07-01-2016, 03:28 PM
As I am sitting here having my first coffee of the day, I am wondering…
What does it mean to be a Rogue?
It certainly isn’t being part of the X-Men team or being an IMF agent on the run, that much is for sure.
It certainly isn’t a nifty Star Wars saga either and even though all of those three stories are pretty cool, they hold no context in our present reality.
So what does it really mean to be a Rogue?
I believe that the very first trademark is that a Rogue has defined his or her own reality, independent of what others may think, believe or follow and even though a Rogue may join a group of other Rogues – thus Rogue-Nation – the very notion of being a Rogue is his or her own, respectfully shared with others.
When looking at it that way, I can only describe what a Rogue is for me, as each and every one of you also have a very personal description of what it means to be a Rogue, which I hope you’ll share.
I’ve titled this post “Citizen gone Rogue“as it represents what ‘I believe’ a Rogue represents, or at the very least explains why one has become Rogue; once again, described through what these eyes have seen and what these ears have heard.
For one, I believe that as a Rogue, I am a Citizen of the World. I was born on a planet that’s on the third row from our Sun. Why should it matter which part of the Earth I was born on? .I happen to be born in Canada but I could have been born in Russia, China, India or Somalia…any of which would have sent my life into an entirely other direction. Why is that? Labels.
So I believe that as a Rogue, I no longer need to believe in Labels. Labels are a control mechanism set in place by those in power to divide us, in any way they can.
It all started with the Color Label, identifying groups and delimiting territories and oh that worked so well. Living on different continents wasn’t enough already to divide us. Division is Power to those who implement it. Countries. Provinces and states. Counties. Municipalities. Agglomerations. Neighborhoods and Gangs. Then You. Yes, the little ‘individualized’ you – That’s the goal. Alone, you can’t do squat. Still, they have us believe that, as a ‘society’ It doesn’t really matter where we were born. We are labeled as to where you live. Don’t believe me? Think Ghetto, New York and tell me if Yellow is the first color that comes to mind. Ironic that a color does come to mind. The first think that should come to mind is American. But as I said, they’ve played the game well.
But if that wasn’t enough, they’ve thrown in more divisions.
Let’s talk about the Religious Label. That one’s a masterpiece. I don’t want to get into more divisions between us so I’ll just say that for most on this planet, the Label applies as to where we were born, sadly. It’s more of a geographical Label – again – than an actual choice. But as I said, that one’s a masterpiece.
If Color and Religion wasn’t enough already…and let’s not forget that the goal here is to compartmentalize you inside a little box that only says ‘ Me’ …then why not throw in a little Gender Label here and there. That’s the new trend.
Let’s have a look at the LGBT Label as it’s become a Label to hate on, much like the Religious one or the Color one.
Here’s a question for you; Do Labels make us love one another or hate one another?
Ask a Christian in a Muslim country. Label. Ask a Black person in the Bronx. Label. Ask a Homosexual that is about to be thrown off a roof top. Label. Ask a Palestinian or an Israeli. Label.
Why? Why should it be that way? Because those at the very top for whom we are a threat as a group but a joke as an individual entity have been planning this for centuries through p.o.l.i.t.i.c.s. The Ultimate Plan.
It does not matter if you live where being a Lesbian is accepted or not. You now feel the need to stand up and say ‘ I’m a Lesbian and I want to live like everyone else’. Haven’t we heard that before from other Labels? Does the name Rosa Parks mean anything to you?
We are presently having debates for gender washrooms. Yep. Where does a Trans go? He/She has the right to his or her own…right?
Here’s another question for you? If we have to ask for a ‘right’…doesn’t that mean that we have limited rights? To me, it does. So who holds all the rights?
But let’s stick to Labels. How about the Mental Illness Label? If you don’t think that this is a Label, I recommend spending a bit of time in a Psych Ward near you. Depression kills more people every year than any other sickness. Now remember, being dead does not necessarily mean being buried or cremated.
Unhappiness is at an all time high. And Big Pharma just loves it. Don’t get me wrong here, when needed, medication has its virtues. Personally, it did save my life. But why does unhappiness stick around, no matter what we try. Because, way inside, we know the world is not as it seems. Way inside, we know that we are no longer free.
The best slave is the one who does not think he’s a slave. They eradicated slavery? Oh the irony. No. They universalized it, under everyone’s nose. You are Free ! Free to buy land, a home, a brand new car, that boat you love, those travels you enjoy…free free free to work your ass off to pay them off. Until. You. Die. Think on that for a minute.
