hellooo you sweet fleshy fruit whose Core Is More!
and welcome to yet another thing. a thing that is not to be taken to seriously, but, that may have some fairly large effects should we learn to tap in before we task out.
in this episode there are suggestions to passively resist not just the systems that have mired us in their antiquated doctrines -subscribing us from a young age to their awkward agendas- but to look at the conventions we hold within ourselves, programmed yes, but, -assuming you are 'of age'- present via no other volition than our own. for we can march to the tune of any drum we should choose once we get to that level of maturity, that is to type, that level of being able to do so of our own accord. once we know what kind of music gets the blood groovin', we can pick the song. you pull from a library with rows upon rows of fancy teak shelving. loaded with endless iterations of the same three dusty volumes titled: left, right, and center. you can go to that weird old ladies house with the free library in front of it, you know the one grow over with Rose bush vines in the midst of the seemingly unkempt permaculture garden and read some tomes on Ancient Ways. you can go further still to the far reaches of the cities limits and find the ones who work the cities but choose the streams and discuss contemporary takes on revival, a merging of new and old. or you can thread the needle between all and neither and some and many and write your own song.
"you can choose a ready guide in some Celestial Voice, If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. you can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear. I will choose Free Will".
--Neil Peart
to make it clear I choose with Free Will to interpret the Mysteries that modern methods simply can't or chooses not to interpret. again, the "consider this from the purely physical angle" part is a tactic, its a wedge in the door for those who can't -for good reasons I'm sure- Sense the Numinous Qualities so well expounded by people Wiser than me, but maintain curiosity if for no other reason that the topics have been discussed and in a very tangible way experimented with for 10's of thousands of years... at least. some say these Mysteries are beyond time. full disclosure, I am one of them.
it seems we've come to a crossroads and all the meat guides are gone. there is no teacher pupil, guru disciple dynamic in this so 'successful' of societies. not for many (most?) anyways. but there is a peerage, there is the Inner Force and a co-operation with like minds available.
there are too many an institution that masquerades as teacher and guru and will happily charge and teach you if you've the funds to pay. its an option and should you choose to march to that order then at least do so knowing full well that, that is what You want to do. not out of compulsion, addiction, or some other less than savory driving force. because you as an Individual, fully Aware of your Sovereignty as an enSouled being, chooses to do so. then, if You don’t want to dawn the dock martens, if the tune You have allowed to move You shifts into something more erratic, something with guns larger than the small arms you are used to seeing. You will be better suited to lean against the whirlwinds that are starting to blow stronger and stronger still. better yet, to hitch up that trailer and leave tornado alley! to stand firm not for or against some material monster, but with the Armor that you build out of your Thoughts, Feelings, and Deeds. an Authentic Pursuit of Truth, with Noble Righteous (as in Charitable(Charitable as in Tzedakah)) Intention Burning Bright in your Breast, Lighting the way for feet strapped with the "Good News of Shalom (Peace)". to walk or dance or hop scotch in whatever direction You -in League with the I- choose. fighting the shadow that our externalized neglect of internal spaces has infested the rights sphere (political and judicial bodies) and the economic sphere (mindless border-less 'egregarious' expansion based “comfort junky” profiteers) in the purely external realm is to apply first aid to a bloody foot coated in the blood of a Head wound; is to put leads on the right leg and yell: “clear!” when the trauma is in the Heart. I say go to the source, wrap the Head, zap the Heart. work on yourself, become the type of person that can even appreciate a healthy social organism, then look outside to bring it about. this doesn’t mean sit and think about it to no end whilst doing nothing to actuate that thought, to bridge the realm of Thought with the plane of Will. there are very real actions to be taken. its just that they're not the typified actions baked into a circle jerk of a routine implanted in us through the dogmatic drudgery that modern public education has become. as tiring and good a work out as it is to try and punch a shadow, as much as it might feel like bonding when a whole bunch of you get together to do it, its laughable to think the shadow feels the blows. plus sweaty and tear gassy as we may get from the boxing match, as convincing as it is that we really accomplished something more than those woo woo nutirent yeast eating mediators talking to no end about self actualization, if we really took a hard look at and hold what changed, its but drifts of sand through the cracks of the hand. plus, its actually more work, going off the path and figuring out a new way to lay out the block, to approach the piece, to get the work (Work) done because this “its an uphill battle that you will never win, but you need to fight the good fight anyway” shit is getting old. who am I Sisyphus?! lets be honest the people pushing that narrative aren’t walking up anything, they have a jet a positive blood powered g5 of a palanquin that we are all carrying. why do we carry it? because its a good job that pays the mortgage food cafe super mocha latte neodymium magnet blah blah blah bills that we all signed for (at this club you don't pay with cash you just sign and the charge comes up as a membership fee, isn't that neat?) and continue to propagate as a normal, sustainable existence. we can't serve two masters and expect the Healthy one to come out on top. we've got to come to terms with the death process our society is going through. its hard, and maybe if we caught this cancer stage 1 (about 3 bajillion years ago) we might have changed course. but we didn't, and now the tumor has metastasized and consumed not only every road that leads to, but Rome itself.
