In a discussion like this I always feel out of place, surrounded by people with little real understanding of the unconscious psychological forces that motivate liberal conservative interactions and especially how, on the one hand they are apparently opposite but actually identical at a higher level of understanding. All of the discussions between and against the two sides are animated by the differences and leave the understanding of their identity out of the equation, the part that when missing makes resolution of opposites invisible to one's understanding.
So what are the real facts then and naturally though I am certainly right, we are just going to call this my opinion:
We were born in an oceanic state of oneness of being, no boundary line between the universe and the self, gifted with all the potential for real being joy packed into millions of years of primate evolution.
All of that was shattered by language that as we soon learned that names and divides creating the capacity to think, to attach emotional content to words and ideas, and the potential to be put down and to feel personal shame, and the fear of rejection, to become an outcast and unworthy of love.
In this way we experienced real terror, fear, the mind killer, anxiety so great it can't consciously be tolerated and survive. The only way out was to secretly suppress the will for rebellion or to side with the force of repression. In this way the liberal and the conservative comes into being, hate of the repressor, or hate of the victim, two sides of the very same fear, as well as endless interpersonal conflict.
In this way also arose the desparate need to be right or egotism and arrogance combined, all there so we never again consciously experience our fear, the pain we long ago buried behind an armored ego that denies all feelings of pain and shame closing the door on the potential to remember where we came from and to grieve over our fate and heal.
Instead we create what we fear because we are driven like moths to the flame. Paradice has been lost and we want to get back to the garden. Its loss was our personal disaster and we blindly create disaster in order to magically bring it back, hoping some how unconsciously to avoid remembering the actual disaster that brought us all of our pain. In this way we become machines pinned to the wheel of Karma, actors playing our part on a fantasy stage going merrily merrily down the stream.
The facts then is that there is no one to blame. We are all the same. The enemy you see is yourself. The only way out, to die to the ego of self, to give up the most precious thing that we have, the notion that what we call the good is real. We were never really guilty and that is why someone took it upon Himself to give up His life so you might feel forgiven. All that armor, all those guns and nothing to do but lay them all down and die, to let go and let the pain flood in. Love and tenderness are not lost, they are just deeply hidden.
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