What should humanity learn from all the negatives in the world today? First, people must learn to take full responsibility for their own lives, as individuals, in their family, community, nation, and world. Second, organize to become a force. It is obvious that individually we are powerless before the state, before the controllers. That's it, it's what humanity needs to learn, in my opinion.
Something else to take into account is the possibility of the very obvious fact that everything is controlled by the CIA and those that control the CIA, since they have endless funds, and they do not have effective oversight or accountability. Trying to dismantle it is putting your life on the line, as it was with JFK. We ask who is responsible for all the misinformation on the internet, making it impossible to know what to believe, and undermining how effective it could be for information sharing? It's obvious: the cia. Who else is going to take the trouble to do it?
It seems that humanity is really lost, because it is trapped in an environment of lies and misinformation that most everyone believes to be true. Again, it is obvious that this can have a disturbing effect, causing people to feel confused, addicted, or crazy, rendering them powerless. Just as a herd of cows can be controlled by a few men or dogs, so it is with mankind. In this way humanity remains enslaved and powerless. Right now, it seems that no one has a clue how to get out of this trap. Also, it seems that almost no one offers any solutions, much less recognizes how trapped humanity is.
Just as almost every person on this planet thinks that it is necessary for human beings to have to pay to live here, when in fact, it is a clearly absurd idea that ends up killing millions of people who do not have money to survive. The obviousness of this statement, and the blindness of the masses, clearly demonstrates the difficult situation in which humanity finds itself today. The situation seems hopeless. It seems that the checkmate is inevitable, but we still have a sliver of hope as long as we are alive.
But humanity should wake up soon. Perhaps the first thing is to recognize the falsity of their identity, which is equivalent to being governed by the false being, the ego. This initial and essential programming has to be replaced with a more accurate assessment of who we really are. Our egoic being is just an unconscious construction that occurred as a result of all the experiences lived. It was unconsciously created by conditioning and circumstance. It is far from the essence of who we really are. I suggest that it might be more accurate to imagine that we are emanations from the source, and much larger than we think. That we are not a thing, nor a body, nor a person, that we are too insubstantial for such, that what we are is a verb, and the verb is love.
walking towards the malokka last night i saw the fire in the metal container surrounded by happy people, talking, singing, and eating and i had the thought, "i created all this". immediately i thought that that could be an egoistic idea, and changed it to, "i created the possibility for this to happen, as the people involved were making it the unique experience it was. this makes me something like "god", after all, we are given a world of seemingly infinite possibilities.
infinity is ongoing, it has no end and so one could compare infinities as some may have been "going" for a longer time or a faster rate than others and hence could be more "advanced", in a word, larger. there are also some infinities that seem to have no beginning as well and are going in both directions. they must be vast. imagine if something is moving infinitely on both ends and is curving and meets to form a circle, that this might be how black holes are formed. or you know how something can infinitely be cut in half, even the most infinitely small thing, so u have infinity going in an ever smaller direction and at the same time, it could be increasing like the edge of the universe at an incredible speed, it boggles the mind to imagine such a thing, just as it is impossible to imagine where the edge of space could be for matter or vibrations to fill. it sounds like a very advanced form of mathematics, "comparing infinities". googling...yes, physics and mathematics are onto it. i think i will leave it to them.
maybe the point is, is that our minds cannot wrap around some ideas like ever expanding space and ever expanding universe. it makes no sense because how could space have limits, because if it did, like it was enclosed, then what would be outside of that? it just is impossible to conceive, which gives credence to the possibility that all is a hologram or an illusion and that really no thing exists at all. and then there we are, back to zero. welcome to the fog. this thing we call life is a fog, and we are all wondering in it together, lost. it helps a lot to have someones hand to hold, to be lost together, so to speak, some might call it love..
and as far as me being like a god, more likely in this form that we find ourselves inhabiting, we are emanations of god or source. we are therefore most likely emissaries of love, creating possibilities for one another. one possibility would be spending some time together.
What if you found yourself to be the only sane person that you knew of in all the world. Its not a great situation to be in. If everyone else is insane and you say that you are sane, they are all going to think that you are definitely insane, besides the fact that things are just going to get crazier and crazier. Of course, hopefully, there are some small percentage out there that are also not insane, but how to find them? Isolation is the condition, and we are not wired for isolation. we need each other, we need connection, warmth, love, to be understood, or we will suffer. That singular sane person is going to feel very alone. One of the cruellest punishments is to put someone in isolation, as they do in prisons.
