Why Abrogating is Shitty for the Human Soul

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Happy Sunday from Latitude Nine. The weather at 10 AM is a very high overcast, temperature 79 F degrees, and humidity 58 with a slight breeze from the northeast instead of the normal oceanic southwest.

Negativity is in its tail dragging devilish regard – a tail spin addiction. People are swept up by negativity and from a psychological perspective constant angst serves the ego with a complicated series of escape routes as a way to uphold weak esteem and not feel the entire gamut of human emotion from intimacy to aesthetic appreciation. Much of anguish is borderline neurotic as if the personality is incapable of realizing the benefit of being aware able to discover and practice harmony.

There is a definitive overload most of us reach when inundated with constant crap. Some install faith, prayer, paying it forward, and giving love to the least fortunate in one’s midst while others roll around in the pessimism impugning their entire living sphere with invalidation. Yes, negativity is a dramatic sign the persona is not integrated. It is a human being fractured disavowing good vibes and rejecting internal and external affirmation. Drama queens, we all know some, are hung up – they feed the nugatory to manifest a control point because they are weak in self-conceptualization yet their eyes glisten to telling the latest chunk of gossip.

Too many westerners were sadly programmed as a child by a gainsayer who put us down (and everything else) and consequently never experienced compassion in the form of compliments and deep hugs of appreciation. The dysfunction was thick and ran deep. These emotionally beaten kids grew up to emulate their role models, and so forth, as the generations of gloom and doom move through history. Some are intensely disguised in dour driven intellectual rhetoric or political commentary gone amok. Then there are the child rapists who were raped themselves as toddlers and choir boys. The repetitiveness of insanity is human development/devolvement for thousands of years.

How to change the paradigm is why we are here – now.

The empire is well aware of our antagonist denial and uses our inherent mass of spirally puke to empower in reverse. What is in actuality the basis of life – living the entire spectrum of human experience including joy and being free is replaced with the staid of status quo. Lately, stalling happiness within humanity by constant under the boot austerity delivered by fake saviors (war mongers Sanders, Obama, etc) etc., had a tipping point – 9/11 – to kickoff an age of digital cynics from intellectuals to the man in the pulpit to the conspiratorial nut jobs we all read here on FB.

To keep the madness afoot, the disseminated snews in America is mostly one god-awful story after another. Human interest reporting is nearly a dead art because we have a far reaching genocide to the heart operating in Murica. Fourteen years of war does that to people. Fear feeds it and one nation under alienation is its shield.

Social media is a macro of the dissentient. When i review the latest rolling news feeds on FB it is one horrific circumstance after aother or one more Holly-go-Lightly meme. Substance is lacking as is authentic glee let alone the personal touch. I try and find loving people who are telling their stories using their own words or images. I am in the middle of the teeter tower. I leak and seek peeling the stinky onion yet at the same time I hope I serve up dishes of pleasurable wonder about radiant nature. My vision is filtered through birds and flipping both sides of the coin of the FB realm by adding a wink of humor glued to the delivery.

Being carefree is a calling. I am not talking about glad-handers or faux happy faces. I mean folks who actually are not souring the world with daily meals of subjugation. Free loving brilliant people who generally remit the creative delights of life are becoming a rarity. Maybe this is why the price of the master’s fine art at auctions is astronomical?

Trolling, cyber bullying, and other digital poisoned arrows to the heart are on the rise. The matrix is running a spectrum of awfulness where kindness and civility are not at the reins of human conduct. I hover over Fedbook and perceive what an incredible opportunity for humanity to become border-less and lose our competitive enslaving robes and lowering our shields.

If we are forced by our own insecurity into control by others or become sneering putdown gatekeepers we become cogs instead of sparks of humankind innovation. If we are flattened in the middle of the pot-holed road by steam rollers of stupidity and cleverly repressed rage it is our responsibility to change our attitudes and end the manipulations – within and without.

Being victimized by our own mind is sabotage of the heart. The personality is designed by a higher power to be grateful and in sync. Our consciousness is not to act like herded sheep- rather we are here to accept and share the gift of happiness. You want a current events role model for hope and positiveness? Look at those stuck in blown-up rubble or packed like sardines on a vessel sinking toward distant shores – as they have not succumbed to the persistent whip of human insanity. In 2015, we are all refugees, of one kind or another?