Labels.
Playing politics? Yeah..it’s like playing chess but you always remain the pawn. Blue or Red? Left or Right? Democrat or Republican? Liberal or Conservative?
Which Label do you allow yourself to fit it? Freedom of choice. Two solutions. It’s a great system, win or lose, you ALWAYS lose. Haven’t you noticed that yet?
Labels.
You’re allowed protesting if you wish to do so. Allowed as long as you don’t push it too far or you’ll get your face bashed in. Small groups preferably as big huge groups will get you arrested, pushed around, beaten or killed. If you can’t hate each other enough with all those divisions they’ve given you, they’ll help you with that. It’s part of the plan. 1986 Ring a bell?
Labels.
The Millenials. Yeah, that’s the latest Label for our youth. Play video games, spend your days on facebook, play on line games, stay within the confinements of your ‘Me’ box. Turbulent in school? You’re a kid, you are no longer allowed being turbulent. Ritalin. Big Pharma wins again. Obey. “They Live” Ring a bell?
Labels.
Morpheus from the movie “The Matrix” wasn’t that far off. They don’t want to turn you into batteries but they want to turn you into being complacent. Individually free and individually happy. Comfortable. Complacent. While you’re not. You've been thrown an illusion over your eyes and ears. Big time.
Anecdote. Once there was a dog sitting on a porch and every once in a while, the pooch would howl a little bit. A neighbor came by and asked its owner why the dog – which seemed to be sitting comfortably - why he’d let a howl out every now and then.
The owner replied that the dog was sitting on a nail that was sticking out. Wasn’t hurting it enough to move sideways but just enough to let a little howl out here and there..
What does it mean to be a Rogue? Loaded question. But I could answer as to what it could mean...And do tell...What could it mean to you?
To me...
As a Rogue, I no longer wish to believe in Division Labels. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I no longer wish to believe in Corrupt Politics. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I try to see the bigger picture, the real one. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I no longer wish to sit on a nail. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I no longer buy the individuality game. It’s hard but we try.
“One of the Few, the Proud, a Rogue.”
A Citizen gone Rogue.
.
What does it mean to be a Rogue?
It certainly isn’t being part of the X-Men team or being an IMF agent on the run, that much is for sure.
It certainly isn’t a nifty Star Wars saga either and even though all of those three stories are pretty cool, they hold no context in our present reality.
So what does it really mean to be a Rogue?
I believe that the very first trademark is that a Rogue has defined his or her own reality, independent of what others may think, believe or follow and even though a Rogue may join a group of other Rogues – thus Rogue-Nation – the very notion of being a Rogue is his or her own, respectfully shared with others.
When looking at it that way, I can only describe what a Rogue is for me, as each and every one of you also have a very personal description of what it means to be a Rogue, which I hope you’ll share.
I’ve titled this post “Citizen gone Rogue“as it represents what ‘I believe’ a Rogue represents, or at the very least explains why one has become Rogue; once again, described through what these eyes have seen and what these ears have heard.
For one, I believe that as a Rogue, I am a Citizen of the World. I was born on a planet that’s on the third row from our Sun. Why should it matter which part of the Earth I was born on? .I happen to be born in Canada but I could have been born in Russia, China, India or Somalia…any of which would have sent my life into an entirely other direction. Why is that? Labels.
So I believe that as a Rogue, I no longer need to believe in Labels. Labels are a control mechanism set in place by those in power to divide us, in any way they can.
It all started with the Color Label, identifying groups and delimiting territories and oh that worked so well. Living on different continents wasn’t enough already to divide us. Division is Power to those who implement it. Countries. Provinces and states. Counties. Municipalities. Agglomerations. Neighborhoods and Gangs. Then You. Yes, the little ‘individualized’ you – That’s the goal. Alone, you can’t do squat. Still, they have us believe that, as a ‘society’ It doesn’t really matter where we were born. We are labeled as to where you live. Don’t believe me? Think Ghetto, New York and tell me if Yellow is the first color that comes to mind. Ironic that a color does come to mind. The first think that should come to mind is American. But as I said, they’ve played the game well.
But if that wasn’t enough, they’ve thrown in more divisions.
