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The Tree House

Nestled high on a tree top..
Inside my tree house..
High upon a hill..
Away from civilization
Away from the restraints of society..

A society in which is corrupt at times..
A society in which life is only a matrix of robotic forms.
Robotics exist as such..
As do humans that function in their own reality matrix as machine..
Men and women believe they must contribute to this society ..
Only as a business transaction..

A business transaction in the reality matrix ..
That one's life is only based on survival mode..
One must switch a lever to always remain in survival mode.. 
One's life isn't for living..
One's life is for survival..
An intertia of survival mode..
Maintains a narrow view of the matrix on the whole..
Narrow version of robotic forms it is..
Men, women, and machines..
Humans behaving as robotics.
Robotics behaving as humans..

A society in which conditions one's mind..
A conditioning of a mind..
In which will allow one to believe, we are a mere tiny speck of dust..
That lies in this massive universe..

Just a meaningless speck of dust..
A speck of dust in the wind..
Wind blows..
A speck of dust evaporates
slowly but surely..
No longer in existence

A meaningless life..
Filled with only a value of what one can donate to the society..
With much blood, sweat and tears..
We pay dearly for contributing to the society..
The reality matrix of robotic forms..

One cannot hear
One cannot listen..
One can only do..
As society instructs..

On the whole..
The reality matrix is extremely meaningful..
One's life is indeed worth living..
One's life isn't based only on survival mode..

So here I am nestled high on a tree top..
As I enjoy my lovely tree house..
High upon a hill..
Peaceful in every which way..
Serenty is priceless..
Joy is priceless..
Love is priceless..

As I breathe the fresh air of life..
As I glance at my luscious sorroundings..
Consisted of nature and greenery..
A greenery that seems velvet..
Velvet greenery by day..
Shimmering moon by night..
A glistening starry night..
Only the illumination of the moon and the stars..
I feel gratitude..

Gracious I feel..
As i am divine..
Divinity speaks to me..
And I hear..
And I listen..
Here high upon a hill..
In my lovely tree house..

Away from the matrix of robotic forms..

Copyright © Robertina B. | Year Posted 2018

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Gershon Wolf Date: 4/10/2018 7:33:00 PM Profound and refreshing affirmation of life--outside of corrupting society. I appreciate the sentiment and the concept of the 'tree house,' although I hesitate (myself) to give up on society. In fact, I've been able to find islands of purity within the seeming jungle that is Chicago over the past 30 years. Perhaps I have my 'urban tree house,' so to speak. Thank you for providing delicious food for thought! ~ gershon Login to Reply Robertina B. Date: 4/10/2018 8:01:00 PM Thank you so much for visiting, Gershon!! Your kind words and feedback has made my night... Greatly appreciated..

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Date: 4/9/2018 9:01:00 PM Well, this is certainly a very deep read, profound in thoughts and analysis. I have to say, the whole A.I. metamorphosis is travelling at lightening speed and eventually, transhumanism or singularity is going to be the outcome. I was readng the other day...."Neural Implants & the Race to Merge the Human Brain with A.I." spooky but real stuff. Yes, it's enough to make one want to run for a cave or sit in a tree house away from what's approaching... Login to Reply Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Date: 4/9/2018 9:01:00 PM https://www.healthcare.digital/single-post/2017/10/07/Neural-implants-and-the-race-to-merge-the-human-brain-with-AI