The friends who are not friends, rather scammers or other uninteresting control freak weirdos, seem to to be dwindling in mass if not application of bullcorn. This is a good sigh (and sign). Yet, a whack job sent me an outreach on #Messenger that extols to accept his madness. The grammatical articulation is lame and lacking let alone the inside out logic of his assumptions. There are millions of lonely people seeking attention, recognition, and strokes (of any style), eh? Or, what a wise man #Egyptian i know says, “they are looking for a love story.”
In the real world, I work with facts, confirmed, and vetted. In my #creative neo-writing semi-pursuits i work along side #imagination but even this waning awareness stems from life experiences, enhanced, disclosed, leaked, and tweaked.
#Intuition and the general vibe of what to do next are not fixed quotients of #metaphysics. We each find our holy holed filed path depending on a showy treasure chest or buried trash heap of considerations. Ya know, stuff we drag around looking for the #Kahuna of emotive dumps or obsessively pushcart into every touchy circumstance when our hearts are bruised and are spirits delicate. I am for unloading the dysfunctional hollow crude and insuring the thickness of integration. I feel a similar way about rotten people who are users, abusers, too narcissistic, and basically a double drag (not as in queen). Let my people go, then has an adjunct meaning.
Luminosity of the brave #soul is no easy pickins’ and its guarded recipe is not written as a prologue to Moses’s burning bush tablets. My rickety world view is to firmly see we are ALL chosen, including every single hearty living or losing its luster entity in the universe.
Human beings trek along believing they are the utmost special prana consumers in the cosmos. I am unsure why this concentrated species-wide insecurity is afoot. Could be because we are basically bipeds with enervated senses driven by a large two part brain along with a powerful system induced body that is certainly a miracle. The adage you are what you eat has never been more pertinent as we continue to shit in our one nest and forget we are one. Although, there are many who mouth the words of #wholism, it is a disdained unnatural act according to the power lobbyists of gutty greed and wobbly wanabees.
When you blast out the old year and ring in the new, may you take a moment to look around your environs and consider the ramifications of how silly it is we are the only beings on the planet celebrating this passage. All other breathing or inanimate life forms are totally oblivious to our relentlessness to mark time passing and time futuristic with ritualized celebrations.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing . . .” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I do believe this is the first time i offered a #Biblical quote, publicly.
After a two-day on and off consultation with a wise man Egyptian poet and revolutionary politico, we did not solve the angst of humanity, yet, we did nail down relevant specifics. In semi-conclusion, I need to add Sherif and his wife to the list of soul traveling unions.
Poets are enamored with the succinct compared to my stream of consciousness therapy. Surely, those who are not compelled to write every day/night will barely be hip to the dreamy wrenching and potent editing we, the writers, must deliver as willing benign slaves to our own spirit master.
The style I bleat is a filtered rock ‘n roll stream typical of a West Coast higher education while growing up on the San Andreas. I continue to live in a place by the Pacific where earth burps are daily, if one counts those under 3.0. The number of butterflies in the garden and the perpetual cloud designs are infinite. Freedom and independence is a given. My personality is incapable of being led or yanked along on some other’s voyage unless signs are seen and vibes are concurred.
Creativity is a way of psyche survival. If one releases programmed allegiances and inbred constraints and stops buying into the us vs. them then class struggles and injustices are peeled down to their seeds. I have argued for decades those who fight centered in the class paradigm feed the empire’s agenda of victimization.
Being trapped in a social situation be it working, middle, or upper is the rigged game. You receive your seat in the arena and the games begin. My gig is to get off my duff and walk out of the forum built by the unsaid agreement between empire master and fear ridden slave.
It is no coincidence hefty socialists give no regard to a higher power because in reality their disenfranchisement role is not allowed to surrender to faith or connect to the holy linkage of life. Isolated from oneness their hard ass resignation stands still cemented to slick ego as any other resident of a status quo. Resentment and lack of self-esteem stokes the acceptance to play their role in the class struggle Olympics.
Freedom comes with a willingness let go and an acceptance that justice is inherent to ALL living things. Right action is implementing values and manifesting compassion but if you are pissed off (too much of the time) at the establishment you are being derailed.
