Rambunctious Souls

Rambunctious Souls

by Soren Dreier

Are you one of the: “Freedom loving, fear fighting, pattern breaking, don’t give a shit anymore, sweet, loving, heart pulsing out – Rambunctious souls?”
Be proud, stand strong and keep on keeping on.
True freedom first step is: Not giving any attention to whatever people are thinking of you.
People are breaking out in vast numbers right now of whatever prison they conceive themselves to be imprisoned in and the matrix is coming down very hard.
Either very obvious and direct or by its nasty fabrication of brainwashed unconsciously willingly self-appointed status quo drones, either in your so called friendships, fellow co-workers or family members.
Always ready to bring your freedom craving soul down if its inner tide should pull you away from the most travelled highway, endlessly road tripping the architecture of the “normal blueprint emotional infrastructure pre-designs” for you from womb to tomb. The road to nowhere.
From the minor details to the larger visions you may have for yourself. They are on it. Drones in the skies, drones by the dinner table, drones in the cantina.
In my surroundings and the people I engage with I see them breaking free now. On a very profound scale.
They are getting off of the physiological sofa and are setting out towards new horizons. Without safety nets. Vision driven, heart driven, driven by the sweet taste of freedom, no matter what they would “lack” in matrix commodities.
Following their rambunctions hearts and dealing with their own personal pain in these processes, I salute their courage.
Ever so strong and fierce and yet ever so fragile, the most powerful cocktail your rambunctious soul will ever provide you with.
The Matrix can’t handle both strong and fragile, since the understanding of the concept would require: Empathy. It knows nothing of that emotion.

Looking back at it, we have always had that rambunctious seed, haven’t we? Just one example: The school system.
You are probably like me, old enough not to have been diagnosed with any strange letter combination that would have made you a target for big pharma. Remembering my time in that, I kinda diagnosed them; Boring, no nutritious value, so I wouldn’t eat their programmed so-called education.
Now-a-days it seems like there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims, not that I in any way am advocating the use of abusive violence, not in any way!
But looking back I would prefer a slap on the face to being lobotomized with drugs, which quite frankly leaves you in many states of minds, one being that you really don’t know who your oppressor is. At least we could pinpoint the fascist.
Now they smile and tell the kids they have a condition, a malfunction and zap them out of any rhyme and reason. Clueless poisoning the brain in its most vulnerable state and still in the natural biological/chemical making stage. Parents cheering, “Oooh, our kid’s got a fancy worded condition, how interesting.”
Sends shivers down my spine and tears to my eyes. Wake the f… up!
Random psycho drug violence as a result of this, yes, it would be fair to assume, since they don’t know who the hell to target. The violence on their beautiful souls is committed by cowards disguised as caring persons…no, they’re committing crimes against humanity and going Obama-drone-kill-mode by the effin bravery of being out of range.
Then further on through your life you might have experienced some break-ups, some work that didn’t fit you (now it’s you who have to fit the work, the matrix perk of the recession) shifting location a couple of times and so on.

In other words: You never fit the design, did you?
You know what: You fit perfectly!
The rambunctious seed in our souls always pulled us to the opposite of the status quo, which the matrix would translate to: Confusion, not being centered, irresponsible, and what have we.
The other day a man shouted to me in great anger:
 “Why don’t you grow up!”
I turned around and answered: “You’re yelling at me like a spoiled child”. And he stood perfectly still like he was hit by a hammer. I thought: “Whoa, impact, going to fall to the ground now”.  He didn’t, he laughed. Epic.
What I’m pointing to here is that you have this soul that didn’t fit in.
It really fits perfectly. And people are hearing that fact and waking up to that fact and healing that fact.
I see them moving and rising up now. I honor their courage, disengaging sometimes on very, very dangerous levels for their personal safety, entering uncharted territories without anything except their will to live a free life according to their coordinates. I´m in awe of that.
It’s so brave and for the rambunctious souls it’s the point of no turning back.
If you meet them on your way, be kind to them.
Critical mass time gathering on the inside, folks. Bringing together what has been divided for too long.
Can you feel the influx or are you still trying to maneuver within a confined perimeter? It will not hold. Retreat is not an option.
Go for it……..
zen-haven