Little Earth
Out where the soil is dark and damp there grow cities for the little ones. You know, the little people, the fairy’s, the bugs ‘n’ things …
On cities called plants, some deliberately grown for the purpose, are housed in their way all the different kinds of creatures, and fed by flowers and other inhabitants in particular. All sorts of shapes, colours and sizes, and with their particular niche, fit the metropolis called the garden – not unlike people in that way.
I haven’t been tending it as much as usual, getting down and dusty with the magical ones, but haven’t been neglecting them either. Everything has its season; some plants can’t stand the condition of the soil – too much clay, or just don’t fit into the network for long and die off. And the creatures grow, come and go, and I move some around if they are decimating a particular area.
Yes, I interfere, that’s why it’s called a garden and not a forest or meadow – gardens are managed somewhat, though as little as possible in my case. Much because I don’t know anything about gardening, plus I prefer to see what arises from the earth given the best conditions I can provide – with water, rot, light and shade.
One unusual housing complex, an old log I drilled with the possibility of bees making nests in it as it hangs under the veranda, is now well on its way to being populated. There are Orange Tailed Leafcutter bees, one kind of mud working wasp, a big old long and thin Ichneumon Wasp looking to lay in some others nest – and another short and fat kind, a variety of other flying creatures, scavenging ants – and a long term resident Spider. A host of creatures making a home of the holes I drilled – moving too fast to get many shots of them yet.
One thing about the nature is you’ll never catch it ruminating on the past; it’s always in the present without the speed bump of self reflection to bring it grinding to the turgidity of emotional consideration – we endeavour.
Flying or standing still in its ever coloured coatings, shining brightly in the summer sun, there’s truth in that worn old beetle.
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Death by Any Means?
I have an old friend I met recently who is going to die. I met her in my explorations of the Euthanasia or Right to Die movement, which is a story in itself and I will go into it another time. We are all going to die but my friend knows her time is up and she wants to go peacefully and not in one of our ‘reputable – for their lack of care’ retirement homes or on the hospital production line where you can be assured of only one thing, the indignity of institutionalisation and the subjection to the will of others that implies.
But she has to go alone because nobody close understands or is fearless enough to stand by her and just speak of death, and do what is necessary. So I wrote her this when she asked if it is ok to speak of her death.
What a shame it is on the status quo you have to speak to a stranger about dying, the most intimate experience in consciousness. If I was there I would stand with you and by you. But the times and technology allow this, so this will have to do – isn’t that good.
If people can’t be spoken to of death, to you of your death, then a pox on their houses – that’s just karma, to wake them up to the suffering they cause by their belief in it, or their fear of the believers – a belief in fear. I know what it is to be alone, to do what everybody else thinks is wrong, with no fallback position. But alone doesn’t have to be lonely.
I have spent a lifetime, almost, tearing the insanity of ‘religious’ (or other equally absurd) belief from my eyes – planted by the Irish Christians, and our stupefied society, by the way of things – and I won’t let them stop me conveying my hard earned vision of what this life and death is. I claim the same right to speak.
It’s dying alone you refer to. I don’t know your situation and I am not there yet but I have touched the darkness and my mind would reel without right preparation – having looked at it for long enough and to know I have nothing left to do. Here’s what I see.
Death is as natural as the sunshine. Only people make a problem of it – in their fear, many older mature cultures have respect for it and for those on their way. Because we are of the Earth and not of the mind that fears and knows the lovelessness of the world. The Earth is not the world.
The Earth is where everything natural happens without anything holding on to it and making a problem. The Earth is where everything beautiful is born and nothing gives up until it’s time is inevitable, when there is no other option. We, as humans, can add to that ‘when there is no other acceptable option’, somewhat because of our misplaced obsession with living longer that has devised custom and technology to prolong living beyond the natural death of the body – an absurdity if ever there was one.