Organized human society has yet to evolve beyond the same models we are slogging around in since the 1700s. I keep looking beyond the set of existing models for a higher way to organize ourselves.
Global citizenship where we release our constant pettiness of nationalism and being corralled by arbitrary geographic and/or cultural boundaries is where I currently hang my cowgirl hat.
Social media cuts across the artificiality of country nations. You and I are ending the world domination of us vs. them. We take corrective action every time we establish a friendship online with someone not from our milieu, home nation, heritage, or creed.
Clearly, it must be obvious attempting to resolve our global differences via the United Nation is an abyss of corruption where favored states are controlled by war mongers and inflated egos. This “leadership” is not only originating out of the Brahmin class but also from dirt poor tribal war lords who rose to power by murdering the ‘other side’. I would not place my faith or allegiance with such a band of narcissistic wannabes.
The street people’s Occupy Movement imploded because it was based on no leadership. Humans do not operate with positive forward motion in a civil society with a foundation of anarchy. Negotiation, compromise, compassion over enabling, the golden rule, equality, and human potentiality of the art of living is stifled when the mass reverts to herd instinct fed by fear and insecurity.
Intelligence, insight, wisdom, and respect is earned, yet without the focus of the best and the brightest it is buried inside the voices of the screaming chorus. Leadership demands ethics and truth disseminated with articulation based on fact not fiction.
What our species faces with global climatic change now has no meaning since weather and the environmental envelops of life this planet is one with do not recognize such captiousness.
Many foretell until the fiat monetary system is on the balls of its arse and the entire human race is nearly destroyed will we reboot how we socially and politically conduct ourselves. I am not a doomsayer.
It would seem common sense would yelp as a collective consciousness the way we are organized today (as nation states) is killing us and our fellow creatures on Earth. The New World Order is the greedy basturds attempt to drone us, surveil us, burn us up, and screw us up until we fully and finally surrender to their us vs. them paradigm. The current insanity (proxy wars) in MENA is an orchestration of a raft of various factions at each others throat – a mirror and a portend of human history.
It is no accident I reside in a country geared for peace refusing to arm itself. I can easily sustainably survive off the land here for generations, if necessary. The Internet I use is controlled by the govt controlled by the people. I do not live off the 100% green grid – but I could. My geo site-specific position is secure, yet my soapbox is tenuous but less so than most.
And while my family in America continue to excel at playing the game I do contend they like the secret idea I might become their rescue station if the entire ball of wax melted one futuristic blistering Earth-cooked afternoon.
Tearing down the pretend walls we erected as national lines on a make believe global map is what the lot I hang with are engaged in doing. What is our leverage to shift this stupidity? By using the world wide web to explain how the current establishment methodologies:
Divide and conquer;
Deploy proxy wars and weapons of mass fear campaigns;
Instill and fester religiosity phobias;
Use creed, color of skin, and class definitions as the psycho toolbox of cultural bias and apartheid;
Foster the piddle stream media as THE propaganda machine;
The corporate state’s lies by liars lying permeate the narrative;
Western inbred acceptance of violence via the cult of entertainment is the soft sell of pro-war hate speech;
and, so forth.
The incomplete list above are components to ill conceived models of human social organization.
If we continue to open governments, expose agendas, and use truth rather than arms you and I can jump over national boundaries and in solidarity detach from the prevailing madness.
Once we reach the 35% benchmark of no longer participating in the rigged game we better have our shit together to creatively and peacefully begin to live in peace and sustainability.
Personally, I am not into fixit Bandaides and running rescue wagons – politics and policy papers lined my former life. My here and now agenda is to shine light into the core of the rotting center and inform you of the systemic patterns. Once the intricacies are identified, the players revealed, and the shadows seen we must have a healing way to move forward otherwise the void will once again flood with false ego fed by fear.
There are various proposals for humankind to reach its societal well being. Yet, as long as these are defined using geo-political demarcations we are setting ourselves up for the redux of conflict and civil disorder.