In a looming pervasive sense of hope, determining one’s attitude adjustment is about “how important is it?”


Damselfly Dreams

Screen shot 2015-07-02 at 11.23.43 AMTwenty-seven traveling partners kettled slowly moving southward, sky-based. They swirl and twirl. The thermals lift them upwards and sideways as their wings and tails adjust here and there in the invisibility of life wanting to live. The back of a perfected yellow flower illuminated by filtered sunlight casts a buttery shadow as a breathing cord of glistening leaves and woody vine supports the advent of its bloom and its willing sisters. Gently the entire living apparatus ever so slightly moves with the breeze welcoming another day of morning sun and probably drenching rains by mid-afternoon.

Three dogs spread out in contented sleep on cooling terracotta tiles of a covered veranda above the jungle expanse by the Pacific. Waterfalls and buzzing hummingbirds are louder than the opening of flowers or wheezing companion canines. The trilling call of tinamou announces the light intruding into the surrounding rainforest as the blazing star and spinning planet discuss life at latitude nine. The metal roof crinkles and cracks expanding and contracting from the same little cosmic dwarf of sustaining energy.

Humans forgot how to watch and hold reverence for life, or maybe they never learned. Instead of connecting with the magnetics of the web they trample, bulldoze, dig, drill, and leave their enomous footprints upon a pristine terraform. They seem dulled, disputed, and damp of soul. If a spark of interdependent wonder could be ignited, a collective spirit of oneness activated, maybe their species extinction could be averted. Karma has already left the collapsing buildings in urban centers and institutiions of ‘higher learning’.

Those paying attention realize the non-mystery of human madness stems from a manifesting self-will-gone-amuck, cancerous and lethal. In the evolutionary bio-diverse pathway Homo sapiens, too rude, too crude, too fat with fate, stand stuck at the threshold to the doorway of mindfulness. Unable to gleefully parade into a surging paradise – one with all living things – they groan and burp overstuffed with arrogance and unwillingness. For the few observing life in the here and now, sensing a pervasive polluting disconnect there is roaring clarity not a gap in conscience. The compassionate feel the wholeness of life, yet an expanding mourning weights them at the ankles. How sad. What a waste of gliding potential and unrequited empathy.

All humanity has to do is enact a series of simple tasks philosophers and sages have advised for thousands of years. But the majority of the largest brained mass are ruled by their innate stupidity pulled down by addictive primitive fears. They produce generation upon generation of woeful workerbees and overseers compliant to force fed lies and deadened to the scented alluring magic of life. Tools superseded being. Conquering supplants paying it forward.

While the human world blows each other up, piercing their non-exclusive global nest with toxic waste, and intellectually patronizing all remains peaceful where the damselfly dreams. Never-safe in the outpost of beauty and serenity far away from human crapola the natural world cleverly with no bravado lives and dies, as it has powerfully done for eons.

If the primal lesson of humanity is to be humble like the soaring migrating birds of prey and splashy colors of flowers it is mostly unheeded except for the rare ones – the innocence of toddlers and the evitability of enligtened elder wisdom. Every living thing is in remarkable chaotic sync except most humans. Every inhale and exhale of life exists in interparlay linkage as if not a big deal. It is what it is from meta-universe to dark energy to God particle. Acceptance is cognizant in some jubliant with play such as brotherly sisterly dolphins and in others it is an endless steady cyclic journey such as army ants on Colorado Isle in Panana or one galaxy slow-mo consuming another.

Love, a precious commodity, in lieu of shields lowered, waits. Peace, amongst human nations nearly non-existent, stands ready. The damselfly, seeking a water spring and possible dragonfly sprite, dodges and hovers. God consciousness, limitless and eternal envelopes the comos with neither judgment nor comment, encompassing worlds inside worlds. The silly human mindscape of pieces of cloth signifying bigotry or nationalism, or delivering pendantic statements how same sex combos are unholy (in nature there is every conceivable sexuality) or this today’s human horror show, are vain transients in the greater and greatest scheme of life wanting to live.

We exist as one. We are yin yang life in solidarity including being magnetically repelled. Why is the dance of oneness such a tough concept for the highest IQ beings on the third rock?