The Earth is a place of great wonder and beauty and when the time comes we die back into it, as we came out of it, whether we believe it or not. And what we die back into is not just the body to the earth but the Soul (if you like) to the Mother earth is. Earth is the mother of us all, no? In every way we come from the earth, by the power of the sun.
And when you die it is the love of the mother you die back into, the love that turns to wonder and beauty here. So when you leave, leave the world of fear and belief behind and embrace the original love we come from. It’s inside now, downwards, or up towards the dark sun.
Every death is a birth into a higher octave of being, the way a musical note ascends to the next and leaves the last behind – for it to be. And every death with a knowledge of birth is a death of a pioneer, the birth of a truly noble creature in another place.
It doesn’t all have to be rational, or make sense. Just follow the ring of truth out of this place, when the time is right.
Encouraging death? No, encouraging fearlessness, encouraging courage – the real stuff of nobility.
Clarity is your best friend, in the end.
Be easy, as much as can be.
Total peace? In existence? Where every thing is hard-wired to hold to living, to the last drop? I don’t think so. I think that simple instinct to live, that turns to the fear of death upon reflection, will always be a disturbance in some measure, especially as one sees death’s approach.
What I ask myself is have I done what needs doing, is ‘my house’ in order. If the answer is ‘Yes’ then it’s only fear and I can do what I know is right and acknowledge the simple good. It’s good to be in the senses, to see the nature, feel the breeze, hear the bird – or whatever is ‘sensible’.
And it is good to go to sleep, after a long and tiring day, down through the sensation inside. Where, along the way, I may dream of conflict but just as here, it will pass if I don’t hold on. And as I fall deeper into sleep the fear – and the fearer – dies, like the Chimera it always was.
Maybe that resonance is the ‘ring’ of truth, the bell calling me home? Saying, it’s all right now. There is nothing to fear any more.
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Cock o’ the Walk
When you watch nature’s creatures you soon begin to see an extraordinary thing. They don’t get emotional. They don’t have psychological positions to protect from dissolution, because they are not identified with any of it. They simply live their life, doing what they do from moment to moment.
If only people would do the same, but with the knowledge that to cause pain is to receive it, whatever form it takes. And that’s what we do until we wake up to it. I am not special, I know this from my own experience of getting it wrong, of giving pain instead of love.
But waking up is not easy, even, or especially, for the ones who think they are already special. The ‘revolutionary’ fighters of causes, the so-called spiritual ones who love to dress up – inside and out, anyone in fact who is identified with what they demonstrably are not – that is a psychic condition and demonstrably unsustainable.
We, I, am demonstrably the body, inside. Outside is just the appearance of inside. And inside I am the simple sensation, that never lets me down, or I am nothing – an apparent psychological impossibility, but only if you believe that. Anything I think is a Chimera, gone with the next best wind.
I don’t believe, in fact I have spent my life tearing down the belief I was inculcated with by the dysfunctional Catholic church in the form of the Christian Brothers schooling – the most violent people I have ever come across, simply because they used such trickery you didn’t know you were being used and abused – and all in the name of god. God wills it! The cry of hypocrites down through the ages.
God wills nothing of the sort. I say god would have you know love and enjoy the beauty of the earth and rest in knowledge of uncommon truth. People who had taken a vow of celibacy in a vain attempt to emulate a fallacy of the master Jesus being without the love of woman in his life – even though there have since been found scrolls that put Mary Magdalen at his side when the 12 disciples had already abandoned him – bloody cowards, lost in their hopes and fears. And hail Mary, for her undying love. :)
The body won’t be denied, it is a sexual entity, evidence the world population if you need any. And what is suppressed comes up in another place but distorted. Hence the worldwide phenomenon of priests being chased, at last hunted down, for their sexual abuse of children who were in their care. ‘Care’, a euphemism nowadays for neglect, or worse.