One planet, one peace is no longer an utopian manifesto – it is the survival road map for Homo sapiens sapiens. Let’s get busy devising an outline. You begin, I have to go count birds, but BRB.
A personal superior relationship standard is naturally and historically set and unless the latest champion on the field has his/her entire act together or at least most of it, why bother? We are creatures of habits and once we live inside an incredible connection with another, we expect nothing less. I am a ranting optimist – into fairness and justice for most – but I am also a practical human being. Time has shortened and is speeding up so why waste what remains musing around or quasi-involved with those who do not measure up?
Fedbook pals, Vickie and Jane (well, Jane and I are also friends in real life for the last 20+ years), get this because they too knew a mega-love. Prof A, another FB pal and neo-mentor, and his glorious life-long loved one are another truly special case of human love involvement. My bro and his wife of forty years qualify, as do my nieces and their marriages – as members of this unique lot. There are others, I pray. If the axiom – we marry one parent and become another is true – you can fill in the blanks. We parrot and practice mime what we see and hear as role models?
When i write about love between men and women (I am not gay, so I can’t write about their version, or other combos) it is not an illusion or a fantasy. What is mind blowing is how few folks actually experience solar system shaking love.
I knew within a short period if Arthur was the guy for moi and he knew if i was for him (although as a man it was his secret for years) long before he made his approach. His following from afar was not stalking, rather an intellectual’s period of evaluation and consideration for comparison and emotional cost-effectiveness. Witty articulate Capt. Arthur was a brilliant private attorney and superior human being who was communitarian compassionate by nature with a happy go lucky intimidating personality – not regular style in any regard. It may also have been his #recovery program at the time required him to not fall for a ‘slip under a skirt’.
Capt. Arthur waited for a jelled opportunity and the shifting and sifting in his life to then wing-in over my intersection and perform aerial loop-de-loops. His outfit was self-appointed. He dressed in a camel hair blazer, light wool designer dress slacks, a commercially pressed tattersall shirt, silk Argyle socks (paying homage to the Scottish lass thing) and suede boat shoes. I was oblivious as my goal at the time was to not remain on the edge of the #Hamptons, NY, but to return to my home place, the golden state of #California.
Love Hints #1 thru #8: Letting go is not about denial. It is the exact opposite. It is #freedom. It is #openness. It is #generosity grown and idee fixe shed to be packaged and presented with modernity and tradition.
As the play of amour unfolds it is a matter of the fearless #heart to NOT let the inhibited complex brain jump the gun or let the lug of baggage cargo f*ck it up by putting pedal to the metal or acting nonchalant – what I call ‘the get away closer syndrome’. Yet, potentiality must flow beyond maybe, might, and a #relationship composed of absentee pledges and being palish “walish” via tiny white electronic screens. Having a bee in one’s bonnet or a wild hair up your arse are phobias manifested to take the focus off hidden emotional problems. Standing naked in the luminescence with no projections, no judgment, and no phony filtration is naturally earned endearment not slanted infatuations on a string of changing fantasies.
#Love, the zesty, delightful, deep feeling radiant kind is also as far removed from co-dependency as one can paddle in front of a surging incoming tide. Appreciation, an in-love disposition, a soft spot, a weakness for, and so forth are best wishes and affections to convey garden variety love. What I am confessing is something in the grand arena of cosmic oneness and spiritual mutualism fulfilled. The luster and locale is not searchable on #Goggle Earth. It is a birdy place where dreams are not cajoled and confidence is not propped up with agendas and wobbly values.
To inveigle another (sweet-talk) is part of the glowy intro, yet to expect this chatter to forever be the exclusive underwriting to an epic relationship is maya. Further, never give-up on the sweet talk or spontaneous eruptions of subtle dazzle -directed at your s.o (significant other), or all becomes gaudy interpretation rather than classic world view.
Are you beginning to get the jest and the gist of this?
Long distance couplings are tough. Twenty-first century love affairs established #on-line are hampered and kickstarted by promises. These couplings at times degrade into mini-bouts of paranoia because the two want to be together as one then they don’t then they do. Many blaze out in a fresh form of no-go for man and woman – i call it reciprocal unrequited love.
