Integration says, ”Hey I‘m cool man, I‘m alive, I can survive.” And the 28/38 comes along and says, “Yeah, but isn’t there more? There has to be more. It can‘t just be that we are here just to survive.” This is the thing that makes this force so extraordinary. And it‘s mutative, it‘s individual, it‘s in the pulse. At any moment the struggle can end. It ends in purpose. It ends with a corollary or an addition to the “I am.” It is the great “because.” Oh, how human beings are addicted to “because,” it‘s funny.

So the “I am” becomes “I am here because,” oh how good that “because” feels. This is the power of the force of the 28/38, the power of this struggle for purpose, to give the monotony of turning on the wheel some glamour, some romance, and some art. For me, this is how the savage got dressed up. It’s beautiful in a way, this play, this drama, this movie.

What is purpose, after all, but a costume that you wear? In Design we call it your Profile, your Cross, to get there, to find your “because.” And in doing so, moving further and further and further away from the basic I am, that basic I am that says, I just am, and that‘s my glory. The ancient primitive “I am now,” this is it; nothing else. This is the “I am” that says, I need no purpose, I am purpose. And the 28/38 says, not enough. I‘ve got another mutation for you, not enough; “I am because”; and everything changes.

The collective and the tribe are very uncomfortable with individuality. It fucks things up. It really does. And the moment that the individual “because” becomes a general mutation, the collective has to deal with it, has to learn a new trick. Old dogs hate new tricks. And the world is always changing. And because this is art, it is never fixed. It’s not like the pattern of logic. It’s not like the experiential history. It‘s art; the art of being human.

I try to teach you a new art form, the art of being a nine-centered being, this “because.” It‘s an art. And when I say that, to understand that the most deeply creative thing you’re ever going to do is to discover you. There is nothing more creative. And in doing so, a new artifice emerges. For me, this is all a drama. There are good actors and actresses, and there are poor ones. There are great scripts and there are lousy scripts. There are wonderful sets. There are all kinds of things. It is a drama, after all. And we are characters in this play, each and every one of us; characters without distinction is the world, homogenized characters, the flotsam and jetsam of the background of any kind of drama who never get to be stars, who never get the good dialogue, who never get the big credits.

The whole consciousness movie is the same thing. I’ve watched the history of purpose. There is no absolute in it. It is just the driving mutative force constantly driving individuality towards its ultimate expression, which is its own uniqueness through its own Inner Authority. This “I am,” we are characters. How well do we fulfill the potential of these characters? You look at your Cross, your Profile, how well do you fit into that costume, because we are given within the mechanics of Design where this purpose leads to.

And without it, if you don’t find your “because,” and look at the world around you, the homogenized world is what people are chasing. They‘re chasing a purpose. Some of it is very, very, very, very mundane just to be able to have enough. But they‘re all chasing homogenized purpose, to be able to put something after that “I am,” it’s not just simply “I am.” This is my reason for being. I am here to—you know; that‘s why so many people end up with religion as their only answer, because they don’t know how to complete this sentence. They don’t know how to go “I am because.” They don’t know where to go. They take all the homogenized concepts that are floating around and they grasp onto it.

Because the way this works in reality out there in the world, this is individuality. It is deeply melancholic. The normal expression of creative purpose is not something that is natural to the not-self. They simply suffer under the pain of being different. And they live with their depression and their depression becomes their “I am.” It becomes their character. It is the sad one. Every story has these characters, the ones that are adrift, the ones that can see no purpose, the ones that can see no meaning, see no value. The ones to which “I am” is just unfair.

~ Ra Uru Hu