In a world in which you must pay to enter, live in, and to leave, there is a life-long urgent need to have a constant flow of money. This puts everyone under strain, duress, and stress. It takes the fun out of life. It makes everything very serious, divides humanity (the haves and the have nots), and drives a lot of people crazy. There are those few who find a way to have a steady and sufficient flow, enough to alleviate much of the stress, but often it is done at the expense of others through some form of exploitation or corruption, and this creates monster parasites that "flourish" amongst us, in the form of business men, banks, corporations, and criminals/politicians.
Some make it like a game, like the game monopoly, and manage to have fun with it. But to succeed in business is almost as difficult as growing coconuts in Alaska, and it can be like a prison sentence, where one must toil many hours of every day, and to fail is not that much fun, because the consequences can be so extremely dire.
Due to the seriousness of this condition, we lose the joyful quality that life offers, and it is only children who enjoy a certain amount of freedom and lack of responsibilities that can experience this joy through their constant play, until they must hunker down and endure the boredom of their daily childs prison, called school, or until they realize that they too, must forgo their play to find a job in order to survive or possibly thrive. This makes them serious and the art of play, becomes lost in the sobering reality of capitalism.
This explains to some degree, how it is that we lose the ability to play. This is tragic, because it is quite possible that "play is the way," And everyone goes insane, having forgone play for work, joy for seriousness, which is highly unnatural and sad.
Music is so popular and gratifying because it is a form of play, as well as all the arts. And I firmly believe that having an artistic outlet is a way to maintain ones sanity. Our community in Vilcabamba, Ecuador Chambalabamba, is based on this idea to some degree.
If you can recall when you stopped skipping as most all children do (skip and stop skipping), this might have been the time that you might have begun to lose your sense of play. It often occurs at the onset of adolescence. How do we regain our sense of play? It might be the only way to regain our sanity. That is what I would like to know. All original ideas are welcome or even non original ideas.
(A bagel is a circular special bread with a hole in the middle)
If you think about it, the hole in the bagel has existed even before the bagel was created. We're a lot like that, if you think about it. My great-great uncle, known as Bagelhole 1, used to go around the cafeterias to collect bagel holes that people inevitably left over and put them in a big sack that always seemed empty, but when he draped it over his shoulders and all bent over, it seemed very heavy. He was way ahead of his time because he believed it was the hole in the bagel that was important, rather than the "meat" in the bagel that everyone loved to eat. He was an anti-materialist. He believed that if you put your finger through the hole in the bagel, you could feel the pulsing of the universe if you were sensitive enough, and if you looked through the hole, you could see infinity, and if you arranged the bagels one on top of the other, you could climb to the moon. The least that one could say about him was that his spirituality was eccentric.
Somehow I am similar to that. My spiritual path is also kind of eccentric. My way is to cherish the moments between the sounds of barking dogs, to feel eternally grateful for these times, and also for not stepping on any dog poop. I believe that the world has gone to the dogs and that it is almost impossible to escape incessant barking. You might think that the Arctic and Antarctic are the only places on the planet where you can enjoy a bark-free zone, but if you think about it again, you will realize that even there you will be annoyed by the barking sounds of the seals.
I have tried to transcend the incessant, ubiquitous barking, though it seems that Ecuadorians are very good at transcending them, since they will never bother to stop their dog from barking, but I have not succeeded, perhaps due to the probable likelihood of a theory that I have; that in a past life I was eaten by a group of ravenous barking dogs.
The creator, if there is one, created wonderful sounds like the songs of birds or the rustle of leaves in the wind, but in contrast, created the barking of dogs and car alarms. He, She, It also created cute and cuddly creatures like babies, puppies, rabbits, etc and by contrast He,Etc also created disgusting creatures like rats, cockroaches, and mosquitoes, although rats can sometimes make good pets, and maybe cockroaches too (though I can't find any cockroach lover groups on Duck,Duck,Go).
I know that an enlightened attitude would be to accept everything with grace, the good, the bad and the ugly. One must accept everything. But that doesn't mean everything like cruelty, injustice and barking dogs must be tolerated. Is it not true?