Hundreds or thousands of miles apart is an empty desert with few oasis but aplenty with mine fields of what ifs and maybe nots. Then again, why spoil the luscious beginning by forgetting to relish each tantalizing moment. Yet, glued to this introductory joy is mutual hope for actualization or it flops faster than a Broadway play. The example I recall was with TV stars Mary Tyler Moore and Richard Chamberlain (December 1966). After four disastrous preview performances Bob Merrill, the mega-producer, pulled the clunker . . . to not, “subject the drama critics and the theater-going public – who invested one million dollars in advance sales – to an excruciatingly boring evening, I have decided to close.” The play? Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Some movies are better left in their original format and not reinvented in another medium, not unlike collector novels.
The wonder about #cyber-installed beginnings is how the pending coalition is without the full gamut of input pressure. Cyber-dating allows for untold testing with emails, video communications, and instant chats (IMs without any accountability) – along with vast swatches of downtime to consider, evaluate, and mentally masturbate about a bail out or a drop-in.
The horror about cyber affairs is how the coming together for many is based on one-sided changing fantasies (without accountability) – i.e., those constantly in love with being in love (read high). Again, these are shallow renditions and not even mirrors to what I know as true-blue love. People invest way too much via little electrified screens instead of figuring out how to meet in person and proceed normally in a full court press of potential merger or run the hell the other way. Personally, I find cyber-locus feigned alliances boring if not stupid, not unlike coal mining with a toothpick, sans a decent lantern.
The actual game plan to fit into each other’s lives is not a dramatic ordeal. Somehow, even between aging set-in-their-way brainiacs prone to project management and reams of options, the nerd bud pops open and the lotus flower of togetherness blooms. For the younger set, many choreographed couplings happened when #Anonymous took to the actual streets in protests. The vitual cyber masks were pulled down and the real Guy Fawkes plastic jobs held in place until eye locks were released.
Sterling moments of closeness originating with eye locks outweigh darkened aloneness. Two become conjoined by a golden thread. If you think a marvelous pairing ends due to eventual arse dragging familiarity you have neither experienced nor witnessed the quality of blended lives I speak from on this platform.
If you experience glimpses of eye locks and deny the authenticity you are a scared little rabbit seeking to hump, overly crusty- burned from a prior engagement, or your turpitude is beyond depraved (ex.= seeking a western green card to escape the local horror show of drone wars; or surging the sex-trafficking channel).
It is a rarity – a communicative magical honest #union – and in my never humble opinion once accepted is the steadfast human finery of living on the blue marble. It requires fueled faith, kindly consistency, understanding loyalty, and spot on humor. Because, when Murphy’s Law steamrolls across the parallel pathways and other shit dumps on ya to test one’s guts and weigh one’s conviction and confidence the wisdom to laugh standing tall – holding hands in the wreckage – is a miracle. Togetherness wins the day, soothes the night, and pushes the hit of momentary joy back into the now.
There was a possible keeper on my horizon. He arrived on his paddle board out of the mist of the matrix. The cyber format is more ocean than conduit and too crowded with paddlers. Sincerity and enchantment will divulge themselves if any potential duo rating is high enough on the tenderness meter to meet or surpass what was . . .
Today, someone railed how can I act (read reject) based on such an old-fashioned comparative methodology, bla, bla? Aye, he is one of the truculent pretenders to the Arthur throne so his male ego is out of joint, but then again it is a valid question.
How can i apply a dearly nearly 20-year marriage to what is now a dead prince’s memory to evaluate and benchmark others in the living here and now? It is damn easy and getting more so. I can, and i do. I am not required to understand you, your predicaments, or empathize with same unless you exhibit a verifiable heart felt apodictic.
With no succulent assurances, we know. We intuitively recognize each other? Precious real gems sparkle and resonate different from artificially made or faked ones – not for a moment, but in perpetual display the tried-and-true ones are immortal. Vickie and Jane contend it is likely our ardent rich captains of love were the last of an extinct breed. I am holding out Capt. Arthur was the second to last of a dying breed.
