Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas and Happy Kwanza!
Life is what we make it, whomever we think we are, whatever tragedies we want to wear, whatever hurts and slights and perceived failings, none matter now. Let it go and just get into the moment. This is the time to be grateful and appreciate the fabulous, priceless, indescribably rich gift Jah give to us all. Don't miss one precious second.
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
The Way Out
Since the dawn of human history, people have experienced stress. True, I wasn't there in this particular envelope, but having a Saber Toothed Tiger breathing down your neck would definitely have been stressful. Although, there was enough of this same Soul there to recall I was stressed to the max from being yanked around by my hair at spear point by a male intent on exercising the rites of mating.
I would define stress as anything that takes you off the track you must travel to survive, including momentary, intermittent or long term, extreme derailments. It is invisible, the kind you experience in your mind concerning some personal situation, so ethereal, fleeting or ambient ... it is almost always unrecognized as stress, rather than some of the myriad mainstream unpleasant conditions people cling to like thumb suckers' blankies. The marketing departments of the Pharmanatical personhoods tell us stress is a disorder - for which they have copyrights on the curing agents, all of which will riddle you with addictions if you continue to pursue the lifestyles of Present Shock, but stress is not a disorder, it is the contagious, infective and exacerbating agent for all disease. Cure, by the way, is not the same as Heal. Cure only suppresses symptoms, to Heal is to cleanse the body entirely of that which causes symptoms in the first place.
At its root, stress is a diversionary tactic performed by the representative-self against some deep, meaningful insight you were closing in upon when something negative bursts in unannounced, pushing aside your Higher Intelligence. You have to watch out for that if you are trying to get somewhere. Some stress free somewhere. Invisible, internal stress and its accompanying side effects will wrack your body and soul making it impossible to get anywhere at all.
That place we really want to be is the place where you float along calmly throughout the entirety of your suns and moons, adding or subtracting by choice input from external forces, wanting for nothing, at odds with nothing, in awe at the wonder of it all and driven with right purpose while performing natural acts of compassion and seva wherever it comes across your radar.
We wonder why it is that this isn't always the goal of our species. We wonder how it is such a species exists in this world alongside us, while the entire reason for us to be here is revealed as soon as the representative-self disappears out back for a smoke.
We marvel at the extent of misery caused by that other part of the species, the shocks and upendings this other (they look like us, sort of, common language, sort of, common physical issues, sort of) species has wrought and continues, rapidly diversifying and expanding the misery playbook at the speed of light as we speak, with no plans to call it a wrap. OH NO, never, its real goody lies directly at the heart of the exponential economic growth mission as the basic requirement for superpower supremacy . You've noticed rather recently numerous peace loving nations who would never go to war are being quickly drawn into the ring.
It occurs to me we are seeing not only too many wars (Hey, now, why war at all! C'mon!), we are seeing the frenzy of escalation building towards the superpowers' war to end all wars. And this escalation appears as something we may have secretly suspected all along, likely never spoken aloud, but thought "No, that can't be it, that's absurd, these are grown men and women, elected officials" ... Yes, I am speaking of the unspeakable, The Superpower Testosterone War. Isn't that why this petty, diabolical phase is called cold war? And hot war would then be when blood flows in the gutters? Unh huh. This long drawn out cold phase is classic softening the target. We've seen it before and before that. The problem is superpowers and Wannabe superpowers resist softening which brings out all manner of insane, conflicting reports made more insane by comments from the trolling lost tribes of the Walking Dead.
The planet is certainly large enough to support numerous empires, it is incredibly self-destructive to expend the extremism required to undertake being the sole empire and most especially when in order to actually achieve such an unnecessary goal, they place all nations at extreme risk for annihilation. Perhaps this is how they like to live. Perhaps they have no idea what to do with themselves if not this?
Wouldn't that be a stupid way to go ... paranoid and immature, high on stress, blind to the bigger picture. Taking sides was never a thought, born and raised on one side only, where curiosity and intuition were blunted in the womb. Disastrous from the get go. Even in our own lifetimes we've seen it over and over, enough so that the "lone nuts" all tatted up and pierced, have grown so comfortable with mass slaughter the media uses these lost souls as cover for the real thing playing out on another level.
We pray they all undergo an extraordinary religious experience immediately and get hip, their stress melting away like Lao Tzu riding his horse off into the forest. It could happen, too, as our abused Mother Earth buries, drowns, starves and bakes her inhabitants. Mother Earth certainly knows how to handle abusers.
Anything could happen. At any time ...
There is no such thing as "too late to turn it all around".
