An essential point of agreement – the obscenity of wealth distribution. Some of the wealthy are waking to their responsibility to others and enjoying their good works… its a start. The system is set up for some to have so very much more while others have desperately not enough, and nature is shafted; waste a way of life – we either change this, and have a better hope of ourselves and our next generations living in some sort of modern comfort , or we let it all wash away, be blown away, .. let nature take care of the blight selfishness is. We are one life force around the planet, one web of life. Those who cannot live with this as a guiding principle, cut themselves off from life. That will result and is resulting in their destruction. I live in the joyful knowledge of life in me – I regret that humanity might be wiped out by nature before our natural evolution – but that is what keeps me alive – the desire for humanity to live our full natural potential as celebrants of life’s wonder. I know you love so much of nature around you; we just regret together that we are part of the human problem. Greetings friend reader.
The image is an exercise – take lined paper make three columns. Write words of significance in any order, randomly in all of the spaces. Allow your mind to jump from one word to another, writing as you go. Whenever you reach a pause in the flow, change the type of word – philosophical, topics of interest, important people – whatever.
Closing your eyes, touch the paper and record the word. Repeat two times.
Now you have three words. Let a riff of thought follow and connect these words. I want to explain mine then record the word flow that resulted. I believe that Logos – word – is “god” . i.e. the human mind names and creates its world. The stories we tell ourselves create our life.
Mariette, my beloved friend, aged eighty something, was killed by a car, returning from an evening lecture, walking from the bus stop to her home. She was a wonderful alive person and her faith in her Jesus was intense and personal.
Richard, my man, is deeply affronted by religion which he sees as causing much of the trouble in the world. It has been inflicted upon him by persons he could not avoid, including me. I want to show him the religious story I tell myself is not the one he cannot stand. I cannot stand the old man in the sky as anything other than a heuristic ( teaching device which simplifies complex concepts) either.
I think WWJD – what would the putative Jesus do – is a great question and i attempt to live my life by it. That is to do as the Quakers do – look for that of light in each person. Judge not that I be not judged. Love one another. Value and work for Peace. See myself as one tiny part of my concept of the divine – for me that is Life Force.
The words I happened to touch upon were Ego, Mariette, Jesu. This is my word flow.
Mariette – dead, Jesu – dead. Ego – death to egoic blinders.
One and the same LIFE. Now they have my eyes, my hands, my thoughts. I commune with them and they with me. I imagine. I mage [magician]. I create. I story. My story – mystery unveiled. Weep and wail, gnash teefies. The dis-integration is frustrating. I know it. I live it. [ that we are one life force, one conscious biosphere, here from the beginning and here after humans evolve or die out, divine ]. The world I grew up in does not believe it. Cognitive dissonance. Headache.
I stand in my truth with the sad heart of Ruth in tears amid the alien corn, I choose to be born again as one and the same with Him=my ideals. My dreams, my childish screams as they took away my right to play in the fields of the Lord in the joy of the word…
THEY DID NOT [ my dead in my head reject that blaming]
They just said grow up! Be Yourself! Know that what you know and are and see and feel is your reveal for YOU its true for You. Dont make yourself blue that you cannot prove this true. Truth needs no defense, it will out in the end.
Trees are alive, trees are my friend. My love there, solid and strong, frail enough in their own way, but singing my song. We are one. I AM one. I am fun…..[ doubtful sometimes]
My Richard is tall and strong like a tree, and I like a squirrel unable to be as he MUST see how his way is true for him – he is the balance of me, let him be, let him be ! See solidarity with those who feel free. In time life’s unity will be seen again, we will befriend nature and others and learn how to groove how to move tall and strong like the tree that lets others be and does its own work, doesnt shirk, not a jerk. Sees and believes in itself if I may, say so and so say.
SO what is MY work? It is this ! It is bliss. It is logos expressing Joy in my song. It is Logos regressing. It’s taking to long to go nowhere. NOW HERE !
I record this rubbish and post it as a blog because I want to encourage others who feel cognitive dissonance between what they were taught and what they feel, who still feel that they have not really got on with what their life is meant to be, to trust their feeling of what they are meant to be doing. And its NOT about money. Writing feels like life blood to me. I can hear the wiser voices saying, “Sure, but dont give up your day job.”
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