The same is true of any organisation that puts ideology over actuality. Ignore the fact for long enough and it will come home to bite you in some other form. The trick to waking up and ending this absurdity called our way of life is to get back home, back to the reality of the body, inside, as the sensation first, and acting from there and not from what the mind conjures out of want and greed, desire and ambition – for position or power, usually over others.
But how to do it, get back home? Well, you can make a start here : Meditate. Or wherever you find what fits you. And just keep at it until you break through the crust of mind that would have you do something else, to fill your inner space.
And the fundamental key to it all? Relax, be easy, let go, inside … And Kick some ass if need be. My 2c. :)
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Early Xmas Colour
The Christmas Beetle came to the garden recently. An unexpected visitor, since I have only seen them in Nth NSW, at Billinudgel NR/swamp – where I went today with nothing to be found – and too hot for the swamp.
There have been many recent and unusual visitors to the garden, a tribute to the flowers that grow there, the whole that comes together when the parts are somewhat managed, given we have mismanaged nature so much.
Is that ‘we’ or ‘I’? No matter, it’s about the nature now. And nature will not be denied, except by a steel enclosure – and then there’s rust … :)
Mail sent for JB eyes only …
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Falling to Earth
I suppose everybody saw or heard something of the fellow who jumped from a balloon borne capsule at around 25 miles high. Apparently he spent 7 years planning, 2 hours ascending, and 9 minutes descending. He broke 3 records, highest jump, fastest jump and the sound barrier.
People thought he was going to blow up on the last one, passing the sound barrier at over 800 mph. He said he didn’t feel a thing or have any idea how fast he was going with nothing to relate to.
And that’s the point. It’s all relative here and with only up and down to relate to it looks like a fall when in truth it was an ascension. He went as high as he could to do what he did.
He stepped off into space to invoke and face his fear of falling, what else is there to fear, really.
And such a simple experience, falling, falling …
On the way down he was spinning out of control but regained poise somehow. And when the time came he pulled his cord and came in to land perfectly, on his feet, as if it was perfectly planned and executed from the start.
He never really left the earth, and never really lost control. I suspect through it all he maintained a quiet place inside. A place untouched by all that passed by outside.
And when asked what next he said ‘that’s it’, next he wants to be sitting where the guy before him was sitting that day, next to the guy after him.
He doesn’t feel the need to break any more records, he intends to have some fun flying helicopters in rescue missions around the world, or such.
What next? Who really knows when the only indicator is the past and occasionally there is the new.
A perfect landing? Or a perfect escape from the repetition of fear?
I think I might go to an old haunt of mine, down Wooyung way, see what’s fallen to Earth. Mid week should be quiet, early November for the Christmas Beetles or whatever else falls to earth then – maybe stay a day or two if the van is ready – doesn’t seem likely though, it takes much longer to get things done these days than it used to.
It might be a good time for an uncomplicated natter with nature, accessed from the old caravan park, though I don’t expect much since there has been so little rain for so long, you never know.
Nature is always in some form, no worries.
I clearly haven’t done the work for such a journey. Sometimes giving up is the only way to move on. Giving up the expectations, of self and others.
And some things we are just hard-wired for, the unchangeable. You never know until the day. So, no time to judge.
Unless the observer sees more clearly. It’s why it’s called part-icipent. One is not the other.
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Thank You for the Arm!
This Doli fly was out on a leaf one recent cold morning. Usually they sense the pre-flash of TTL exposure and are gone before the shutter speed of 1/160 sec (fastest with flash) can capture it, that’s fast reflexes.
But this little lady was too focused on simply being, in the cold of a spring dawn one thousand kilometres below the tropic of Capricorn after a night long clear sky.
It is my privilege to bring you the Lady Doli, from all available angles at the time.
If ever you have dreams that elucidate something you have known about yourself that was or is the basis for an attitude towards someone – or in general, from your past experience – but hadn’t yet been fully acknowledged and resolved, that – ‘Thank You for the Arm’ – is a recipe for the resolution of any residual potential for recurrence – as the past we hold on to is the present that disturbs or enriches ‘us’.
