who am i

 the real question that lends no credence to truth. I am the most dangerous animal on the planet. who i am is a threat to everyone else here. the world has devised a million ways to stop the fear and threat. socialize and train everyone down to the last child. but we are just who we are, the real self, the one thats cunning and devious and unstoppable. the one that wants and gets what it wants. the one that feels the need and screams with the pain. that is the real me. theres only one and its insatiable and each of us is the expression of it. not the thinker, thats just the direction box, the order taker, the part that made us truly dangerous. we stopped being easily predictable by using our mind. but we also stopped being alive and started being robots. in the world of society its good everyone has been trained and programmed, makes for cleaner streets and better jails, but on this quest, its a solitary journey and anything we dont need gets jettisoned early. the ship needs to reach escape velocity and every ounce of drag needs polished off. its not just me you see its all of us. we are all of it, every feeling every action every thought and desire. we are the entire realm of good and bad right and wrong that anyone is. if someone guts a pregnant woman, I did it, if someone saves a baby from a fire, i did it. theres no separate self, no other doing these things, each of us is rewarded or punished in kind for everything. its not an either or proposition, acting good is no excuse, its a defense for the mind, not the soul. the universe is one organism never stopping never holding back. the truth is alive and expects the same from you.to be everything you must surrender everything including your limitations, your smallness, your inabilities as well as your ability to care about the results of this insanity. what is the goal, the reason you came on this ride. was it to be more of what you are or to become a completely different order of being, one the old you could never be, the truth becomes inhuman, against all possible reason, unreal, the end of me you every separation of awareness vanishes. and the crushing truth overwhelms everything. its all me, every possible thought deed feeling its all one and i am that without end. forgive them? forgive me!i knew not what anyone did until now. what fools to play such small games and lives, when we pay for everything everyone everywhere, take the ride in the biggest cruiser and play the game to the hilt, its your world, your universe, own it, or be owned by it. better to be truth then live a lie, a small lie, a lie that pays for everyones sins. if you think its not true, then you havent struggled with the truth. what is possible, what is true, anywhere in the world, is true in you right now.the same possibilities exist everywhere, the same potential to become your reality. there is no boundary to the being, and you are that, the one soul under every lying cheating murdering loving unimaginable human is the being, the source and end of all existence, the final repository of everything. how can you become that and not experience this, acceptance of all mans good and bad judgements and failings,crucifixions and resurrections. we are the son of god, suffering for everyman, paying the ultimate price for the world we created. nothing is hidden where nothing is forbidden.