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Intoxicated Spirits

Hitchhiking from my Grandma's (my first home) to my 'actual' home (my Mom's), I got a ride from one Intoxicated Crew of three grown men. I wanna say, drunk, but to be nice I'll reserve my favourite word for another time. I was inspired, somehow. You know how they say drunk (oops!) people are the most honest? Lies! Drunk people are the the most alive. Okay, maybe not. There is this level of Spirituality that Intoxication takes people to, helps people reach. When people are high on whatever substance(tangible and/or intangible), they are at their best, or worst. They come in contact with the contentment of Self realisation, acceptance. And, to those of us who are there, we know that that is where power and everything Self, lies. I realised today, and maybe subconsciously before, that we become our 'better' Self-s when we have a driving agent, something that stirs our souls, redefines our being, and causes us to act - accordingly. Yes, one might argue that intoxicants like alcohol or any other substance may drive people to do what is deemed wrong or criminal. Well, that might just be their level of spirituality, destructive as that can be; we become who we become because of who others are. As Kanye West puts it, "It's like I'm fighting to be me...but I have to live to fight, because it helps everyone else to be who they wanna be..."

We like calling ARTists konscious, throwing the word around and excluding others from it like konsciousness is only for those who understands concepts like history, culture, etc and their content. We forget, or choose to ignore that it's all levels, spiritual. We aren't all for the same course, the journey perhaps, because you know, humanity. Maybe if the Human Race was to get drunk, instead of creating limitations for itself (with those who have reached 'levels' leading that particular task), the world might become a 'better' place. I mean, if you had your dose, and I had my dose, if we all had our doses, just then, maybe peace.

My Sermon today: go get drunk! Go get your dose, get high and once your soul is on fire, become and unbecome. Get high and start living. Do what makes you tick. Tap into your konsciousness. Levels. Levels. Find your Spiritual Intoxication.

Thobela.

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