Thank You for the Arm. An acknowledgement of the good that everyone does for you, me, in spite of appearances, with a little absurdity tacked on for that extra push across the momentum of negative time to repeat, a sense of humour.
Never forget your sense of humour, or of the absurd. And for all the little things, and the not so little?
Thank You for the Arm.
Be Grateful and … Thank You for the Arm! Cuts through the negativity of mind like a hot knife through butter, when you have fully seen the fact.
Thank You for the Arm.
The garden is filling up with nature’s forms of plant and creatures. It just needs daily attention to watch for where it needs a hand, or an arm. And a watering, a foot on a spade, a moving here or there …
Thank You for the Arm. And don’t hold on to the dream, it will die a natural death if you leave it be.
That’s what seeing the fact of the past does; it allows the new to be.
Whatever the situation – Thank You for the Arm.
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Truth?
One of the Stingless Sugarbag Bees native to Oz gathering pollen for the hive from one of the Daisy’s in the garden, hungry little fella, about 1cm long and shot on the run.
What is that, truth? I’m sure someone famous has asked before since there is nothing new under the sun, as someone else has also said. So what’s the point to living then?
There must be a point or I wouldn’t be here. And the fact I am here must point to the truth, because if truth isn’t in the fact where is it. Where else could it be? Surely not in imagination, the swamp to lost souls. And there’s only the fact or the fiction.
So what is the fact? I am sitting here writing this, that’s a fact. And the next moment I am (doing) something else which is also a fact, albeit a different one.
But surely if there is such a thing as truth it is common to all who are capable of asking the question or there is more than one truth. I don’t buy that, the duplicity or multiplicity of truths. That’s what we already have with everybody living their own truth that is the source of so much conflict.
So truth must be without conflict? For me it must, because I have known enough conflict to know I don’t want that and I still want the truth. So where can I find no conflict? Is it possible in a world of believers?
Probably not, but does truth depend on what others think it is? I don’t think so, that’s just more imagining. Truth is mine, irrefutable in my own experience, or there is none. For if truth is not mine there is no such thing, or it is all imagining after all.
But anyone who has played around in the imagination knows there is no truth there. No peace of mind, another way of describing ‘no conflict’. Is this making sense to anyone but me?
Peace of mind, what else is worth living for. What else is it you do everything for in the end, if not peace of mind. Or would you say you prefer conflict? Some would, I suspect, having been there. But that’s just the way it is, on the way to truth, you have to know what it is not.
And it’s not conflict or we’d all be at peace. :)
What then is common to all who can ask the question; What is truth? Could it be the measure of intelligence it takes to do so? Could it be to do anything, or for anything to happen or be cognised there must be a measure of intelligence?
Let’s leave so-called objective science out of this and look in our own experience, which is now, and not some past book or words of some ‘wise old man or woman’ who are not here now.
Truth, surely, has to be now or it’s not here now. And anything that’s not here now is imagination, gone, hasn’t come.
So what is common to all that is now? It’s a fair question, no? What is truth? In my own, your own experience.
I am. What I call ‘I’. I in the question and the questioner, I in the doer and the doing, I in the happening, the living and the dying.
I am the truth. I, the intelligence behind the appearance of any body or thing at all, am, the truth.
So you are the truth too, if you can just see ‘I’ in all things.
And the way to do it is negate anything that is not ‘I’.
Negate, render to nothing, everything.
For no-thing is ‘I’. Or ‘I’ am.
Then, like any truth, it must be lived.
Just thought I’d get that out today.
In that way.
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The Beautiful Abyss …
… and what stands between …
Well, what stands between?
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In the Morning …
I usually get up and do the usual things, usually. Then I go have a look in the garden, especially if the sun isn’t up yet. That’s when the most elusive creatures may be seen. But no guarantees, nature is still in charge.
I just know a thing or two about it, how it works. That most creatures need heat to function properly isn’t generally known, for instance. Though it should be obvious, isn’t the obvious often overlooked?
