Its aggravating living in a world where most of the people I ever see, hear, or speak to call the fog itself a clear picture, while I keep seeing right through fog, and working towards a goal that many call insanity, but in troth, is only simple reality. Its all the lies that are so complex. Life itself is complex, but truth is simple, because truth is. anything that is not, is not truth. But people rely on words, and dont even examine those. We are called insane, but the people who read the most, who SEE the most, are far more likely to reach the same basic conclusions that all humans who seek the truth come to. I am not arrogant, a truth can not change, no matter who sees it, or how they see it, IF they see it, they see the same exact thing, regardless of the angle. Much is up for debate, and you can debate ANYTHING, but what is true stays through all the debate, even when condemned as a lie, it keeps coming back up, gasping for air, it never quits being because it IS. But I wish other people saw something, ANYTHING that IS. Bout the only thing they can see, is their hand, everything else they dont see. They cant see their food, their life, their own car they cant even see. It would be nice, just for a moment, to live in a world of people who can SEE. But they cant :( I chose it, it was my choice, I would choose it again, but a warrior is ever doomed to people who cant see, because when they do, the job is over, and the next one can start. Sooner or later this world will come to its senses, and I will stay awhile, and enjoy peace, and live a life again in the woods, and smell the sweet clean air, and fly a clean vehicle and eat clean food, and Oh YES!:) I will have wife who cares about people, and who I get the privilege of caring about ( I will do that anyway), and then, after a while, I will probably start to feel the sorrow from a child starving to death on another planet, and see a man kill himself because he no longer can stand the conflict in himself, after he realized what he really did, and see plants covered in smut, and I will ache within me, and I will sorrow, and bristle that anyone would dare do that to anyone I care about, and I will bow my head, that the same people that did it, hurt themselves, never had all they should have loved, never knew a mothers gentle care, and grew up destroying everything in the most clever ways, their mental raging trying to satisfy the hurt they no longer feel, for a heart no longer there, with the stuff that never satisfies. And I will see my friends again for awhile, visit my hearts precious ones, then I will grow up, and know, and learn, and feel, and it will start all over again. I will have some of all of the standard faults, and snap at people, and quickly learn to regret it, do so no more, for the damage is incredible. I will earn the right to help, and the right to be, and the right to interfere for good on their level, by being one them, and feeling their pain, and empathizing, and being as guilty, and as innocent as them, and I will feel happy, because I will be one of them, and one not one day, nor one year, but one decade, I will realize over that time, and I will power up my body with my true soul as surely as a motor with electricity and my fellow helpers, my brothers and sisters of improvement and love, will help, and some of us will fight, and some will inspire with art, and some will be amazing geniuses, that somehow know how to make tremendous advancements, some will love to garden will feed and teach gardening, or raise lovely flowers, and each will work his chosen field, or her chosen pursuit, we will sow, weed and water the world of enlightenment and care. We will hurt, and love, care and die, wish and hope. Long for a world we once knew to be again, because what we knew once, we will see again, but the only way to get it, will be to go through the maze again. We dont envision the future, we understand our collective past and discover the future. Because right now, while your are reading, or eating, or sleeping, or laughing, or crying, somebody is making an advanced and technological tool, a masterpiece of ingenuity, a spear... a new idea has been formed, humans have rights, electricity is a debatable reality, it might even do work... as the airplane takes off for the first time, and spacecraft lands, the human cries in anguish, God help him, he didnt know his whole world was backwards, He didnt know it was all a lie. Their character continues to deepen, Hurt shows hope, it means the young soul didnt like harm, it mean he leaned to care about a drop of god just like him, but so different, she has a long way to go, he wants to help, but not yet, she still needs to know, there is so much to know, so much to feel, let him wait awhile, he needs some time to live, the work is not yet, there is no hurry, expansion will take some time, time is infinite, we will not run out, she will never die. Truly work is not work, but just a way of learning. He she alternates a ladder, may take some time, one foot up, then the other. Humans create time, how can we run out? Events dont leave without us. We cant forget