there is a very smart German scientist (that I know personally) on her way back to Germany because her work visa expired and this government hasn’t renewed its bureaucratic procedures for over half a century. so that she has to leave the confines of this imaginary border (deer have no passport... maybe we can put them in some sort of camp...) and return to get it renewed -pumping co2 into the air, feeding a bloated aerodynamic mafia, and wasting not only her money, but the money that this silly country uses to fund a now understaffed research team.
I also made some comments about protesting injustice over seas. I just want to make it perfectly clear that I am not against that. I only suggest that we take a hard look at our motives, if it is a savior complex induced by pass of the very real work that can be done about injustice from within a 1k km radius then... well. you get the point I'm sure. plus how can we really ascertain what injustice is without first working on ourselves? for I is the very apparatus that determines the permeates of such things as Justice? we wanna rush out there and jump in the ocean but no one wants to learn how to swim with a Celestial Powered Current. its not the kiddie pool out back that we were brought up in.
I would also like to make it clear that while I am a total hypocrite on the public action "fight the good fight" score. I've spent a good deal of time in the Ocean, I'm not a pro and kind of a wuss when it comes to cold water (and here in the north pacific that's all we got) but I go anyway. that typed I'm now looking seriously at the rest of it. because honestly I've been paying to keep myself on the same life support chemo by pass that I'm shitting all over right now. "at least I'm being honest about it" isn't cutting it for me anymore. this is not a statement about you doing You. this is me doing I. I hope and Pray that you can see the Love in what was not intended to be but has become quite a scathing couple of paragraphs. it really is Love that motivates this. I'm looking for a real solution, a way to bring that out so that it can feed more than just me. in the mean time this project will have to suffice.
couple months Sweet Friends, and I'll get back to you with some results.
hold me to it.
again these words are Love motivated, I Love myself and know I can not only do better, but I have the Energy to do better, one can only 'heal' and 'come to terms' for so long, eventually somethings gotta get done. I don't really know what that is but my Heart will know when Its being filled and filling in turn. It doesn't lie, that's a head thing.
but lemme take a breath here and just say that he episode is a lot more relaxed than all this stuff. there is a gentle side to True Change, as there is a more Severe one. to Embrace both results in the 6th Sphere: Beauty. A Truly Loving place that does the hard work, that takes the blows we know somewhere Deep Inside are due for our cheeks, but does not lash out in a petulant attempt to keep alive what is clearly in a state of decomposition, that accepts so that it can make the changes necessary.
look at my face for instance. I've got a tooth in it that is in bad shape. my own neglect combined with putting my faith in a medical 'professional' who over charged me and did a shit job at the same time led to its decay. I can pay to try and save it, or I can accept that its gone and pay to have it out. taking the lesson to the rest of my teeth and showing more care towards them. taking the lesson further, outside of my face, to all future encounters with so called 'doctors' who are so in name only, who swear oaths to heal when at heart they wish only to claim. demons gunna demon, but I can practice more discernment. I can get mad at my past self for not flossing. I can get mad at a medical crook for being a crook.
or I can move on, make better choices, and sleep in the bed I made.
tomorrow, I'll go get new sheets.
the choice is and always has been mine and ours.
with so much Love,
N
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