It has been a while since posting, so I would like to return with some thoughts from a friend of mine... Some interesting points to dwell upon...
Has anyone seen this video!?!?!?!?! Last night, I was watching a documentary on TV. In it, Donald Rumsfeld & Henry Kissinger blatantly admit that the 1969 moon walk was faked! I was shocked and horrified. A 5-minute video clip of this can be found on youtube.comType in "rumsfeld moon" and the video series will come up. Watch part 5. It's called"Moon Landing a Fake or Fact: Part 5". What does this mean?It means that our government cannot be trusted. They are pathetic.
They lied about the moon. And they lied about Pearl Harbor, the bastards!The US government has admitted that they purposely allowed Pearl Harbor to bebombed so that the US had a good reason to enter WWII. Three days before PearlHarbor was bombed, Australia warned the US government of the attack and the USgovernment said, "That's okay. We are already aware." What makes you think that they aren't lying about 9-11?The US government bombed the World Trade Center. What makes you think thatthey didn't!?! Do we actually trust them? Are we that stupid? You bet we are. And when the US government assassinates Barrack Obama in April of 2011, arewe actually going to believe them when they say, "It was the KKK that did it"?Of course we are . . . and even if we don't believe them, we are too apathetic to do anything about it b/c we are too busy just trying to make ends meet.
We will accept their lame excuses and tuck our tails between our legs. But American blacks won't tuck their tails between their legs or their heads up their own asses. When Obama gets shot in April of 2011, expect to see riots in America.But they won't be small riots like when Rodney King was convicted. American blacks are going to lose the plot when Obama gets killed. And rightfullyso. They should be pissed off. America is getting ready to permanently change.
It cannot continue the way it has beengoing. Minimum wage is half of what it should be; the corporations and insurance companiesand pharmaceudical companies own the money. The lower class and lower middle classis growing ever restless. Money is becoming harder and harder to come by. Most middle class baby boomers are waiting for their pensions to mature. And when thosemillions of men and women turn 65 years old between 2011 and 2015, what are they goingto do? Out of fear (justified fear) that the stock market is growing ever weaker, they willpull their money out of the stock market, thus fueling a complete stock market collapse.
In search of better job opportunities, Americans will flee to Mexico! I shit you not. All of these things are inevitable UNLESS . . . we, each of us individuals, seek to change things NOW. I don't exactly what that means. Maybe write to your congressman, or plant your own garden, or treat others as you want to be treated, or put some solar panelson your roof. Maybe we all throw our full support behind Obama. If any single person can fix America, he can. Unfortunately, I do not believe that any single human being can fix it all. WEneed to fix it.
Can't we see that WE are the cause of this mess? "How did I cause this?" you might ask. By blindly accepting their lies as Truth, that's how.Dairy is not a healthy food for humans to consume!!! So why do we consume it? Becausethe dairy industry has spent billions of $$ convincing us to drink it. Who do you honestlythink pays for the research that "proves" milk is good for you? The dairy industry!It is the same with red meat and vaccination and medications for ADHD. It's all a fuckingfarce. "For as long as a man continues to trust in the propaganda machine, he will live as a slaveto it." Do not trust . . . doubt. There are two questions that must be asked of every "authority". Everytime some one tellsyou, "Dairy [or whatever] is good for you . . . it has calcium", you must ask: 1. "Where did you read that?"2. "Where can I get a copy?" 99.9% of the time, you will find that people are merely repeating what the propaganda machine has programmed them to think. 0.1% of the time, they will offer up a piece ofresearch. READ that research and you will see that 99.9% of the time, it has been paidfor by the industry in question!!! Fucking bastards! But we can no longer blame them for the fact that we are stupid! We must open our own eyes. Maybe then, we won't live in fear of our government, the economy, and the propaganda machine.
Jeremy
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
04.12.08 - thought of the day...Interesting
Part of a multimedia presentation, interpreted and narrated by Wes Felty: Chief Seattle's reply to a Government offer to purchase the remaining Salish lands. (737k MP3)
Version 1 (below) appeared in the Seattle Sunday Star on Oct. 29, 1887, in a column by Dr. Henry A. Smith.