The garden is nearly ready for the coming heat and rain that brings the small creatures in their numbers. Daisy’s everywhere, and Sunflowers, and too many other plants to know or name.
As long as it provides that is fine. And it sure provides me with a simple pleasure, I trust it does the coming tribes in all their shapes and colours. Still, I have to keep an eye out for those that would eat it all.
It would be nice to have a hand in the garden, another who sees what I see and can partake. But living is perfect at 80 to 90% good. So it’s good the way it is. Still, who knows what is round the corner.
More living for sure, or the inevitable death. The gardener’s ultimate contribution to the earth? Anybody out there not notice the slow breakdown of the sense engine?
Another birth, more like. You just have to see the space in between.
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To Dream a Bee
Sorry, no bees today.
Yesterday while walking about the garden I saw this huge black and yellow bee, black bottom and furry yellow jacket, busy feeding at the still flowering Chia with its little blue flowers. The bee was the size of half my thumb, about 3.5cm long, and I later found out it is a Great Carpenter Bee.
It was the biggest bee I have seen and I didn’t have my camera with me, but she was moving too fast anyway. So I just watched as she flew from flower to flower and then away. It’s not yet spring here so this could be a good sign for the forms of life to come.
The weather is wonderful, bright, sunny and cool and plants are finding their place in the garden, before the spring starts up, to be ready for the hotter summer. I don’t decide where a plant goes, it tells me in no words at all.
It’s a form of communication you just have to be open to, after you’ve given up thinking reason is most important – it’s not, but has its place too.
So what I do is unpredictable, because life is unpredictable. Some would call me slow, I don’t mind, but I say ‘what’s the hurry’.
This afternoon I had to lie down for a while, to recuperate from recent exertions, and I had a dream. I saw a black bee swimming in the water – not an unusual sight throughout the year in the garden – and it was happy, a smiling bee.
Someone put a finger in to tickle it and it climbed out onto the hand and flew away. A wonderful little dream, to be a bee.
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Winter Sun Flowers
And, of course, their visitors. From night and day, they come and go either way.
Beautiful yellow standing tall and shining brightly out for all to see, in our crisp winter sunlight. Any bug in sight of it will have to visit this notable feature of their landscape. A wonderful welcome to any hungry survivor, though few there be, sufficiently.
It has been cold and wet enough for mold or fungus to form on the lower leaves and stems of the few sunflowers I have growing and nature has provided a remedy in the form of a fungus beetle, a yellow and black Ladybug and larva.
There are a few other creatures that visit but the beetle has made a big impression on the fungus and the plants have stood taller since being tended so. They will live longer and healthier for it.
It’s just another one of those relationships that give the lie to the purely rational ‘It’s only what you see’. It is, but not only. There is a wonder and intelligence that I prefer to call love behind the function and intricacies of a nature that is our own. That’s what connects every thing, beneath the apparent discord.
I don’t mean that in any ‘religious’ way. It’s just the spiritual way it is. :)
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Nesting the Mask
Is that a sensible title? A little cryptic maybe, it does refer somewhat to the bee and its activity.
It’s called a masked bee, probably for the appearance of it with the bright yellow patches, about 15mm long. And she is nesting.
I first saw her a few days ago on the Passion Flower plant, busy blowing a bubble that looks like it contains pollen grains, got a few shots and she was away. Then I saw her at the rose that I had recently pruned, she was digging out the exposed pith at the centre of the stems. She made some impression on around ten stems and excavated a few extensively, deeply.
Then it rained and she disappeared, when it stopped she came back, a day or so later. Then it rained again and she was flooded out, she had been occupying one stem and had entered head first, from top down. I rigged a roof for her but it was too late, she was discouraged from the location it seems, as she hasn’t been back for a while now.
