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Hear the words of a hater and listen to the thorns. Yet, move up-close and experience the fragrance of a rose. I am Mike Bhangu.

This idea of a life-long mortgage doesn’t make sense. Why? Well, my life is worth more than half an acre with a structure on it. Without hesitation, I’m willing to give a decade. Perhaps then, enough youth with remain to experience the one life and the one world.

Perhaps, I’ve lost my senses. Maybe, I tripped and bumped my head against the ivory tower and knocked myself unconscious. Or perhaps, this is the nuance of the infamous. Or maybe, this is the plight of the good-hearted.

On this particular page of tomorrow’s history, ideal conditions only half be, and sadly, I’ll never see the places my dreams see. My mortal deficiencies prevent me from sitting with Guru Gobind’s Warrior-Poets and Plato’s Philosopher-Kings. Nothing is gained by wanting social change. In today’s day and age, against the grain, the trolls of suffering and pain become friends and enemies. But what else am I to do? It’s the furthermost purpose. Besides, I’m forever built like this. It’s in my cultural genetics—genes designed behind a veil of ignorance and given by the Khalsa’s consciousness. One ally and it’s the Universe. Check the history, an anomaly. Starry-eyed and standing. I ask—is anyone else with eyes starry?

I’ve searched high and low for the remedy to enter me. I’ve searched high and low for the right frequency to be with me. I searched high to light my mind and energy. I searched low to know the dark in me. All this I did for harmony. All this I did for the immortal me. All this I did and found I have stardust in my shoes, yellow in New Orleans’ blues, water on the moon, and inside me, the primal celestial tune.

If born amongst diamonds, a person will translate and shine. If born orbiting, a person will translate and rise. If born in the air, a person will translate and fly. But born to the artificial hardships of the 21st century and the upside-down popular beliefs, a person is simply passing time before they die. The temperament of the human creature is to become and to befall the environments around her or him. This is a truth no woman or man can outrun. Can someone please tell those who rule the manmade world? The human has the potential of a demi-god.

Love God and love all God’s creations. If you’re lucky, The Source will send The Spirit. Sat Guru truthfully teaches and can activate The Word within. The Word’s resonance allows the “I” to experience the absolute reality. Through the mind of a mystic, union with The Great Architect can be achieved. A permanent love, in the truest sense, can soak through to every gene and every inch of a person’s being. Salvation can be yours, and the first step is to be.

Like a snowflake that never melts—like a tornado that doesn’t swirl—like a lightning bolt fashioned in the workshop of an angel—the soul is more. The true “I” is built as a demi-god.

Answer me this my fellow humans—are we really on this earth to work an eight-hour shift, to have the productions of our blood and labour taken, to live pay-cheque to pay-cheque while balancing on a line of credit, to give forty years to a mortgaged existence, to sweat for the system when the financial chains will remain regardless, and to thirst strictly for the weekends?

I don’t want to live and die a lie. So I sacrifice... I try... I live against the wind and pretend to fly.

Please rephrase my presence to illustrate persistence. Please rephrase my presence to illustrate resistance. With the ups and downs of a realist’s existence, please rephrase the sentence to illustrate indifference.

My beliefs and my wants are not the same as popular thought—those built inside the box. Mine, built and born outside, are known to throw uppercuts.

Most people wait until retirement to think about the ideas I tackle.  I couldn’t wait that long.  What good is the truth when death knocks at the door? I desire to live truthful so I knocked first.

Through public policy, we can journey down a road less traveled. Through public policy, we can remedy the many problems. But first, public policy should be written to serve the public. Regrettably, the politicians fiddle while we, the new Romans, slowly turn to ashes.

The world can be a better place. The problems that plague are manmade. However, the people able to elevate human living, those few with the resources, influence, technology, time, and power, are preoccupied with something else, or they benefit from the status quo. Nothing else can explain their lack of action. Or perhaps, they lack the vision. If the latter is correct, the solution is simple, read my work. But if the former is so, which I think is true, then there is little hope for the common people. Unless of course, God intervenes and pushes the reset button to this video game called life. Or the people affected by the backwardness mobilize and retake their natural rights.

Born of steel but taken by the Iron Age. The Divine Lion is locked in the body cage.

We’ve turned. We’ve turned on our beginnings. We’ve turned to hurt the Mother of all earthly things, such as the seas, trees, lions, leaves, penguins, people, and chimpanzees. Dematerialized, we are forever family, including even fire, ice, and flying things.

Every human being is born with an inherit responsibility to make this world a better place. Until one fulfills this duty, he or she hasn’t truly lived.

Perhaps, those who wish for change are afraid of the loneliness and the ridicule that comes with questioning what most people believe is absolute. Maybe, they’re afraid of losing their material holdings in the battle to introduce the truth. Or perhaps, they’re yet to overcome the many sensual pleasures long enough to challenge and improve the world. Whichever it may be, I experienced all three, so I understand the obstacles that prevent the mind from challenging. To challenge is to sacrifice the mind and body. But to know and not step into the boxing ring is blasphemy.

To endeavor to understand the truth is like sparring bare-knuckle with confusion, frustration, and pain, or like entertaining the feelings of Van Gogh the moment before his demise. But to understand is like dancing with the emotions of Einstein when he discovered mass and energy have a bond, and to understand is to conquer the material world without unsheathing the tempered blade or firing the cannons.