Why don’t you want to be free?

Cafe Locked Out

Why don’t you want to be free?

What are they offering you that is worth so much that you will hand over your greatest universal gift . . . Yourself.

When this was all starting, when the Government told us they were going to have to temporarily constrict our freedoms, for the greater good, I had people stating, "Oh we were never free."

Really?

Around the world, in many countries, this freedom that you won’t recognise, is the destination of many people’s dreams.

Every day, on the beaches of Southern Europe, the bodies of these people lay washed up on the sand; their insufficient boat forever lost underwater and their quiet eyes open, with you, peering down at them, their last permanent view of freedom.

Not too long ago, you didn’t exist.

Where did you come from?

How did you get here?

No one really knows, but regardless you made it. You beat countless other sperm frantically racing to reach this light, just like these refugees, but the one who not only woke up, but woke up as an Australian, was you.

So what happened to all your greatness?

Your promise?

When did you hand over your passionate will to live?

How did they convince you to voluntarily become a slave?

For that’s what you’re doing. You are choosing enslavement.

Is your house really worth it?

Is your job?

Is your family's status worth it?

For the reality, if you have a family, is that you are rearing free range prisoners. And at some point, they will realise that, and all of the gifts you will offer them in compensation for their liberty; the stuff you earned through compliance, will be seen by them for what they are; A gilded cage that you built.

On every corner now there is a camera. In the supermarkets they watch you, on the roads. They listen to you via your phones. You know this because when you say something obscure like Kayak, suddenly on your social media pages they are selling you canoes. They are open about their plans to remove your cash, and not only are they censoring your speech now, online and in the work place, but they are preparing, for your safety, to take this online censorship to a whole new level of silence.

And if they told you to wear a mask again, even though you know that they don’t work, you’d wear it, wouldn't you? You’d gag yourself and then gag your children.

These elements are a prison being built around you, and you know it. And as the walls continue to grow higher, you, the real you, the one who fought the entire weight of the universe to reach here, the you who beat impossible odds, will move deeper into your soul, to a secret place where you will find, if you haven’t already, a level of loneliness, so sharp, that at your funeral, your ghost will know that hardly anyone seeing you off from the pews, will even know who you were.

This is a choice. You are not a victim; you are a collaborator.

Kindly, many are offering you an excuse to hide behind, “Oh they’re not awake.”

But you are awake.

What you are is what you know you are, a coward. And cowards aren’t victims, for it is all a choice.

Questions:

What are you actually afraid of?

How is your life enriched by giving into this fear?

Do you really not care about the next generation of Australians?

What is it about freedom that you don’t see any value in?

Or is it because you don’t feel worthy of enjoying the greatest freedom of all, the freedom our culture used to offer to everyone, the freedom I believe you were sent here to reach, and that freedom is the freedom to be you.

And you don’t need to read philosophical novels to reach you, nor do you need to take a course in empowerment, or listen to a liberating speak. You just have to yearn for it, push through the thin fear of being jugded, so you can willingly accept the blessing and responsibility of being you.

Why else did you race to reach here? For history teaches us that slaves never run towards their chains. Or, sadly, are you the exception?

Was your actual goal to find a job that you felt was pointless, and get fat doing it, while buying shit that you knew ( as you were paying for it, probably with credit) would never fill that gnawing and growing hole within.

Imagine reaching your end, your final days, and realising that for all your initial fire, you never really reached 'life.' 'True life.'

You won the great race, and you came very close to liberty, but instead of allowing yourself to soar towards the spectrum of your potential, of your awaiting possibilities, you just putted through the light, with the real you hidden safely behind your eyes, like a tourist observing your unfolding tale through a glass bottom boat.

Since primary school they have been trying to control you, attempting to secure you behind the inner bars called; “What will they think of me if I do that?”

Well now they are perfecting that cell, and the next Australians might never know anything else.

And the only one who can liberate them, and yourself, from that future, is you.

Therefore, like it or not, humanity is offering you a critical choice; you can join the side that needs you. The side that knows that you could be an essential part of humanity’s most important generation; the liberators, the heroes who together stopped the madness, and then using courage and critical thinking, restored dignity and fairness to the world.

Or, you can continue on your current path, where by following what you know are lies, and spreading them too, you will eventually melt, irrelevantly, into the herd of people, that, if those who want to control us win, by capitalising on your cowardice, will be forever known as humanity’s greatest shame.

Michael Gray Griffith