If you sing for your soul, your family and friends, and the mothership (Earth), the drama-comedy of human life is never boring or riddled with fallacious accommodations. We each reside in a singular holy temple adorned with stark bareness for some and aesthetic jungle exuberance for others.
I prefer dependable orchestrations of honesty, allegiant ethics, Highlander honor, generosity, density of light, kindness of paying it forward, bigga brains, classy demeanor, political savvy, bravery, provocativeness, mystery, and ripe romantic events. And, no i do not need to open a space on airbnb.com to find interesting people. The expats of Costa Rica are already filtered by the country’s own reality of no military since 1948, no nukes, and a socialistic democracy’s gigantic commitment to environmental stewardship. The fact CR arrests and convicts its presidents for corruption is another portent plus.
Why is it so hard-core difficult for imaginative over-educated men to understand a woman of my rank is not looking for golden pots and inbred independence to steal? What prevents one from risking to uncover the profundity of improved wholeness?
Fear – fear of . . . heartbreak, intimacy, death, illness, getting out of one’s comfort zone, commitment, exposure, success, performance (anxiety), failure, losing independence, and, the list bleats on. Sixty-six percent of single people admit to Fedbook-stalking their dates. Fear acting out in social media – a very new techno venue for a very ancient human core concern = love with another.
In my case, I spend the majority of time as related to men warding them off on-line and sending out this IM to overtures, “I am sorry. I do not do on-line relationships. I am a quasi-public figure and have little time.” But men are men, and most continue to send outreach wanting to be “friends” (certainly, some are romance scammers, this is a given). It is when they chat I am beautiful (read super shallow on their part) and ask ,”tell me about yourself,” my brain cross-wires with my internal female anti-match maker. Then the response from me is curt, “Ya, wanna know who I am? Read my work.” What is unwritten is me ending with “ya, dunderhead,” because i subscribe to civility in all instances. Yet, the balloon out of my head says this snotty sayonara.
Any man I spend ANY time emailing or having a vid chat with (other than political/work related) means i am on a mission of exploration not an adventure looking for sexting or on-line fun. Most of these scenarios morph into lasting friendships and for this I am grateful. I do not participate in the protracted adolescence of changing fantasies (read my first paragraph, again). If you are reading this and we shared good conversation, you made it through the first set of hurdles but have yet to reach the hoops. But, for God’s sake do not consider there is a finish line, because there isn’t a track built, yet, plus none to date are in a permit application.
Keepers? One was a possibility, but he is currently a poetic long shot, as he either never saw the gate or faded around the first turn (his own volition). It is difficult to tell from the Tule fog on the grassy course.
Consternation is intended sabotage or subliminal pent-up anger acting out. The region of bonded or unbounded love is an outlet and an inlet for a vast set of human complexities.
Now, if you care to, please go look up the difference between apodictic or apodicticity and assertoric and while you are at it read Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason and Dee Brown’s Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. If you discern why these are linked in my brain and heart, then you entered an arena of Magna Moralia where I wander around – if you possess decent optics, you get points.
Good birding ?
Get ready? According to soothsayers, the fringy and more and more established Solar System scientists and geo-physicists, plus the conspiratorial obsessives who are into the geo-magnetics of #Earth, solar systems and other orbs in the lot there are big doings going on. These adjustments include the plasma fields plus the galaxy we are in, and possibly the #universe as the Big Kahuna #Gestalt is in shift. Yet, also our local cosmic neighborhood has a happening that is planetary-wide within the Solar System.
I am not into what I label the ’20-12’ers’ yet, in the last six months the magnetic north pole has moved 161 kilometers toward Siberia. Now, it has been on this trajectory with some pauses and accelerations for a few decades.
What is maddeningly real is what is happening to the other orbs in the Solar System.
The #Sun beginning in 1901 has become 234% stronger and many who study it are yammering it is going through hefty and highly unusual changes – some with absolutely no scientific or mysterical understanding as to why or when.
The #Moon, #Earth’s satellite, is growing an atmosphere that is 6,000 kilometers in depth and made mostly of Natrium (sodium [salt]).
