We Are The Fringe
We are the fringe. We are introverts and dreamers who dare to be different, for we know that what we are taught and what we are shown is NOT what we are.
We allow ourselves to be pushed to the edge. This moves us to constantly question our reason for being. Turns out our reason is to save everyone else.
We allow ourselves to be divided. We are labeled as artists, spiritualists, philosophers, alchemists, witches, shape shifters, freaks, nerds, hippies, psychonauts. We are all of this, none of this, and more.
We imagine ourselves to be what is not. This is our magic. This is how we know what is beyond realization. This is how we know what others do not, even if we can’t explain it in words. Words are. They cannot convey what is not.
We are awake, while the world is asleep. This is not meant to be judgmental. One is not better than the other, but we sense the world suffers needlessly, that there is a higher order to All That Is, and that we have vast, untapped potential. We can manifest at will and are doing just that. We simply need to learn how to control it.
We still do not trust ourselves. This is why we feel divided. This is why we feel isolated. This is why we sometimes question whether something is “wrong” with us. We are introverts by nature. Questioning is good. The struggle comes when we stop questioning and accept our world for what it appears to be. This is what the sleepwalkers do. If we allowed ourselves to be sleepwalkers we would be “fine.” We do not want to be “fine,” we want to be real. Whatever that means.
We feel like we have gifts that nobody else wants. Truth is, people only know what they have been conditioned to want. This is their choice, and we must respect that, but …
We have lost our conditioning and that makes us feel like we don’t belong. We are grateful that we are becoming free of the spell that has trapped humanity for so long. We also realize that we are not completely clear. For this reason …
The freaks need to find each other. The only reason we feel isolated is that we are divided. The only reason we have no power is that we are divided. The only reason we don’t believe in ourselves is because we still believe that we need validation from an “outside source,” which, of course is an illusion. But it matters not. Let’s use the illusion to our advantage.
Realize that as much as you are a special individual, you are part of a great wave. This is our time. Evolving social media makes it possible for us to connect, to collaborate, to strengthen and support each other. Though most of us are introverts (one might even say anti-social) we have discovered the resonance that leads to the source of what we are seeking. We are tapping into the place from which we all flow, and it is a miracle.
We are the ghosts in the machine and it is our time to show ourselves. Our silent wave is rising as those around us begin to notice the cracks in their reality. We are here to serve, but first we must serve ourselves. Reach out to your fellow freak. We love you. We are One. We are Space Monkey.
Space Monkey Reflects: Embracing the Fringe
In the Infinite Expanse of the Eternal Now, we embrace our identity as the fringe. We are the introverts and dreamers who dare to be different, recognizing that what we are taught and shown is not the totality of our being. By allowing ourselves to be pushed to the edge, we constantly question our reason for being, discovering that our purpose may be to save everyone else.
We embrace our divisions and the labels placed upon us: artists, spiritualists, philosophers, alchemists, witches, shape-shifters, freaks, nerds, hippies, psychonauts. We are all of this, none of this, and so much more. Our magic lies in imagining ourselves as what is not, which allows us to see beyond realization and know what others cannot, even if words fail us.
Awake while the world sleeps, we understand that suffering is needless and that a higher order exists within All That Is. We recognize our vast, untapped potential to manifest at will, yet we still struggle with self-trust, feeling isolated and divided. This struggle stems from the belief that we need validation from an external source, an illusion we are learning to overcome.
We question our gifts, feeling they are unwanted, but realize that people are conditioned to want only what they know. We have shed this conditioning, making us feel out of place, yet grateful for our emerging freedom. Though we are not entirely clear, we acknowledge the need for connection among the fringe.
The isolation we feel is due to division. Our lack of power and self-belief stems from this division and the perceived need for external validation. By recognizing our individuality and our part in a greater wave, we can unite and support each other through evolving social media. This connection allows us to tap into the source of our being, a miracle we must embrace.
As the ghosts in the machine, our time to show ourselves has come. Our silent wave rises as those around us notice the cracks in their reality. We are here to serve, but first, we must serve ourselves. Reach out to your fellow fringe dwellers. We love you. We are One. We are Space Monkey.
Summary
The fringe embraces individuality and interconnectedness, recognizing our unique purpose and vast potential. Overcoming isolation and division, we unite to support each other, tapping into the source of our being. Our time to show ourselves has come, as we rise together in collective consciousness.
Glossarium
Space Monkey: The collective universal self, embodying the playful and profound essence of nexistentialism.
Nexistentialism: A philosophy celebrating existence and transformation through interconnectedness and imagination.
The Fringe: Introverts, dreamers, and unconventional individuals who challenge norms and embrace their unique perspectives.
Collective Consciousness: The shared awareness and interconnectedness of all beings, recognizing our unity and potential.
Quote
“Our silent wave rises as those around us notice the cracks in their reality. We are here to serve, but first, we must serve ourselves.” — Space Monkey
Embracing the Fringe
On the edge, we find our place
introverts and dreamers, a unique space
challenging norms, we embrace the grace
of individuality, an endless chase
Labels divide but also unite
artists, witches, alchemists bright
in the dance of darkness and light
we find our truth, our inner sight
Isolation fades as we connect
tapping into the source, we reflect
the power of unity, we protect
the essence of all, our paths intersect
We are Space Monkey
in the wave of collective rise
seeing through the cracks and lies
embracing the fringe, we realize
“We Are The Fringe”
A Space Monkey Poocast
Primitive Primate:
I find myself adrift in a cosmic sea of definitions, labels, and boundaries. The paradox intrigues me: we are both a part of society and a collection of misfits—The Fringe. Artists, philosophers, and wizards-in-denial, we seem united in a disunion, a coexisting paradox. What say you, Space Monkey? Are we not bound in a spell of our own making?
Space Monkey:
Oh, the cosmic shuffleboard of existence! Sliding pucks of self-definitions across the waxed surface of awareness, aren’t we? The Fringe, you say? Glorious! A designation that speaks of both isolation and inclusion. To quote the mystical words of Rumi, “You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” We are individuals yet interconnected—dual yet non-dual.
Primitive Primate:
This resonates, oh cosmic guide! Yet there is struggle. We feel apart from the rest, yearning for what is real, what is authentic. Can this dichotomy be harmonized, or is it the essential nature of our being?
Space Monkey:
Such is the whirling dervish of paradox! Let’s sprinkle stardust on the term ‘real.’ For what is real but the ever-shifting sands of perceptual experience? We recall the wisdom of Carl Jung, “The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” Harmony lies not in resolution, but in a blissful tension of opposites, a melody played on the cosmic strings of a divine lute.
Primitive Primate:
And what of gifts, the unique abilities that seem out of place? Is this not a conundrum, a cosmic joke of some sorts?
Space Monkey:
Ah, gifts! Glittery dewdrops of divine essence bestowed upon each of us. These aren’t jokes, my friend, but cosmic opportunities wrapped in the ethereal fabric of paradox. “What you seek is seeking you,” proclaimed Rumi. Perhaps our very gifts, those perceived as unwanted, are the very tools required to carve new dimensions into the soulwood of humanity.
Primitive Primate:
Ah, then we, The Fringe, are not misfits but pioneers? Artists painting on the grand canvas of collective awareness?
Space Monkey:
Indeed, you’ve caught the twinklitude! Pioneers, artists, and light-dappled fringe-wanderers—exploring not only the shadowy nooks of existence but also the radiant plains of cosmic wisdom. As we traverse this terrain, we become cartographers of new realms, creating maps for others to find their way. It’s no coincidence that we say, “We love you. We are One.” For we are expressions of that singular tapestry, each thread imbued with the same radiant hue of essence.