The Silly Monkey Seen From the Ant Farm by greggechols Blog entry

I remember the moment when my next-door neighbor’s grandson told me there wasn’t a Santa Claus. I was probably nine or ten years old; he was a year or two older. Thing was, he had a teenage brother: this brother dispensed facts and truth-busters quicker than you can say lickety-split. And so, one afternoon there on Rogers Hill in San Marcos, Texas, my world was burst open.

Of course, I refused to accept this new story. There was no way my mom or grandma could be Santa Claus. Why, I even remembered the Christmas Eve a year or two prior, when I heard the sounds of reindeer hooves on the rooftop while Santa was in the living room dispensing our gifts. I knew Santa Claus existed.

So it is, in these writings of Marciniak I see that a similar revelation exists for the human race. Things are not what they seem to be. And, as I read these passages, I am beginning to catch on to the greater picture.

The predominant energy on this planet siphons your belief systems according to its own will. It directs incredible flows of energy outward, and this energy is alive…We are not here to say who is right and who is wrong and who is who within the hierarchy. We simply want to bust your illusions, to pop your balloons about what you have been led to believe. We do not want to say that it is wrong; we simply want to suggest to you that you think bigger. (p. 35)

So I have this image as I read this passage: we humans, the populace of the planetary race, here on this bubble, this enclosed planet; and it is similar to a bunch of ants in one of those enclosed plastic domes—an ant farm. These ants are on their farm: imagine them coming up with all kinds of studies, all kinds of research, determining their origins; who they are, where they came from; how everything in their universe came to be. They are in this plastic dome, sitting on a table in a child’s bedroom, where they’ve been for months.

That’s us. That’s our situation here on earth: we think we have the answers; we think we know—but we don’t. We haven’t a clue. And, as Marciniak’s writings show us, it’s as though the information we’ve used to determine who we are and where we’ve come from has even been manipulated! We’ve been coerced—by our own race, and through these other energies—into believing who we are and what we are doing here.

I see, now the truth behind what Terence McKenna was “told” during a session with plant teachers many years ago: “The history of the silly monkey is over, one way or another” (Grof, Psychology of the Future, p. 320). Even the plants are telling us this—the time and space of us living in this idea of who we think we are is over. And, either we begin to do something about it—or it will be done for us. Simple as that.

It’s the most interesting image for me: that of us, here on this isolated planet, so convinced that we humans are scientifically and methodically “proving” all these theories about who we are and what is happening here on this planet. It’s like those ants. If they only knew! We have such a limited amount of information to be working with, and it won’t get any better until we’re able to transcend this range of consciousness and expand into a wider sphere.

So now that someone here inside this bubble is realizing that we aren’t able to properly inform ourselves—that it will take outside influences—what am I to do? I think accessing my dreams is one way to help: certainly, working with the spirit of plant teachers is another. I guess my ability to recognize this material is a result of my work over the last few years. And, who knows: maybe the plant kingdom is trying to convince us of some truth we can’t see. Heck: Maybe the gods are the plants!

Believe it or not, that isn’t too far-fetched an idea. I had a meditation last year and came to this realization: that the plant teachers are working so hard to teach us right now because we came from the plants; they are our creators, and we are coming home.

All you are feeling is the result of you coming alive and awakening to your hidden potentials. The wind is whipping around, showing you there are great stirrings in the air. The gods are here. You are these gods. (p. 37)

To feel the wind whipping through my hair is a glorious feeling: and it reminds me that there is, indeed, something much greater going on around us than we have been made to believe. Time is not what we imagine it; this world is certainly not what we imagine it; and, our lives are much greater than any mother or father, teacher, president, or pope has ever told us. And that means we’ve got work to do, each and every one of us.

We must take responsibility for this new knowledge and begin to live outside of the framework that has trapped us for eons. We must begin to consciously remove the mental bars to our minds that have kept us from living—truly living. We can’t let the precepts of society and the world keep us from “thinking outside the box” or thinking on a universal scale (not global!)—maybe, even galactical scale! What has been thought for us is no longer serving us, so it’s up to us to do our own thinking. I am ready for this. I am ready to be awake in each moment to handle this new responsibility.

Are you?