Shackles

There are metaphorical chains upon our hue-man beings, found in several places. There are invisible chains collared around the neck, a ball and chain clamors around the feet, and hands, at times, are bound to taking. The mind is shackled by its notions implanted and cradled as if they were personal possessions.

This prison appears to be made by our own hue-man device of ‘holding on’.  Should we deem shackles so precious in this world as to love them more then freedom? Has ignorance been bliss for so long, that the tough road to freedom is seldom ventured? I am reminded of a chained animal trying to escape its bounds. It runs, pulls, jumps, and attempts to break free over and over, only to be pulled back to the holding post. Are hue-mans different from this? It is said in Tarot metaphor that the chains upon the man and womb-man are worn loosely around the neck, and for some odd reason, they do not remove them. Are hue-mans addicted to being bound. Is freedom too hard to endure? Can the world find change if it continues in the stance that ignorance and, not knowing real individualistic freedom, is a blissful state?

Freedom is often misconceived as egoistic license to be a narcisstic junkie. This is not the freedom that liberates. The 
mundane always has its divine and higher expression. Freedom 
to rage in another's face is not the same as freedom to soul-fly.