If you are carrying stress around your neck like a burning tire, just take it off, stop, look and listen. The minute you lighten your load and cast out the representative-self you will be free. It really is that simple. If you can envision yourself without the waterboarding of consumerism, popular thought, musts and shoulds, your self-imposed life sentence is instantly commuted to join the natural world absent the Illusion and their nightmare fantasies.
After that, my suggestion is to stay out of the way.
Far out of the way.
At first the Tao had no name. Words are not eternal.
Let me describe these distinctions.
Because of words, there are distinctions.
There is left, and there is right; there is relationship,and there is duty;
there is discernment and there is discrimination;
there is competition, and there is struggle.
These are called the eight virtues.
Beyond the six realms of heaven, earth, and the four directions, the wise accept but do not discuss.
Within the six realms, they discuss but do not pass judgement.
In the Book of Spring and Autumn, the chronicle of ancient kings, the wise pass judgement but do not question.
When there is division, there is something which is not divided.
When there is questioning, there is something beyond the question.
Why is this?
The wise keep their wisdom to themselves while ordinary people flaunt their knowledge in loud discussion.
So I say,"Those who dispute, do not see.
-Chuang Tsu, Chapter Two
I would define stress as anything that takes you off the track you must travel to survive, including momentary, intermittent or long term, extreme derailments. It is invisible, the kind you experience in your mind concerning some personal situation, so ethereal, fleeting or ambient ... it is almost always unrecognized as stress, rather than some of the myriad mainstream unpleasant conditions people cling to like thumb suckers' blankies. The marketing departments of the Pharmanatical personhoods tell us stress is a disorder - for which they have copyrights on the curing agents, all of which will riddle you with addictions if you continue to pursue the lifestyles of Present Shock, but stress is not a disorder, it is the contagious, infective and exacerbating agent for all disease. Cure, by the way, is not the same as Heal. Cure only suppresses symptoms, to Heal is to cleanse the body entirely of that which causes symptoms in the first place.
At its root, stress is a diversionary tactic performed by the representative-self against some deep, meaningful insight you were closing in upon when something negative bursts in unannounced, pushing aside your Higher Intelligence. You have to watch out for that if you are trying to get somewhere. Some stress free somewhere. Invisible, internal stress and its accompanying side effects will wrack your body and soul making it impossible to get anywhere at all.
That place we really want to be is the place where you float along calmly throughout the entirety of your suns and moons, adding or subtracting by choice input from external forces, wanting for nothing, at odds with nothing, in awe at the wonder of it all and driven with right purpose while performing natural acts of compassion and seva wherever it comes across your radar.
We wonder why it is that this isn't always the goal of our species. We wonder how it is such a species exists in this world alongside us, while the entire reason for us to be here is revealed as soon as the representative-self disappears out back for a smoke.
We marvel at the extent of misery caused by that other part of the species, the shocks and upendings this other (they look like us, sort of, common language, sort of, common physical issues, sort of) species has wrought and continues, rapidly diversifying and expanding the misery playbook at the speed of light as we speak, with no plans to call it a wrap. OH NO, never, its real goody lies directly at the heart of the exponential economic growth mission as the basic requirement for superpower supremacy . You've noticed rather recently numerous peace loving nations who would never go to war are being quickly drawn into the ring.
It occurs to me we are seeing not only too many wars (Hey, now, why war at all! C'mon!), we are seeing the frenzy of escalation building towards the superpowers' war to end all wars. And this escalation appears as something we may have secretly suspected all along, likely never spoken aloud, but thought "No, that can't be it, that's absurd, these are grown men and women, elected officials" ... Yes, I am speaking of the unspeakable, The Superpower Testosterone War. Isn't that why this petty, diabolical phase is called cold war? And hot war would then be when blood flows in the gutters? Unh huh. This long drawn out cold phase is classic softening the target. We've seen it before and before that. The problem is superpowers and Wannabe superpowers resist softening which brings out all manner of insane, conflicting reports made more insane by comments from the trolling lost tribes of the Walking Dead.
The planet is certainly large enough to support numerous empires, it is incredibly self-destructive to expend the extremism required to undertake being the sole empire and most especially when in order to actually achieve such an unnecessary goal, they place all nations at extreme risk for annihilation. Perhaps this is how they like to live. Perhaps they have no idea what to do with themselves if not this?
Wouldn't that be a stupid way to go ... paranoid and immature, high on stress, blind to the bigger picture. Taking sides was never a thought, born and raised on one side only, where curiosity and intuition were blunted in the womb. Disastrous from the get go. Even in our own lifetimes we've seen it over and over, enough so that the "lone nuts" all tatted up and pierced, have grown so comfortable with mass slaughter the media uses these lost souls as cover for the real thing playing out on another level.
