The preternatural visionary experience leaves many stones unturned, but what it reveals to us is unforgettable. It is through a continual and hopefully lifelong excursion into the realms of the universal mind that we learn to see that which exists on another plane; that which cannot easily be explained by contemporary human science. Only those who know, understand, and those who argue that it simply cannot be! ... Do not know. What is seen is not necessarily imagined and what is taught is not always true. We mirror those whom we admire while regretfully allowing our own life to slip past us, smirking and showing us two heaven-bound fingers as it barrels toward freedom. We slice and shoot up our children in the name of the status quo. The collective We has a lot to glean from the conscious mind. Unfortunately, it's always too busy flipping channels or going to the bank.
There is room for the mundane but it must occupy only a fraction of our lives. We should laugh at its anal-retentive mediocrity. We should show compassion for our own lack of spirit. The whole earth is comprised of spirit (nature, life, magic, or whatever you would like to call it) as is the universe. There is nothing more to worry about than mind itself.
Sounds simple...
Yet a life led this way, in the ironically titled "developed world," is met with scorn and avoidance. The look, smell, sound, and taste of freedom is too rich for those whose psychic experiences ended when they were 4 years old. Remember liberation? Being unafraid? Rolling down a hill on wheels or climbing a tree, daydreaming, laying in the grass envisioning characters in the sky? Those experiences are not fallacy. They are truth. Those who forget and moreover, neglect to accept freedom as truth are no longer whole. Evil exists only in those who disconnect from their natural state, one of compassion and gratitude. To posit that freedom results in bad behaviour reveals a lack of sound mind. True freedom is inherent, but tragically, it is easily unlearned.
Over the years I've spoken to many friends from a smattering of places in Haiti, Peru, Taiwan, Japan, the Czech republic, Iran, Russia, Bangladesh, New Zealand, local slums, reservations, and countless other places, "developed" or not. Growing up in densely populated, over-financed North America, we experience the benefits of the melding population (yes, I meant to say "melding.") We meet people from all over the world, making the earth seem small. If a kid from Somalia can converse appreciatively with my perspective on Regent Park, then the "undeveloped world" cannot be so far away from our understanding as we like to believe. Watching soldiers shoot neighbours in the head in front of your quivering family in the desert is horrific, though speaking as a humanitarian, not too far a cry from living in an urban slum and witnessing multiple murders down there. The difference lies in whether or not these crimes go unnoticed, and how often they occur.
Poverty only exists without land and water. War is a one-way ticket to hell.
The gunshots I heard as a child were met with the following sober parental response: "Calm down. DON'T RUN." The woman I saw across the street being strangled by her husband started wailing, then I knew she was still okay. The police eventually showed up, and she survived a while longer. People run screaming down city streets chasing each other with cleavers. Kids with whom I went to high school stabbed each other on school grounds. More still died of so-called preventable diseases. Men murder perfect strangers on buses and eat them, or mail their body parts to elementary schools. If actions this violent occur in every developed nation, without regard for its government and connected police and social services, then we are told they're human nature. In countries where oil and natural resources are plentiful, the same actions are deemed necessary for monetary gain by the instigators of war.
We love money. Cherishing it over the value of natural human kindness and peace, we lose our happiness. We become hollow. Met with the utmost adversity, most people will gasp and toil and do whatever it takes to survive. Certainly, some will fight and kill, but most will simply strive and starve.
A life without adversity leaves too much room in the imagination for evil.
There is room for the mundane but it must occupy only a fraction of our lives. We should laugh at its anal-retentive mediocrity. We should show compassion for our own lack of spirit. The whole earth is comprised of spirit (nature, life, magic, or whatever you would like to call it) as is the universe. There is nothing more to worry about than mind itself.
Sounds simple...
Yet a life led this way, in the ironically titled "developed world," is met with scorn and avoidance. The look, smell, sound, and taste of freedom is too rich for those whose psychic experiences ended when they were 4 years old. Remember liberation? Being unafraid? Rolling down a hill on wheels or climbing a tree, daydreaming, laying in the grass envisioning characters in the sky? Those experiences are not fallacy. They are truth. Those who forget and moreover, neglect to accept freedom as truth are no longer whole. Evil exists only in those who disconnect from their natural state, one of compassion and gratitude. To posit that freedom results in bad behaviour reveals a lack of sound mind. True freedom is inherent, but tragically, it is easily unlearned.
Over the years I've spoken to many friends from a smattering of places in Haiti, Peru, Taiwan, Japan, the Czech republic, Iran, Russia, Bangladesh, New Zealand, local slums, reservations, and countless other places, "developed" or not. Growing up in densely populated, over-financed North America, we experience the benefits of the melding population (yes, I meant to say "melding.") We meet people from all over the world, making the earth seem small. If a kid from Somalia can converse appreciatively with my perspective on Regent Park, then the "undeveloped world" cannot be so far away from our understanding as we like to believe. Watching soldiers shoot neighbours in the head in front of your quivering family in the desert is horrific, though speaking as a humanitarian, not too far a cry from living in an urban slum and witnessing multiple murders down there. The difference lies in whether or not these crimes go unnoticed, and how often they occur.
Poverty only exists without land and water. War is a one-way ticket to hell.
The gunshots I heard as a child were met with the following sober parental response: "Calm down. DON'T RUN." The woman I saw across the street being strangled by her husband started wailing, then I knew she was still okay. The police eventually showed up, and she survived a while longer. People run screaming down city streets chasing each other with cleavers. Kids with whom I went to high school stabbed each other on school grounds. More still died of so-called preventable diseases. Men murder perfect strangers on buses and eat them, or mail their body parts to elementary schools. If actions this violent occur in every developed nation, without regard for its government and connected police and social services, then we are told they're human nature. In countries where oil and natural resources are plentiful, the same actions are deemed necessary for monetary gain by the instigators of war.
We love money. Cherishing it over the value of natural human kindness and peace, we lose our happiness. We become hollow. Met with the utmost adversity, most people will gasp and toil and do whatever it takes to survive. Certainly, some will fight and kill, but most will simply strive and starve.
A life without adversity leaves too much room in the imagination for evil.