However, she reminded me to use the stems of the Chia plants that had run their course, grown tall, flowered, gone to seed and had more or less dried out standing in the garden. I cut them down, spreading the seed that remained, and cut them to lengths, bundled them and placed them around the garden.
They have openings at each end that very small creatures can use for shelter and nesting and when it warms up again, soon, I’ll see how that has worked. I will do the same with some wild bamboo I collected last year, for the larger creatures such as the native bees that visit the garden and sometimes find a nesting site, as one Leafcutter bee did in a rag left rolled up on the table.
This nature of ours takes what opportunity presents, according to its instinctive need, and moves on when it wears out, or is washed out. It’s all a matter of timing, but instinctual, without conscious calculation.
Nature has no use for a watch, though it helps to be able to read the weather – inside and out.
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Daisy – Oh Dai-i-aisy!
I never before realised how abundantly the common, and not so common, daisy caters to the need for pollen and nectar of the many small flying creatures in the garden. Not until I got a few and took the time to see.
Now I have four different kinds in the garden, one really finding its feet after transplanting a little while ago spreads and hangs over the sides of the pot, another pops up around the garden at will – its,The Will, and two more recent residents – one just doesn’t stop flowering in a ball of colour and nourishment, the other just starting out has two budding threads reaching for the light, one just opened today.
It’s nearly time to find a spot in the ground for the ball of flowers; it needs a secure home that isn’t dependent on my daily attention. And the one reaching will need moving to a bigger pot, for now.
I do enjoy these simple pleasures.
The Bees and Flies, and other visitors, are never far from the flowers and with the sun shining more now I expect more visitors in the relative heat of the day. As long as it isn’t too cold at night.
The garden ebbs and flows, ripples and eddies as much as the tides, but you need to be in daily attendance to notice.
It is music to the senses. Take the time to listen, even play along. Move that one to the sun, a little water there, repot, replant, nourish and tend them as if they were children – as they are …
It’s a different kind of prayer.
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Passion Fruit …
Or the fruit of a passion?
A passion beyond understanding, but not beyond seeing, intimating – to get a sense of.
Can you see the passion, or love for the activity and intelligence it would take to create a little wonder such as this small yellow wasp?
It’s in and behind the fact, when the fiction of mind such as prejudice – pre-judgment – is left out. Not an easy thing to do.
No such thing as ‘just’ a bug, or ‘just’ anything else of our created nature. That would be a great injustice, to your own divine being.
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Julian Assange
… and the end of the world, 2012 and all that …
I watch current affairs; I like to know what is going on in the world. And I see the broad strokes of human conduct as something of a Soap Opera, the same old melodramatic and sentimental stuff repeating in different forms, over and over, some hilarious in its incompetence and some sinister in its intent, some tragic, some sad and all truly disposable. But most notably I see the sleight of hand, what is not said, the cunning that dare not reveal itself.
None of it is the simple truth, but it knocks on the windows of perception all the same. And so I must ‘talk’ to it.
I have been watching with interest the saga of Julian Assange and Wikileaks from the beginning, hereafter referred to as JAW, and I’ll tell you what I see, now – not to forget the brave people who risk everything to out the all too common atrocious behaviour of people in positions of power over the people. There is a good recap of the situation here ASYLUM if you are interested, I won’t be going into what has so amply been covered by so many. And for an ongoing, articulate and fearless examination of American duplicity see Glen Greenwald, for one.
They, JAW, did something nobody else has done before – a very significant first. They exposed the utter corruption of the world’s governments and businesses, leaders people elect or condone – even praise, in such a way and to such an extent the genie will never be put back in the bottle like it has been before, the bottle of forgetfulness – because it is now global and more now will remember than will forget.
It was inevitable; such darkness as has been burgeoning in the human psyche and expressed where it finds conditions conducive never lasts without attracting light. It has happened piecemeal through the centuries as our world progressed until it finally reached the flowering of global proportions as our way of life, because we are not separate from it, until it has all but extinguished the possibility of a time of peace and integrity – for ‘everyman’ to know his own truth, and not just the few to exploit the many. And in the light this darkness has retaliated, to which there is an equal reaction from opposing forces but it’s lagging behind in a world of apparent opposites, in time. This has been brewing for a long time and now it looks like it must out.
