TrueLife - The Locust: Swarm, Destruction, and the Archetype of Catastrophe

Episode Date: August 4, 2021

One on One Video Call W/George https://tidycal.com/georgepmonty/60-minute-meetingSupport the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_US🚨🚨Curious about the future of psychedelics? Imagine if Alan Watts started a secret society with Ram Dass and Hunter S. Thompson… now open the door. Use Promocode TRUELIFE for Get 25% off monthly or 30% off the annual plan For the first yearhttps://www.district216.com/The locust is more than an insect — it is an archetype, a warning, a mirror of humanity’s capacity for both destruction and transformation. In this episode, George Monty examines the phenomenon of locusts in nature, mythology, and human consciousness.From biblical symbolism to ecological realities, this conversation explores how swarms — literal and metaphorical — shape civilization, culture, and awareness.In this episode:Locusts as symbols of catastrophe and renewalEcological and environmental implications of swarmsMythological and historical references to locust plaguesHuman behavior mirrored in swarm dynamicsLessons on collective action, adaptation, and awarenessThe language of the world. A new vision, a new understanding, a new interpretation of the unfolding of reality. One on One Video call W/George https://tidycal.com/georgepmonty/60-minute-meetingSupport the show:https://www.paypal.me/Truelifepodcast?locale.x=en_USCheck out our YouTube:https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLPzfOaFtA1hF8UhnuvOQnTgKcIYPI9Ni9&si=Jgg9ATGwzhzdmjkg

Darkness struck, a gut-punched theft, Sun ripped away, her health bereft. I roar at the void. This ain't just fate, a cosmic scam I spit my hate. The games rigged tight, shadows deal, blood on their hands, I'll never kneel. Yet in the rage, a crack ignites, occulted sparks cut through the nights. The scar's my key, hermetic and stark. To see, to rise, I hunt in the dark, fumbling, fear. Spirous through ruins maze lights my war cry, born from the blaze.

The poem is Angels with Rifles. The track, I Am Sorrow, I Am Lust by Kodak Serafini, check out the entire song at the end of the cast. On the topic of swarming locusts, isn't it fascinating? I've been consumed lately with the language of life and that type of language. I think of it as the right hemisphere. the abstract, the goosebumps on your flesh, the true mode of communication, seeing yourself in the other, seeing yourself in everything around you, seeing yourself in the environment, be it a tree or a dog or your daughter or your wife,

or even looking in the mirror and noticing something new for the first time, something beautiful. That's the language of life. Imagine being alone in a field on a beautiful sunny day, off in the distance, a black, buzzing, electric cloud, 80 million locusts traveling towards you at 12 miles per hour. Is it really that different than an angry mob? The locust descend on the field stripping flesh from bone, leaving a trail of famine, plague, and devastation. Erely similar to a mob of angry people, but yet that is only a superficial understanding. Maybe that is the meek inheriting the earth, or maybe it's a call to action. Perhaps it's a warning, or is it an omen?

I guess that depends on if you identify as the grasshopper or the grain. I'm of the opinion that it is the spirit of the earth communicating the concept of infinite possibility arising from circumstances of finitude. On the topic of rebellion, the Hammer Brothers, minority and middle class, or as I like to call them, sledge and jack clearly have the power to pummel the rich and powerful into a pink pasty pile of flesh and hair. Ultimately, that would get us nowhere. The truth is the people on top could rape and pillage and plunder the lower classes in perpetuity if they were not so greedy and so arrogant. If the elite were willing to sacrifice one of their own to the justice system, if they were willing to sacrifice one of their own to a public execution to prison or some other form of justice,

seven years, then the few could control the masses forever. On the topic of revolutionary ideas, nothing will work. All ideas of rooting out corruption by changing people's patterns will fail, be it money, race, or education. The people we hate, the chains of poverty, the unfairness of life, the greedy politician, the criminals, the rapists. That's me and you, my friend. All these things are manifestations of our organism.

and we could no more get rid of them than we could drink the ocean through a straw. It's both heart wrenching, torture, and liberated. The NSA is the monster under your bed, Peter Pan, the Wizard of Oz. I also fear the invisible. We are protected by something we can't see from something we don't understand, culture, and chaos. The greatest superpower is to heal. is to heal not just the physical but also the mental thank you