Just like when you dip a strawberrian into chocolate and it alters the experience of the strawberrian from its original format, so do barbarians change when they are dipped in pure love. Once a barbarian is dipped in pure love they are changed forever, never the same. This is the evolution of barbarians in love.
I was born a barbarian into a barbarian world; a world full of hate, and the struggle to imprison its inhabitants in various levels of restraint in prisons without walls, as one might think of them.
Like a good barbarian, my instincts were to feel bad when I didn’t get what I wanted and desire to smash anything I didn’t agree with. I was brainwashed and trained isolate myself from others who did not think like me, to believe things that were not true, and in some cases, would fight to defend the falsehoods, even to the death, if necessary.
Then, one day I awakened from the fog and I began to look at the world from a different perspective. From this vantage point, I could see (though not clearly, yet) the prison planet and the machine that ran it. It was hard to believe, as such thoughts are only the meat of science fiction or the rantings of madmen, or so I was led to believe.
The prison planet is so vast, well-conceived and the construct executed with such a high degree of intensity and precision, that the barbarian prisoners have no idea that they are prisoners at all. Even though they are provided a clue, if only they could see that the prisons of the barbarians are microcosms of the prisons which they themselves are held captive by. Only their prison is not constructed of concrete and steel.
Our prisons are constructed externally by borders, but more importantly, the most powerful weapon of restraint used by our jailers is our own minds, which are socially-programmed from birth.
There is a way out of the barbarian prison, and its simple enough. All you have to do is to open the door and walk out, if only you had the key. You might be lucky enough to spy an open door and see it as an opportunity to escape. So, you raise enough courage to make a break for it.
On your way out the door, you are attacked by prison guards who you never noticed before. They wrestle you to the ground and restrain you, and drag you back into the barbarian prison, where they feel safe, and call it, “home.” They’ve been so acclimated to the prison life that they cannot conceive of living life any other way.
You can leave the prison, but you must have the key, and you must do it alone. Once outside the barbarian prison walls, you will find others who have made it outside as well. Kind of a ragtag bunch but growing in numbers.
Love is the Key
Barbarians in love can walk right out. Bathed in pure love, and allowed to evolve, changes the barbarian matrix altogether, you can unlock the door at will, and exit the prison, and once you do, things will never be the same. Oh, sure, you could return to the prison and turn yourself back over to the authorities. Some people even slip in and out of the prison undetected.
Then, there are those who are finding their own ways to survive and thrive outside the prison walls, and their numbers are growing.
Regardless of what you believe the state of the world is today, one day you (or future generations) will look back on this present day, knowing this was our barbaric age of human history.
When the population outside the prison reaches critical mass, there will be no more need for the barbarian prison at all, and it, and all the people, the system, and the machine will fall and crumble to the ground.
This is the new evolution of the human spirit which is breaking free from the prison and making its way to a better, love-filled world of peace, liberty, and prosperity, the likes of which cannot be imagined within the prison walls, except for the fanciful daydreamers, science fiction writers, and madmen.
Welcome to the other side.
You are the evolution.