That’s the usual way of things, only now everybody knows it instead of the ‘usual’ partiality. Whether they have realised it or not is irrelevant, once you see the worm in the apple you can’t eat it anymore – for long. And it’s the last apple, we have emptied the barrel and nowhere left to turn.
There is only one Earth.
What I think of either – JAW – is irrelevant, though I wish him well – without wishing at all – as I would any in his situation, with the odds or forces stacked against him as they are, stacked by design, by momentum – ‘for the greater good’ – if only they could see. I trust he makes it to Ecuador, or some relatively safe place.
The fact is a terrible darkness in the human psyche has been utterly exposed so that it no longer has anywhere to hide, for long. Enough people have seen it now to make a significant difference in the world. This means the effect of that exposure will ripple on through the human psyche and show up in world affairs in time, as it is doing, no matter what happens to JAW now. In fact if anything happens to JAW now that will hasten the effect of his actions, not delay or abate them as some may wish or fail to understand. The sense of injustice is that palpable, long standing and infectious.
For those who look this can already be seen in the various movements and characters that have come to the fore in recent times. The individuals who are instinctively intolerant of the human darkness are called upon and emboldened. Modern day Knights and Lady’s are gathering round the table, globally, like never before. In most of the world the young and poor see no future and so have no hope except to change things now, though they don’t know what or how but have nothing to lose by trying. And in one world, one global civilisation, what happens in the north eventually comes to the south, east and west.
The darkness will be brutal in its attempt to stamp its authority on the situation, is already only we haven’t seen the full extent of things on our TV’s yet – so it’s not real enough yet to touch every man and woman, but it will and must, because it never gives up. The irony is it is of darkness’s own making, its demise – it ‘thinks’ there is a certain freedom in exposure.
And isn’t it ridiculous it has to be on TV before the many will believe it is happening? As is said, perception is reality.
The end of the world? Who knows, but not the beautiful Earth. We just aren’t big or bold enough for that, however some might like to think.
But what to do about it?
I’ll tell you how it is with me, and I’m not special. For as long as … I have had a sense this world of unconscionable greed and brutal exploitation couldn’t possibly last. How could it, in a closed system where intolerance of perceived injustice grows with every step injustice takes it must eventually overtake injustice, mustn’t it. Yet it has gone on and on and there seems no end to it. But everything does end. That’s also the usual way of things, and nobody sees it coming in their time, being too close to it – except for the very few.
What do I do about it? I go on as I always have, doing what I am moved to do and doing my best. Nothing has changed or will change for me, because I was always going to die. Until then there is nothing more important than to realise peace of mind, and sometimes that means going through the fire first. It’s not just for me that I do this, though I don’t think I am doing it for anyone else either.
What I do I do first for me because what can I say if I don’t? “This is the way but I haven’t been down it yet.”? I can’t do that. I have to be grounded in experience, my own.
So I am back to what I do. You see what I do here, and everything else I do is ordinary – what people do. And everything passes. After, or for, peace of mind it is important for me to do whatever needs doing in my life, that I can do. I do it because I need to, and if I was to offer any advice it would have to be that – do what you have left to do. Because the need to do it will then leave you and whatever one does makes it easier for others to do. And you can then move on, in all respects.
So as I observe and relate the little wonders of the Earth I will notice the wranglings of the world. The two are often co-incident in my experience. In fact there is nothing discordant in what I say to how nature is. And I take whatever happens as serving a greater purpose though sometimes a falling tree is just a falling tree.
It’s not so much the end of the world as the beginning of the end of an era where exploitation of the many by the few was/is the norm.
No need to get superstitious or paranoid. :)
Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture to enlarge in a new tab
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