"CHIEF SEATTLE'S 1854 ORATION" - ver . 1AUTHENTIC TEXT OF CHIEF SEATTLE'S TREATY ORATION 1854
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume -- good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.
Our good father in Washington--for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north--our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward -- the Haidas and Tsimshians -- will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.
To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors -- the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.
Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.
Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.
It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian's night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man's trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.
We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Version 1 (below) appeared in the Seattle Sunday Star on Oct. 29, 1887, in a column by Dr. Henry A. Smith.
"CHIEF SEATTLE'S 1854 ORATION" - ver . 1AUTHENTIC TEXT OF CHIEF SEATTLE'S TREATY ORATION 1854
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume -- good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.
Our good father in Washington--for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north--our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward -- the Haidas and Tsimshians -- will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.
To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors -- the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.
Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.
Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.
It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian's night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man's trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.
We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
06.11.08 - Thoughts for today
"An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law." Martin Luther the King
"There is no such thing as a "self-made" man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success."
Adam George Matthew
SS
"There is no such thing as a "self-made" man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success."
Adam George Matthew
SS
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
A new Era has dawned ...
As we dawn upon a new era of equity, of the true ideology of equality I wonder deeply will change now make a difference? As the first Black President of the United States of America holds his head up high to be voted in will it serve purpose to our slowly deteriorating globe. My personal opinions of Obama's win is one of immense joy, tears of joy swell in my eyes, are we as a people finally acknowledging notions of Equity, are we finally seeing beyong race, ethnicity, skin colour, beyond the parameters and limitations of physical features and doing what is intrinsically right for our survival, our being? I think so, to an extent, people are shifting their mindsets, we are changing, we are acknowledging truth beyond physical limitations such as race, ethnicity, gender, etc. We are on the path to understanding that discrimination is not the path to reconciliation, it is not the path to true justice, it is not the path to love, to acceptance and to progress on any level. Unfortunately in our world today Black people are considered a minority Ethnic group, this is supported by general attitudes, scholars and society in general, regardless of what scholars or people in power think or hold belief to, it is the false ideologies of White man that misplaces us within society. This is evident in our cultural practices, our legislations, our political actions, our laws and our attitudes in genral that are maintained towards minority groups of any sort. This is wrong, demeaning and devolutionary to our progress as a people. As Obama enters the centre stage, on this arena, he appears graceful, eliquant, humble, brilliantly minded, sharp, hopefull, enthusiastic, real, truthful and quite different from other leaders up to now.
I only hope all this is true and that as an individual his truths are followed by many to make the difference we require as a people, as a global society. although I am in Australia, and this president is in America, what happens anywhere, even in the remotest parts of the world, will somehow affect us, the world is small, we are all united and I strongly hope that Obama continues to unite peoples from all diverse cultures, I only hope this era provides us with inner and outer progress.
The journey will be long, arduous, entriguing, difficult, painfull and above all we will be faced with truths that we do not want to know, such as our racist, discriminative pasts and present. We must ace theses fears, these aspects of our being, we must acknowledge our racist personalities and understand that only through acknowledgment and the will to change will change on a global level actually occur. I hope many realize the beauty of what has happend, the fact that the 44th American president is a Black man is of the upmost beauty, it indicates taht many of us are ready for change, for acknowledgment, but we do have many a path to tread before we reach any form of equilibrium. My responsibility at this stage is to acknowledge and recognize the person I am and make the appropriate changes, I will do my best, we are relational beings therefore rely on eachother for guidence, I will extend my hand to those who need it and hope that hands will be extended back to me when I need it, positive progress can only be made via means of collective involvement...
Namaste
SS
I only hope all this is true and that as an individual his truths are followed by many to make the difference we require as a people, as a global society. although I am in Australia, and this president is in America, what happens anywhere, even in the remotest parts of the world, will somehow affect us, the world is small, we are all united and I strongly hope that Obama continues to unite peoples from all diverse cultures, I only hope this era provides us with inner and outer progress.