From 1963 to 1993 natural disasters on Earth increased 410% with volcanic activity (1875 -1975) increasing 500%. Recent stats are difficult to procure – as the empire does not want to alarm the worker bees?
Neptune is 40% brighter in atmospheric brightness and had a recent pole shift.
The on and off again is-it-a-planet #Pluto has increased its atmospheric pressure 300% even as it recedes farther from the Sun along with a growth of what are called dark spots.
#Jupiter, the giant in the system, has seen a 200% increase in brightness of surrounding plasma clouds along with a huge changing to its coloring added to the appearance and disappearance of radiation hotspots. Jupiter’s magnetic field has doubled and since 1997 a stream of ionized hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, etc. is being directed to Jupiter from the volcanic areas of #Io (one of Jupiter’s satellite) through a one million amperes flux tube.
#Mars no longer has ice caps and its atmosphere is transforming increasing in biosphere quality.
#Saturn now has auroras, surges of x-rays at the equator, and a major decrease in its equatorial jet stream velocities.
#Uranus also has big changes in its brightness and increased global cloud activity while it use to have a very calm atmosphere.
#Neptune and Uranus are magnetically conjugated planets.
#Mercury now sports an unexpected polar ice cap with a strong intrinsic magnetic field.
The glowing plasma at the leading edge of the Solar System recently increased 1,000%. The entire heliosphere of the Sun (the tear-dropped shape extending from the sun around the solar system) is in place to regulate the magnetic saturation of interplanetary space.
Earth’s earthquake activity has increased 400% since 1973 while the magnetic field decrease for the planet began 2,000 years ago yet the last 20 years it has become highly erratic. Antarctic’s magnetic pole in the last 100 years traveled 900 kilometers towards the Indian Ocean.
Earth’s magnetic field is generated in the liquid iron-nickel outer core 1,800 miles below our feet. During the last 100 million years the magnetic polarity of Earth reversed 170 times. In fact, the North magnetic pole is actually the South magnetic pole – and why our compasses point North – opposite magnetic poles attract. There exists a magnetic umbrella protecting the atmosphere of Earth yet the geomagnetics of this planet extend over a field some one million miles.
What started me on this quest was two-fold. All birders who track #neo-migrant birds have a thing about planetary magnetism. Birds within their cranium have a cellular sensory ability that connects to the unseen rivers of magnetic waves – a biological compass. They also possess the ability to “see” magnetic fields because of an activation of cryptochrome affecting the light-sensitivity of retinal neurons.
Additionally, while standing in the open space here at the hut in the jungle looking at Venus and saying to myself, “Holy sh*t, why is Venus so much brighter than I recall?” I thought at first it was because Finca Vigia is at latitude nine, way closer than NY sitting near the Earth’s equatorial bulge. Then i read in less than 40 years Venus has increased 2500% in auroral brightness. #Venus is in a significant physical, chemical, and optical change. There has been an inversion of dark and light spots along with a sharp decrease in sulfur containing gases in its atmosphere.
In 1900 the Earth had 30 million species, which took eons to create and evolve. Now, we have less than half that number and continuing to daily dive in numbers and kind as we move into the #sixthextinction. It took all of a geological blink of an eye for such mass death to occur. If you arrived from another world you would say Earth is dying.
What is happening? Earth is in an inversion of magnetic poles and has been for awhile. IF there is an actual zero point to be reached when the poles reverse there is so much speculation on its manifestation one needs a super computer to hold the data.
What is agreed is the Solar System has moved into a a portion of space never before seen causing a multitude of inter and intra-connective changes. Any increase in energy emissions changes all living things – solar systems, suns, planets, you and me, bugs, birds, and so forth.
It is contended and now proven by space ships we send out and the optics brought to bare a matter and energy donation by interplanetary space to the solar system is happening. This Gestalt (Sun’s heliosphere surrounding the planets, and all living things) is traveling in the direction of the Solar Apex in the Hercules Constellation.
The entire Solar System act has moved into an area of space that is far different with a much higher energy level making planets brighter, magnetics shift, and new found phenomena including gigantic shifts in the planet we are gravity glued to. So while the crap we pollute is affecting Earth’s climate and weather pattern – the pole shift, the changes in the Sun, the other planets alterations, modifications, and refinements, and fresh adaptations are cosmic in origin.