We pray they all undergo an extraordinary religious experience immediately and get hip, their stress melting away like Lao Tzu riding his horse off into the forest. It could happen, too, as our abused Mother Earth buries, drowns, starves and bakes her inhabitants. Mother Earth certainly knows how to handle abusers.
Anything could happen. At any time ...
There is no such thing as "too late to turn it all around".
If you are carrying stress around your neck like a burning tire, just take it off, stop, look and listen. The minute you lighten your load and cast out the representative-self you will be free. It really is that simple. If you can envision yourself without the waterboarding of consumerism, popular thought, musts and shoulds, your self-imposed life sentence is instantly commuted to join the natural world absent the Illusion and their nightmare fantasies.
After that, my suggestion is to stay out of the way.
Far out of the way.
At first the Tao had no name. Words are not eternal.
Let me describe these distinctions.
Because of words, there are distinctions.
There is left, and there is right; there is relationship,and there is duty;
there is discernment and there is discrimination;
there is competition, and there is struggle.
These are called the eight virtues.
Beyond the six realms of heaven, earth, and the four directions, the wise accept but do not discuss.
Within the six realms, they discuss but do not pass judgement.
In the Book of Spring and Autumn, the chronicle of ancient kings, the wise pass judgement but do not question.
When there is division, there is something which is not divided.
When there is questioning, there is something beyond the question.
Why is this?
The wise keep their wisdom to themselves while ordinary people flaunt their knowledge in loud discussion.
So I say,"Those who dispute, do not see.
-Chuang Tsu, Chapter Two
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Raining in My Heart
And now, my dearest allies, those people who visit and leave a multitude of feelings, inspirations and personal thoughts and connections - for which I am always so grateful, people from near and far who read here for whatever reasons and leave without commenting, but take away something helpful or consoling with them on their journeys, we come together again because its time.
We are weak and on our knees simply trying to comprehend the accelerating suffering from coast to coast and country to country which, as we have known has been simmering for centuries and now reaches the boiling point.
Since I was a little yout, I never got the "why" part. Why beat down the downtrodden? Why create circumstances to deliberately divide us? Why make hard that which is naturally easy, what was it, what is it, they can't see? It follows, of course, that those early years would not have been smooth. But still, they formed me and were imbedded more deeply every single day in one way or another. My crime was holding ideals that differed radically from too many others' ideals, that is, if they held any genuine ideals at all.
I can't say I've changed much in that category. Truth always mattered more, although it commonly comes at a high price. One must be able to convince the medium from which truth comes to you that you will accept it with no repercussions, an impossible feat. The first repercussion is your normal curiosity for truth. And curiosity makes you think which makes you feel a way. It can not be helped.
I am sure anyone reading here already knew the repulsive truth about torture many years back. They thought we would forget it with the passing of time, our attention long diverted with school shootings, cyber hackings, privacy leaks and abject consumerism as if "all that was so then" in the same way Bill Cosby might think about his past behaviors. Only now we are presented with a damning report years after the fact and already its being run through the dairy queen dispener. Yes, its Christmas under the tree for the damage control industry which are as you know, ruthless professionals in Timing is Everything whose hands are permanently stained with the stigmata of global misery. Instead of apology they race to deny. They threw this report at us to get those criminal, lippy protestors to knock it off by shifting the spotlight. We're in Present Shock, remember? Where everything happens at once?
I can't breathe.
I want to speak to them directly and let them know WE can't breathe. We can't eat, we can't speak. We can't live, we can't weep because we know their stock in trade and brace ourselves while inside our tortured hearts we are praying they get hip.
But you know, they don't see it that way. They have a vision that they are untouchable, a uniquely superior example of our species, a more perfect person. So remarkably special, revered and powerful, so right, so clean in conscience, communication of any sort with the slightest potential truth might accidentally slip out is not allowed. It appears truth was made illegal and the ruling kept secret because damage management was on vacation in some private blackjack suite high above the golden avenues of Fat City.
The divide is wider than the distance between Mother Earth and Uranus which means it is extremely unlikely we will see any of these white face Ken dolls fess up and get with the program.
The program, (you know the program, you are the program) is and always has been DO NO HARM. There are a million, billion, trillion subheads under that title, including all sizes and manner of beautiful, truly Godly acts of compassion and seva.
I will make it simple for them by saying truthfully, all they have to do is recognize we are all one. Yes! Pan Species Diversity. Without the game, we're all the same. We breathe as one.
