Walking among us are many dead. We take them for the living because of the masks they wear. Beware becoming one.

Suffering the follies of the living dead brings disenchantment. Being sincere, while surrounded by them, risks ridicule as "naïve."

Yet if we wish to be fit dwelling-places for the profound,

if we want to keep our human faces, we must bear disenchantment, and suffer such disgrace.

For only pure hearts taste the treats of true, honesty, while the living dead think they're consuming chocolates yet taste but dust.

Those living dead experience, at most, a fleeting glimpse of the Light that's manifest in the best moments of the good.

You may trust this, that in the hidden places of their hearts, the walking dead still envy us.

Enlightenment, salvation if you prefer, turns not just the tasks we accept, but those we shalll not undertake. For the good, that is our lot. We accept it for Love's sake.

So much in the modern world runs counter to the heart. Much effort's made, money spent,  to make us love what we ought not.

Unfettered capitalism spawns wars for profit, at human cost. Those who enrich themselves on carnage think they're wise and worldly, that rest of us are fools.

In truth, these are the most hopeless of the lost: among the living dead, the lowest of the low, those who break Love's Rules.

Heedless greed brings destruction to the planet. Those who grow rich destroying Nature, view themselves as clever. And those of who still care? We are deluded, they smugly tell each other, as they throttle power's lever.

But they are the ones whose eyes are blinded by an opaque mask.

What can living hearts do, faced with the cynical and rich, faced with the living dead? What is our sacred task?

Resist at every opportunity!

Refuse to fight their wars!

Like alchemists, make day from night.

Refuse to be seduced by Greed, that Unholy Bitch!

Refuse to accept evil and destructive jobs, however much it they pay. You'll get by anyway.

Even for the hopeless and destitute, there remains a choice, striking out directly, sacrificing all. Others throughout history have done no less. Is our generation somehow exempt?

Don't you see why good hearts joyfully pay the cost? Because their living Spirit's pact with Love they've kept and for the sake of what they might become.

Only through enduring pressure, and by their own resistance, lumps of coal turn to  diamonds.

Only by opting out of evil can our spirits shine like suns.

Would you let your spirit fade to black?

Would you too become one of them, even now, while the day may yet be won?

Would you too wake one morning to find yourself no longer with the quick, but shuffling with the living dead, with no way back?

The very thought should make you sick.

Resist! Resist! Resist instead!