June 8 2019
I love the Seminole Heights Community Garden, Tampa – this is why.
Disclaimer:
I know there are sisters, I have one, to whom my consciousness is alien. There are also brothers, I have one, who thoughtfully listen and reply kindly with the way they see the world. There are also sisters who understand the place of my vision in their lives – i have two. I was speaking of my blood relatives. For me EVERYTHING is relative – beloved father-sun and sister-mother moon, animals, plants, insects. I eat my relatives. LOL
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For me everything is conscious with my consciousness if it doesn’t have a recognised one of its own.
Sweet potatoes are not recognised as conscious so it is my consciousness which identifies with the one yam in the photo . I, a kiwi, call it a sweet potato. It has one eye open, spiky hair and its body has been absorbed into its leg or neck. In a world where things aren’t conscious, my mind looks like that Yam.
The materiality of my ego self is equally fictional. Consciousness is a process.
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We kiwis call the black potatoes “Maori potatoes”. Maori already grew black potatoes when the white people got there with white potatoes.
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In the boxo yams and spuds, sweet potatoes and Maori spuds, there are many levels of individual consciousnesses.
The entire box and contents is one level – like Earth and all her different creatures. We all contribute.
On other levels are groupings: couples , families, or one consciousness made of 2 or more forms. Just like us who are colonies of bacteria, micro biomes etc
The mind which sees the different wholes is mine. It is Human. aka Wombman. aka Hanuman. aka Bandarlog. Individuation, Wholeness, Oneness are of scientific interest. Philosophy is a science. Along with Mathematics and Psychiatry etc. The link is to a discussion of wholeness.
https://aeon.co/essays/what-constitutes-an-individual-organism-in-biology
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Each one of the three soloists in the third picture, is putting forth its best effort to grow and thrive. I love the striving of beloved plants – they always strive to grow. Me Too. Sometimes they give up and wilt – that’s a lot like me too.
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My service at the garden is a spiritual gift. It keeps me anchored in a positive and hopeful reality despite this Eve of Destruction of our SpeciesSelf and its environment.
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As teacher Tamie Stewart says, “We are re-presenting the goddess”, when we do anything which includes an appreciation of Gaia, Mother Nature. Or helps Her to help Us survive after the dust settles.
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elizabeth e mitchell 