Either (pronounced eye thur) or either (pronounced ee thur), to me, I say eye thur, because I wish to be or at least appear to be more cultivated (even to myself), rather than less, to be completely honest, even a little vulnerable, if I may say so. I am speaking rhetorically, as of course, I don't need your permission for anything... only your indulgence perhaps, but my habitual tendency is the latter. For my whole life, every time this word comes up, I have to decide how to pronounce this word. Life is so full of problems, of conundrums. Of course, this is relatively small, unimportant, but it could just be the straw that breaks the camel's back, so to speak.
Everything is important, the small, the big, etc. ok, some things are more important than others, but even the trivial can be important, I don't wish to trivialize the trivial. no one stands up for the trivial and I for one, don't wish to be a leader for this cause, as it seems beneath me. You see, probably everyone feels that way and hence there are no champions for seemingly unimportant causes, but there might actually be ones that are more important than they seem, or visa versa. People are willing to stand for many causes that seem important but that really aren't so important. An example would be like voting for humpty or dumpty, people put a lot of energy into this kind of thing and you can see them waving little toy flags and wearing funny hats to emphasize the importance of their cause, or getting all emotional about a sporting event, which in actuality has no real importance. there are too many examples to waste my time on, so lets either (pronunciation is up to you) move on or we might waste our time.
I hate to waste my or anyone's time. I have a thing about waste. I always eat whatever is on my plate. It may seem that I might be avaricious or gluttinous, but no, really I can be very generous and magnanimous. You will notice that no word is wasted here. I even collect my own waste and use it for fertilizer.. we have compost toilets where I live. but lets keep our thoughts lofty, gravity even effects thoughts and words it seems. I say "it seems " because it either (your choice) does or it doesn't. In my mind I am a free clown, at least in my own limited way. I have the right to laugh at bad jokes, its a basic human right I believe, however a clown does not have the right to make bad jokes, this is a no no, this just makes people hate clowns. I belong to the clown anti-defamation league. There is a lot of anti clown sentiment in the world today. To be a clown is often looked down upon. When I told my mommy and daddy that I wanted to be a clown when I grow up, they frowned. They wanted me to be a doctor or something. It was either (your choice) this or that. It was this.
It is probably easier to cure people then to make them laugh. people can be very serious. People often imagine that there situation is deadly serious, their lives may be at stake or those of their loved ones, they may not have any money for their next meal, and have kids to feed, how sad is that? a clown comes along trying to make them laugh, and naturally they might want to kill him (maybe eat him). it can be dangerous being a clown. We are not welcome at funerals and many other events.
Real clowns, funny ones are a dying breed, they are almost extinct. no one is trying to save them. They should be on the endangered animal list, They could go the way of the dodo bird. If a clown's jokes don't fly, like the dodo, he becomes a target, because people expect clowns to be funny, just like you expect someone who is a singer to be able to sing, or a nurse to nurse, a worker to work, a politician to lie, a crook to steal, a wife to complain or to be late, a husband to be faithful, and even though trees don't move, you expect it to leave (ha, ha), a dog to bark and shit, a mountain climber to go up, a lover to go down, we all have our expectations.
When you are in a row boat, you can either choose one or the other or both oars, it is an either (eethur), either (eye thur) oar/ or situation. it is a clown's dilemma. Life is ridiculous.
when i slow down and just sit, and there are no dogs barking, and everything is still and whispery, the sun has just set and the end of the valley is gleaming. the underlit clouds so serenely stand still and only the quiet drone of the river and the constant twittering of birds, now they are silent. the beauty stands out now, i can be a part of it, and the clouds so soft and fluffy, have taken on a golden hue, so often i don't notice this, my mind is elsewhere, its crazy, better to tune into the deepening colors, drenching and quenching my thirst to absorb the beautiful surroundings. it is such a rare privilege to have all of this at my disposal, as it is our ground to do as we please, with respect for the sacredness of everything. enjoying the solitude, to be with myself, tranquilo.
i love the 3d immensality of everything and now the penetrating sounds of 2 birds nearby. a burro, 2 burros, and the silent lull of the river returns, birds chirp in and disappear, the sky is greycefull, full of grace and grey, its slowness adding to the weight of its beauty, almost imperceptibly moving, in no hurry to go anywhere, frozen softly, barely breathing, against the paling opaque, blue sky, lengthening into night. the curves of the silhouetting mountains are so well arranged, that one can sense the divinity behind it. a monumental sensuous dance moving as the eye moves, no hurry to the orgasmic release of rain, tantric giver of life, the mountains are a pale brown, as all the grasses have died, with the dryness of the season, only to be reborn again when the rainy season arrives.