the feel of something better pulling us on, we cant forget the instinctive truth. We dont believe the lies that we were born to pollute, or that human life should ever be curtailed, that we are all evil, or that countries war. We dont buy that mankind is doomed to hate, or that love is fleeting at best, we KNOW who we are, and we never forget. Some will join us along the way, it is hope. We cant just back out and refuse to answer the phone, we are the call, we live the ring, we change with the voice, get dialed, change the conversation, we translate hate, hate becomes love, and love realizes hate, problems are solutions, but the game is real, humans are free, they/we now work together, it is their/our choice what happens, we are just catalysts in a world of reactions. and we LOVE our job. but we cry, why? oh why? but the answer we already knew, just echoes back, and we pray, and we get homesick for past lives, and past worlds, and humans as we knew them but we love, and we learn, and we will never quit, we will move on. Death is not relevant, you think some have not been killed? they are are probably staying up late right now studying over coffee, you think some have not cried their hearts out as a loved one died? and simply could not handle the pain, could have torn the trees down for sorrow? They are probably laughing... Or crying... or living, or dying. Operating a business, or teaching a young child the right way to eat a mango. Playing with blocks, or have advanced to the next step, and are over your shoulder, smiling as your hateful email glitches, an hour later, you yank open your laptop, and sob, she sent a message, she is so sorry, she really didnt mean to, the stove was burning and it was a late night, a hard day, it was really her boss, Its no problem you say, it was really your own fault, not hers. Why IS the internet working now? and Why DID you forget that item on your shopping list? God knows better, we just watch, we dont even always know; in fact, we often dont. But I bet you do, I bet you got a queer feeling when your email did not go through, and got hit with soul hammer when you opened your laptop. Why were you allowed to struggle all those years? or were you ignoring your better sense? You were oblivious? you really tried? I believe you. And one of these days you will know why, I wont, but you will, and when you understand, you will forgive it all, your lifetime, all your lifetimes of everything, will suddenly melt your heart, you wont be ABLE to hold any grudges, not even against yourself, you will truly love yourself, and those around you. it will all make sense. And then you will turn back, the trees behind you, the stars above, god in your heart, and go back to the people, and wonder where all your angelic-ness is, because its hard to see in the thick of things. You see, it takes a long time after finally realizing how to REALLY cook a cake to make it come out like your grandma does it, and it takes a long time after seeing the truth, to actually feel it. It takes a long time after grandpa shows you how to sharpen a knife, to sharpen it like he does, you can see it in your head, feel it in your heart, but as soon as you put the knife to the stone, it dulls. After a time, it will finally be sharp, eventually it will be sharp all the time. When you can walk into a room and cut the hate with a knife, and eat a slice its so thick, and you know these people, and can live your life the way you felt in that moment, and do it with integrity, and good real life choices, and FEEL the way you felt in that moment, you will be better than I am now, by light years. An artist sees long before it is. And when it IS, along comes an engineer, and improves it, and when it is improved, along comes the cheese maker, and sets it to cure, and such is life. We are human. But did you know who the hell humans are? I personally think that god is as curious as we are, and is here to find out, and I love him/her/it/them, and I think we are little sparks or droplets of him, and we are life in miniature. We are learning microchips of god, who feed back information into his CPU, and he still wants us to care about each other, because we are him, but we give him companionship, and when we cry, he cries, when we laugh in a thousand places, he laughs in a thousand places, but when we hate, he sits back and waits for us to learn. For if we did not have the ability to do anything we wanted to, we would be automatons, and life would not be real. For is not danger that makes us safe? For if there was no danger, would we ever be safe? Oh yes! he dips his finger in the pie, he is a mother, a father, and an uncle, he is also the grandma of all, when he sees fit, life gets tweaked and things happen better, he guides, he is always there for guidance. He is not restricting our free will, but if we truly are about to wreck the train, he might whisper in the engineers ear, or the boiler might quietly fail. After all, he IS the track. Have a good night, Namaste
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 05:17:31 +0000
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