Dominion: A Friendly World

by Mark Ivar Myhre on April 11, 2008

One thing I’ve found – when I’m in dominion, problems disappear.  Pain and suffering are non existent.  There is no punishment or blame or conflict.

All is right with the world.

I know  the concept of dominion is foreign to most people.  It’s hard to imagine a world of dominion.

Because we live in a world of domination instead.

I used to hang onto my problems so tightly.  It’s like my knuckles would turn white.  My jaw would get sore.   My back would ache.  I was determined to hold onto domination no matter what.

Not because I was stupid or unevolved. But because I bought into…

The Biggest Lie Of Society.

The lie of chauvinism.

Domination stands on the lie of chauvinism.

I believed I was doing the right thing by suffering and struggling.  I wasn’t trying to destroy the world.  I just wanted to do the right thing.

And I didn’t know about dominion!

Now I do know, so I really don’t have any excuse.  And I still spend most of my time in domination!  After ten years of knowing the sheer ecstasy and joy and thrill of dominion.

Dominion is a state of being.

Well, it’s really much more, but that’s where it starts.

Dominion is your natural state of being.

It’s not foreign to you; or to anyone on this planet.

You knew dominion once.  You knew dominion as a child.  It didn’t last. It never does.  But you did know – however fleeting – the sheer joy of being alive.

It had to be pounded out of you the way it’s been pounded out of everyone else.

You had to learn domination.

You never had to learn dominion, because it’s the natural order.   But now – 20, 30, 40, 50 years later… dominion has been completely forgotten.  And now, at this time, it seems non-existent.

Everyone – everywhere you look – tells you that you must dominate or be dominated.  The Law Of The Jungle.  Only the strong survive.

It’s true.  If you’re in domination, then domination is the only answer.   Domination is the law.   It truly is a dog-eat-dog world when you’re in domination.

Everyone is out to get you.  You really do have to struggle and suffer when you’re in domination.

Your choices really are impotent.

There really is an outside authority.

That’s what domination demands of you.   That’s the price you pay for believing the lie and playing the game.

But I’ve had glimpses of a different world.  A world completely free of domination.   A world where domination doesn’t even make sense.

A friendly world.  Filled with friendly people.  A world where people treat each other with respect; because they respect themselves.  Because it’s the right thing to do.  Because it’s what they want to do.

I’ve had glimpses – and I’ve even functioned out of that world.  At first it was only for a few seconds.  Then I got up to a minute.  Now, it happens for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes at a time.  Someday soon it will happen for a whole afternoon.

Then I’ll step back into the ugliness of chauvinism and domination.

But I know it’s possible to live in dominion all the time.   I believe it’s my birthright.   I believe I deserve it.   Just like I believe you deserve dominion.

I believe dominion is a resonance I can step into any time I want.

Dominion exists as a resonance residing somewhere deep inside me.   I won’t find it by trying to surround myself with friendly people.  No matter how nice they truly are.

It’s not in a far-away exotic location.  No matter how romantic it seems.

It’s not found in nature.   No matter how beautiful the setting.

Dominion is not limited in that way.  It’s not a function of physicality.

Let me leave you with this vision:

It’s like I’m living my life inside an egg.  I am surrounded on all sides by an eggshell.  Outside the eggshell lies the wonderful, beautiful existence of what you might call utopia.   A glorious world filled with adventure… and friendly people.  A world of love.

But all I can see is the wall of my eggshell.  I can’t see, touch, hear, feel or smell the glorious world.  All I know is the eggshell; my cramped little prison.

It hurts.  It’s uncomfortable.  But it’s all I know.  It’s all I believe in.

But it’s just an eggshell.

Someday I’ll have the courage to break that eggshell.  Someday I’ll let go of my little story of pain and shame and struggle and hardship.   A story of the past – a story that keeps the past alive and all-too-real.

I can dream of a world beyond my eggshell of domination… a future world.

Someday I’ll have the courage.

After all, it’s only an eggshell.  The walls of my prison are paper-thin.

{ 1 comment }

Anonymous May 20, 2009 at 12:56 am

that was poetry, man

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