Matter, Ukraine, Trans Rights. Whatever they’re told to be upset about is their world for that week. They willingly pay taxes on top of taxes on top of taxes. They can’t make anything with their hands besides coding. Everything in their life is purchased. They avert their eyes when they pass you on the street. They have no color, no life, no pizazz, no soul. They are the embodiment of full ego. I see them as the negative, dark polarity.

Naturally, I hate them.

I see myself as the opposite. Creative, independent, expressive, a Maverick with a love for others. Being surrounded by these “Smart” People weighs heavily on my soul. They are the antithesis of everything I stand for, everything I believe in, and I want nothing to do with them, ever.

You know what that means, right? These people are in my reality, so I am these people. They are me. I resonate with them in some way.

It’s a tough pill to swallow, but that’s what this spiritual journey is, a never ending schedule of horse-sized tough pills. The “Smart” People have presented me with two options. I can squirm like a dog at the vet, or I can open my mouth and take my medicine.

I always choose the latter.

I go straight to the backpack method. It’s a healing device I use to transmute the negative energy in my field. It’s how I do the shadow work. I made a video on how to do it on my Youtube channel, but don’t click away yet. There’s a lot to unpack here. Through this method I can look at past traumas, learn the lessons from them, forgive everyone involved, and transmute any dark, negative energy I’ve been carrying back into light. Afterwards I feel lighter, stronger, and I’m no longer carrying the burdens of whatever traumas had been left simmering in the deeper recesses of my energetic field.

The first trauma I was shown was little boy James standing up for the Pledge of Allegiance in grade school. I didn’t know what I was saying. I didn’t know why I was saying it. All I knew was that if I didn’t stand up, put my hand on my heart, and chant the meaningless speech I was forced to memorize then I would get in trouble. I didn’t want trouble, so I participated in their little indoctrination ritual. Bad move. It taught me to bow to authority. It told me to fall in line or else I would get the hammer. It showed me that sacrificing who I am and what I believe in is much easier than facing the consequences of standing out from the crowd. I took on the lesson. Don’t ever do that again. I transmuted that dark energy, regained my power, and went on to the next trauma.

The second trauma was from a time when I went with my cousins to a water park. We were young and unsupervised, left to our own devices, so it was no surprise that one of us came up with the idea of stopping in the middle of the tube. We wanted to see how many bodies we could plug up before the pressure became too much. I managed to grab hold of one of the seams in the tube and stopped my momentum. The lifeguard at the top just kept sending more kids down, each one slamming into the conglomeration of children, adding to our barrel of monkeys. I think we got 7 or 8 people stuck before the pressure become too much.

Deep down I knew what we were doing was wrong. I knew the lifeguard at the bottom was going to kick us out of the park. I knew we would get in trouble with our parents. Maybe I even knew that the weight we were imposing on the tubes was dangerous. When 8 kids were spit out of the end of the tube all at once, the lifeguard was angry. He sternly told us not to do that again, and I listened. It stuck with me. That day I learned that any fun I wanted to have had to fit within the confines of the wants of Authority. I took that lesson with me and held it for years, until this healing.

Through the Backpack Method meditation I learned that my fun is my fun, and I can have whatever kind of fun I want to have. Sure there are consequences sometimes, but that’s where I have to use my discernment. But one thing is for sure, Authority will never dictate what kind of fun I can have ever again.

The last trauma was from a memory of going to the zoo as a child, back before I started boycotting zoos. I remember seeing all the animals locked in their cages, and because I’m an Empath I viscerally felt the pain, sorrow, boredom, and hopelessness of all the animals. It’s palatable for an Empath. It made me sick. I felt so bad for their poor souls and I vowed never to come to a zoo again. I just couldn’t take the misery.

But the healing showed me a different perspective. The souls of these animals all have free will. At some level they chose to live in the zoo. Their higher selves wanted to learn this way, through restriction, through limitation, through Authority. It was the best way for their souls to learn the lessons that they needed to learn for their souls growth. Were the egos of the animals mostly miserable? Sure. But that’s the energy of the negative polarity. Fear, pain, sadness, these are the negative polarity’s love and light. Those animals wanted that.

After my meditation I felt lighter. I didn’t truly hate these “Smart” People. I just didn’t understand them. Now I do. This is the way they want to learn. This is what their soul needs for their growth. The negative polarity will Ascend, in it’s own dark way, but it will Ascend. My way of Ascending is not the only way. It’s one of infinite ways.

I thank the “Smart” People for showing me where I needed healing. I thank them for showing me what I don’t want, so I can more deftly move away from their energy. I thank them for helping to bring my own energy into balance, and now that they’ve served their purpose I thank them for leaving my reality just as quickly as they showed up.

We are all mirrors for each other, because we are each other. The human consciousness is one consciousness, Dumb, dumber, Smart, light, dark, all of it. The sooner we realize it, the sooner we can heal the shadows that separate us, and the sooner we find our balance and unite as one. But for now we are individuals and if half the Bay Area wants to go for the “Smart” Ascension, well then I guess I’ll Go Dumb. (Yes that’s an E-40 reference. Ooooooh)