Do you not consider as human nano-sand grains inside a handful of loose change (the Solar System), is it not our duty is to be as natural as possible in this interchange, changeover, and modification of the Solar System? Our insane grandiose idea we are the conquers of this planet is beyond comprehension to those who are cosmologists.
Take a moment and put it into perspective using your full gamut of sensibilities – our petty lethal wars, our plastic litter continents floating around in the oceans, our stupid measly insights, our cheapness in loving each other, our picayune mind-set, are shallow and shabby souls . . . well, in the grander scheme of the cosmos, we are tiny penny-ante scratches who are basically unessential.
I passed the final week’s quiz and now all i need to do is take the final exam (and pass) for my Terrorism and Counter-terrorism course from Leiden University, the Hague. This week’s study focused on active foreign fighters in #Syria. It was informative as readings were especially scholarly not limited to the party line from #Europol, #EU and the #UN. Yet, the amount of effort, money, and consternation exhibited over the paranoia of former foreign fighters returning to their homeland to act out as terrorists is a fertile field for additional layers of fear mongering. This collective psychosis reminds me of the enormous bias swirling that within the refugee exodus are hidden terrorists who will destroy Europe.
Fear is the core issue with tinges of societal persecution complex (see Israhell’s justification for destroying #Palestine). Those who trudge around in anxious states are people refusing to go through the doors of perception and rid themselves of the shackles of delusion? Humans can manifest whatever. This is our curse and our grandeur.
I happily prefer to be in a demure world of now – one of natural abundance, overt kindness, loving gentleness, and freedom while supporting those whose idea of resistance to the ruling master dunderheads does not include violence. I am also not a ‘raise the vibration’ thumper, or swing the crystals over your chakras, or smoke herb to find your center. I am a purist (as in no mood altering substances) with no agenda except to live simply with mindfulness carrying a feathered medicine bag of fawning ethics and waning compassion. This perspective, at times, is perplexing for others as I do not fit into any one exclusive or inclusive beau ideal. I am grounded without standing on a stage or against a backdrop. I basically run the other direction from archetypes (studying Jung charted this course).
If one actually follows the ‘to thine own self be true’ axiom what evolves is a beauty of an unique life well lived, and one without tragic obsessions, rampant suspicion, daily delusions, or compulsive fear. Honesty is the password. Liars exist in a self-festered exaggeration of self-importance and typically this condition is elaborated into an organized system be it personal or a full blown societal psychosis (read US of Constant Wars #Congress).
Those who perceive the craziness of it all (humanity) are on the outside attempting to interface with others of their ilk. Social media is the medium we never had before to align ourselves, seek support, and open up the discourse for solutions and inventions.
For me, a Gringa living alone with a German Shepherd Company, is what another single woman on her finca in Costa Rica calls, “tough as nails but nice.” My nails are thin and splintered, yet painted. . . as to nice, more likely I am fast on the uptake, yet very slow to piss off. I never was jammed up with rage against the machine, or other entities or authorities of deception, rather I am over-brimming with passion for justice for Earth and peace. Aye, it is the loving cup is half full, not half empty.
My funky theory is why empower the sham masters and their distortions with emotive reactionary stances – they ain’t worth it. These small souls are being eaten by their gadget purchased canards with anchors tethered to inbred fallacy and force fed perjury. Those reveling in this twisted vista i firmly contend will reap their karma.
Nature, for me, is a truth to stave off human arrogance and fits of melancholy or mendacity. God, who is alive pulsating the universe, has a non-fiction plan far more intricate and wondrous than our pitiful pool of bipeds will ever comprehend – no matter how large our brains grow or how vast our artificial computer systems evolve. We will remain upright cheap imitations spinning our fables until we over-stay and/or accelerate our deceitful welcome.
#Nature has a vigor, an openness, and a dominant potentiality to rectify mistakes in its body. Why is it so characteristically difficult for our dumb arse species to comprehend we are but a wee part of the #Gestalt? Tick tock. Tick tock.