There is nothing, NOTHING, less than absolute ZERO, ever to be gained by allowing ignorant prejudice, vanity and testosterone fueled anguish to dictate action.
Raining in My Heart:
Post title from The Best of Slim Harpo
Excello Records, recorded: Crowley, Louisiana,
November 1960
Photo c. Yahoo/Pinterest
We are weak and on our knees simply trying to comprehend the accelerating suffering from coast to coast and country to country which, as we have known has been simmering for centuries and now reaches the boiling point.
Since I was a little yout, I never got the "why" part. Why beat down the downtrodden? Why create circumstances to deliberately divide us? Why make hard that which is naturally easy, what was it, what is it, they can't see? It follows, of course, that those early years would not have been smooth. But still, they formed me and were imbedded more deeply every single day in one way or another. My crime was holding ideals that differed radically from too many others' ideals, that is, if they held any genuine ideals at all.
I can't say I've changed much in that category. Truth always mattered more, although it commonly comes at a high price. One must be able to convince the medium from which truth comes to you that you will accept it with no repercussions, an impossible feat. The first repercussion is your normal curiosity for truth. And curiosity makes you think which makes you feel a way. It can not be helped.I am sure anyone reading here already knew the repulsive truth about torture many years back. They thought we would forget it with the passing of time, our attention long diverted with school shootings, cyber hackings, privacy leaks and abject consumerism as if "all that was so then" in the same way Bill Cosby might think about his past behaviors. Only now we are presented with a damning report years after the fact and already its being run through the dairy queen dispener. Yes, its Christmas under the tree for the damage control industry which are as you know, ruthless professionals in Timing is Everything whose hands are permanently stained with the stigmata of global misery. Instead of apology they race to deny. They threw this report at us to get those criminal, lippy protestors to knock it off by shifting the spotlight. We're in Present Shock, remember? Where everything happens at once?
I can't breathe.
I want to speak to them directly and let them know WE can't breathe. We can't eat, we can't speak. We can't live, we can't weep because we know their stock in trade and brace ourselves while inside our tortured hearts we are praying they get hip.
But you know, they don't see it that way. They have a vision that they are untouchable, a uniquely superior example of our species, a more perfect person. So remarkably special, revered and powerful, so right, so clean in conscience, communication of any sort with the slightest potential truth might accidentally slip out is not allowed. It appears truth was made illegal and the ruling kept secret because damage management was on vacation in some private blackjack suite high above the golden avenues of Fat City.
The divide is wider than the distance between Mother Earth and Uranus which means it is extremely unlikely we will see any of these white face Ken dolls fess up and get with the program.
The program, (you know the program, you are the program) is and always has been DO NO HARM. There are a million, billion, trillion subheads under that title, including all sizes and manner of beautiful, truly Godly acts of compassion and seva.
I will make it simple for them by saying truthfully, all they have to do is recognize we are all one. Yes! Pan Species Diversity. Without the game, we're all the same. We breathe as one.
There is nothing, NOTHING, less than absolute ZERO, ever to be gained by allowing ignorant prejudice, vanity and testosterone fueled anguish to dictate action.
Raining in My Heart:
Post title from The Best of Slim Harpo
Excello Records, recorded: Crowley, Louisiana,
November 1960
Photo c. Yahoo/Pinterest
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Things are not what they appear regardless of what you are told.
Attention: Love Tribe
Don't miss this rant.
I've been offline for a week, not by choice. One of those times when the device was a few years past due for replacement and was ignored. A wonderful world suddenly opened as the full moon came upon us, so much life to be experienced, so much to digest, contemplate and meditate upon, I highly recommend getting away from the web at least one week out of every month if not more often.
Meanwhile, A new system shockingly came into my hands, running WIN8. Yes, I am extremely grateful, but it will take weeks to get it down. I never used an iphone so this touch screen concept is kinda weird. When you turn it off, the screen is smeared with fingerprints. Makes interesting wall paper. ... not
There will be mini-posts here in the interim. Hearts and hugs to all.
Don't miss this rant.
I've been offline for a week, not by choice. One of those times when the device was a few years past due for replacement and was ignored. A wonderful world suddenly opened as the full moon came upon us, so much life to be experienced, so much to digest, contemplate and meditate upon, I highly recommend getting away from the web at least one week out of every month if not more often.
Meanwhile, A new system shockingly came into my hands, running WIN8. Yes, I am extremely grateful, but it will take weeks to get it down. I never used an iphone so this touch screen concept is kinda weird. When you turn it off, the screen is smeared with fingerprints. Makes interesting wall paper. ... not
There will be mini-posts here in the interim. Hearts and hugs to all.
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