Let’s talk about the Religious Label. That one’s a masterpiece. I don’t want to get into more divisions between us so I’ll just say that for most on this planet, the Label applies as to where we were born, sadly. It’s more of a geographical Label – again – than an actual choice. But as I said, that one’s a masterpiece.
If Color and Religion wasn’t enough already…and let’s not forget that the goal here is to compartmentalize you inside a little box that only says ‘ Me’ …then why not throw in a little Gender Label here and there. That’s the new trend.
Let’s have a look at the LGBT Label as it’s become a Label to hate on, much like the Religious one or the Color one.
Here’s a question for you; Do Labels make us love one another or hate one another?
Ask a Christian in a Muslim country. Label. Ask a Black person in the Bronx. Label. Ask a Homosexual that is about to be thrown off a roof top. Label. Ask a Palestinian or an Israeli. Label.
Why? Why should it be that way? Because those at the very top for whom we are a threat as a group but a joke as an individual entity have been planning this for centuries through p.o.l.i.t.i.c.s. The Ultimate Plan.
It does not matter if you live where being a Lesbian is accepted or not. You now feel the need to stand up and say ‘ I’m a Lesbian and I want to live like everyone else’. Haven’t we heard that before from other Labels? Does the name Rosa Parks mean anything to you?
We are presently having debates for gender washrooms. Yep. Where does a Trans go? He/She has the right to his or her own…right?
Here’s another question for you? If we have to ask for a ‘right’…doesn’t that mean that we have limited rights? To me, it does. So who holds all the rights?
But let’s stick to Labels. How about the Mental Illness Label? If you don’t think that this is a Label, I recommend spending a bit of time in a Psych Ward near you. Depression kills more people every year than any other sickness. Now remember, being dead does not necessarily mean being buried or cremated.
Unhappiness is at an all time high. And Big Pharma just loves it. Don’t get me wrong here, when needed, medication has its virtues. Personally, it did save my life. But why does unhappiness stick around, no matter what we try. Because, way inside, we know the world is not as it seems. Way inside, we know that we are no longer free.
The best slave is the one who does not think he’s a slave. They eradicated slavery? Oh the irony. No. They universalized it, under everyone’s nose. You are Free ! Free to buy land, a home, a brand new car, that boat you love, those travels you enjoy…free free free to work your ass off to pay them off. Until. You. Die. Think on that for a minute.
Labels.
Playing politics? Yeah..it’s like playing chess but you always remain the pawn. Blue or Red? Left or Right? Democrat or Republican? Liberal or Conservative?
Which Label do you allow yourself to fit it? Freedom of choice. Two solutions. It’s a great system, win or lose, you ALWAYS lose. Haven’t you noticed that yet?
Labels.
You’re allowed protesting if you wish to do so. Allowed as long as you don’t push it too far or you’ll get your face bashed in. Small groups preferably as big huge groups will get you arrested, pushed around, beaten or killed. If you can’t hate each other enough with all those divisions they’ve given you, they’ll help you with that. It’s part of the plan. 1986 Ring a bell?
Labels.
The Millenials. Yeah, that’s the latest Label for our youth. Play video games, spend your days on facebook, play on line games, stay within the confinements of your ‘Me’ box. Turbulent in school? You’re a kid, you are no longer allowed being turbulent. Ritalin. Big Pharma wins again. Obey. “They Live” Ring a bell?
Labels.
Morpheus from the movie “The Matrix” wasn’t that far off. They don’t want to turn you into batteries but they want to turn you into being complacent. Individually free and individually happy. Comfortable. Complacent. While you’re not. You've been thrown an illusion over your eyes and ears. Big time.
Anecdote. Once there was a dog sitting on a porch and every once in a while, the pooch would howl a little bit. A neighbor came by and asked its owner why the dog – which seemed to be sitting comfortably - why he’d let a howl out every now and then.
The owner replied that the dog was sitting on a nail that was sticking out. Wasn’t hurting it enough to move sideways but just enough to let a little howl out here and there..
What does it mean to be a Rogue? Loaded question. But I could answer as to what it could mean...And do tell...What could it mean to you?
To me...
As a Rogue, I no longer wish to believe in Division Labels. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I no longer wish to believe in Corrupt Politics. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I try to see the bigger picture, the real one. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I no longer wish to sit on a nail. It’s hard but I try.
As a Rogue, I no longer buy the individuality game. It’s hard but we try.
“One of the Few, the Proud, a Rogue.”
A Citizen gone Rogue.
.
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