Now, night is passing overhead and its still too soon for the stars. the frogs make their eerie sing song sound, far enough in the background, their nightly rendevous sounds a lot like crickets, but lower in tone, more like jazz from mars. the night is stealing its way in, abducting the day.
so many people have been seeing UFO'S over by Mt. mandango, here in Vilcabamba, these last few months and for many years, i have never seen one, though i had one strange experience about 5 years ago or so, walking in the plaza with some chums, i looked up and saw a huge rectangle in the clouds, we all saw it, it was a rectangular shadow on the bottom of the clouds, that just stayed there. i took a video of it, but when fb one day, disappeared my fb page, everything was lost. I couldn't explain it. It was just weird.
for me, the ufo's are the biggest hope that humanity, so lost and suicidal, under the malevolent stranglehold of violent authority, has at the moment, assuming of course, that the ETs are benevolent.
There were many winks and smirks in the sphinx works shop, mostly in spurts. Gossip was rampant with the poverty stricken workers. Outside The ghost writers assembled around the jadegreen vined gravestone.
Making exact replicas of the mighty sphinx of ancient Egypt had become quite popular among the 1% which most of the 99% served in one way or the other. The ghost writers had the ability to find stories in the minds of others and writing a lot of fiction based on real stories. There were and endless supply of real stories and of course some of them are quite fantastic, unbelievable even.
The scope of human experiences is on the scale of the numbers of grains of sand on the planet. This town if you call it that was extraordinary in so many ways. Its history read like fairy tales with extraterrestrials, treasure chests filled with jewels, murders, etc. the whole gamet, most of it singular, that is, not repeatable. There was a rumor that a recent visitor had floated in on anti gravity machine with an invisible shield. And of course 99% believed it immediately, and it was true.
The town was subject to all the nuances that each resident felt inside and was a very accurate reflection of that. And on the whole it was beautiful, but there would be breaches in the tranquil air at times and that kept everyone on their toes so to speak and with the violent women, because this town was infamous for its violent women, most of the men were “walking on eggs” so to speak, sometimes tippy toe. This created an invisible tension in the air, which some of the more sensitive citizens could feel. There was so much going on under the surface. Many people who looked happy were actually unhappy. There were bearing some cross and were being worn down as each day passed until they would be compressed and plodding, to the point of exploding or imploding.
The need for money pressed down on everyone and the thought of not having enough or how to make some, was what constantly took up space in their minds. This had a deleterious affect on them, as if living in a commercialized world wasn't bad enough, their minds were contaminated by the constancy of this burden. This translated into a serious, hard nose attitude in general and only the children would be exuberently wild and playful. The adults were all about business. Ouch.
But with the influx of foreigners, they were able to observe how it was possible to live frivilously and at first they looked down on this seemingly superficial manner, but with time they began to yearn to be so, like children and unburdened of any and all responsibility. When one day a man came to town who was an expert at play. And he would play with anything, everything, and anyone all the time. He had a very playful attitude. Sometimes it was so simple that it was almost simplistic. If you have watched how children play, there is a lot of copying, a lot of openness to whatever comes out of it and that is what he taught the adults how to do, that is, how to be open to the most ridiculous or seemingly meaningless type of play. People were enamored by this kind of experience, it was so lacking in their daily lives, it made them feel so good, so happy.
After awhile almost the whole town, locals and foreigners were playing every time there was any kind of interchange. It was amazing, the whole town was laughing all the time. People started to like one another and relate to each other thru play. There was one resident who believed that skipping, simply skipping is what the world needed. So amongst all the players he would skip around the plaza in a very playful way and soon one person joined him and following some algorithem, it would grow exponentially until it was like a swarm and totally crazy. The town had become so playful and crazy that it was soon known as the happiest place on the planet, and teams of scientists would come to study the inhabitants to be able to understand what exactly was happening and why were they so happy, etc. they would interview children and adults and get different answers from everyone, but all positive. They measured hospital visits, etc. and found that people needed less and less medical attention. That the play and skipping seemed to have a positive effect on health.
They had contests, like who could do the silliest thing.The silliest thing anyone did was 4 people juggling their eyes up and down. But they got better and better over time coming up with supersilly ridiculous ideas. One idea was to have a contest for the best design for the silliest possible statue.
They were taking silliness to new heights, making things laughingly ridiculous. So that people were laughing out loud all over the place, most all the time, with the sacred tranquility, the back drop.