Photo: Bright-blue Earth looms over the oldest known planet in the Milky Way. The ancient planet is thought to be about 13 billion years old, more than twice as old as Earth and a mere billion years younger than the estimated age of the universe. Its discovery, made using NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope, is evidence that planets began forming soon after the big bang and may be very abundant in our galaxy. Source: National Geographic.
Today’s one-liner, isn’t:
“Without perspective we become less than what we are and more of what we do not want to be.” Sam Richardson, California artist
My training in art was traditional. I learned perspective as a kid beginning with two-point perspective drawings. This limited artsy introduction was hobbled to looking at architecture in the sunshine and seeing the structure’s shadows (negative space) to define the perspective in reality and eventually in my mind’s eye. Then i expanded and tried to see perspective in flowers, birds, the sea, clouds, and the intricacy of spirals and finally within myself – as reflection. When I arrived at the destination of civil society in my quest, perspective took a protracted hiatus. This tipping point lingers.
Art is a pathway and it is a quiet guru-less way of living enmeshed in aesthetics and sensitivity. Art commissions one’s whole person to become healed by beautifying and connecting – inter and intra. I am grateful for awareness and for an innate ability to seek, to be forever curious, to imagine as many possibilities as my pea brain can hold and my corroding heart chambers can pulse. To live what I call, in the groove, on the beam, and at rare times in the real deal flow – such is the poetic here and now, and if this authenticity is not the enchantment of consciousness, then enlighten me.
I will be candid with you, I do not ‘get’ how people can operate without perception let alone be without compassionate, nor how they cannnot adore Earth, or not be willing to love and laugh without irreversible abandonment. Are they cursed with primitive-fed fear? Did their gene pool never experience the phenomenology of insight?
Okay, so I am inbred snotty and at times gratuitously romantic but is there not a moment when each of us realizes a bird’s eye view is without parallel? One world oneness is not an interpretation, it is the wholism of right impression, right action, and the height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from any particular point. It is a global perspective.
Into the mix is stirred humility. Diffidence is a weird one – it can be a light bulb moment or a hammer falling on one’s big toe. Some feel it as humiliation, a questionable self-victimization?
The ego whispers or screams as it is seems with humanity it is unusual for ego to be barely even-keeled. Ego mediates between the conscious and the unconscious. It is responsible for realty testing and a sense of personal identity. In metaphysics ego is a conscious thinking subject.
In Jungian thought (where I reside) Carl Jung said, “The ego stands to the self as the moved to the mover, or the object to the subject, because the determining factors which radiate from the self surround the ego on all sides and are therefore supraordinate to it. The self, like the unconscious, is an a priori existent out which the ego evolves.” (Transformation Symbolism in the Mass,” CW 11, par. 391.)
When ego rules (know it too well) we manifest the nasty inequality of human organization and forget to be free beings. Our history belies we have been at this trough of angst for thousands of years unable to move beyond pettiness, turf wars, and built-in bias.
If you find a smiling humble person with a grand sense of humor as friend, lover, partner, associate, or cyber-hell passerby who is also deeply creative, wonderfully independent, and paying-it-forward kind you are damn lucky, blessed really . . . or both. Presumptions evaporate and mobilization brings the dream state into the rock n’ roll world of consciousness.
Perspective on paper, or in the sand, is a voiceless mirror on the perspective of one’s life? Disturbances we manifest in our personal interactions are micro to the macro of mass human behavior. I do not do well with drama queens or those who like to gossip or nitpick. My first case scenario with these folks is not to turn my cheek but to as soon as possible (but not rudely) split from the scene. Over the decades any tolerance with this pettifogging lexicon vanished along with any desire to fix the fuckers. “Move on, next . . . a mantra to edit the emotionally shabby divisionaries*.
The meanings of symbols, in poetry, dreams, art, story, myth and even literature and illustration fashioned within children’s books are how we move from defeat, pain and suffering (individually or as a collective) to melding a place of love – of adaptation and transformation.
*one of my made-up words, but you get its meaning, eh?
Jamie Harkins, sand art, a perspective.