The journey will be long, arduous, entriguing, difficult, painfull and above all we will be faced with truths that we do not want to know, such as our racist, discriminative pasts and present. We must ace theses fears, these aspects of our being, we must acknowledge our racist personalities and understand that only through acknowledgment and the will to change will change on a global level actually occur. I hope many realize the beauty of what has happend, the fact that the 44th American president is a Black man is of the upmost beauty, it indicates taht many of us are ready for change, for acknowledgment, but we do have many a path to tread before we reach any form of equilibrium. My responsibility at this stage is to acknowledge and recognize the person I am and make the appropriate changes, I will do my best, we are relational beings therefore rely on eachother for guidence, I will extend my hand to those who need it and hope that hands will be extended back to me when I need it, positive progress can only be made via means of collective involvement...
Namaste
SS
Thursday, October 30, 2008
31.10.08 - Thoughts...
Why is it that we age? Does how we approach our life during our living years have a deeply profound effect on how we conduct our selves through our older years. Yes, our body eventually physically breaks down, the efficiency of our cellular prodeuction becomes deminished, this process is faster for some than it is for others, nevertheless we are carbon based life forms, therefore our bodies have a physical expiry date of some form. What I would like to concentrate on is what we do we with ourselves when we are in our latter years. Is how we act when we are younger directly influence how we act when we are older? Let me provide an example; If a man or woman leads a very selfish life does that portray through to their later years? The same applies to any character trait or succession of one's life. I am attempting to not generalize to extremely, I realize that individuals are highly influenced by many factors, such as age, sex, culture, religion, sexual orientation, history (both collective and individual), experiences adn so fourth. What I am attempting to convay is that by an individual living a certain way throughout their life in how their psyche functions, does this way of living directly affect their life in latter years?
Another example, lets dive in tio the concept a person being quite lazy in their approach to life, whilst growing, throughout the adult years and in to their older years. We are all aware of the fact that one of the factors contributing to rapid aging is the fact that we slow down, both mentally and physically, we do less and age quicker. If on is lazy throughout their life, and continues to be lazy through their older years, do they die a pre mature death, do they purposly end their life early, by not being as physical as what they could be, by not maintaining a sharp mind, via practice of any sort. I am not interested in genetically gifted persons, this is not the point I am attemoting to convey.
We must attempt to contemplate on this question? Do we age because we cease to try, we cease to dive in to challenges, in to testing ourselves, in to pushing our being? Or do we age because society says that we must, that once we reach a certain age we believe it is time to stop? I believe these false beliefs are what slow us down, is what kills us pre maturely.
It comes down to one important defining factor, knowing thyself, on as many levels as possible, the only one to do this is to constantly push ourselves, that is how we learn our limits, test our being, make ourselves uncomfortable then find a way back to comfort. Who are we really? why are we? and what governs our existance? Is it our environment that surrounds us and what it contains responsible for what and how we think? Yes ofcourse, BUT, we are responsible for what we do with that information, and how it is processed internally. Again I am well aware that this is circular, the way we process is also influenced by that which surrounds us, as we influence it, BUT again, we should not allow collective ideas govern our existance without carefull thought, reflection and consideration in to the details of all this...
Namaste
SS
Another example, lets dive in tio the concept a person being quite lazy in their approach to life, whilst growing, throughout the adult years and in to their older years. We are all aware of the fact that one of the factors contributing to rapid aging is the fact that we slow down, both mentally and physically, we do less and age quicker. If on is lazy throughout their life, and continues to be lazy through their older years, do they die a pre mature death, do they purposly end their life early, by not being as physical as what they could be, by not maintaining a sharp mind, via practice of any sort. I am not interested in genetically gifted persons, this is not the point I am attemoting to convey.
We must attempt to contemplate on this question? Do we age because we cease to try, we cease to dive in to challenges, in to testing ourselves, in to pushing our being? Or do we age because society says that we must, that once we reach a certain age we believe it is time to stop? I believe these false beliefs are what slow us down, is what kills us pre maturely.
It comes down to one important defining factor, knowing thyself, on as many levels as possible, the only one to do this is to constantly push ourselves, that is how we learn our limits, test our being, make ourselves uncomfortable then find a way back to comfort. Who are we really? why are we? and what governs our existance? Is it our environment that surrounds us and what it contains responsible for what and how we think? Yes ofcourse, BUT, we are responsible for what we do with that information, and how it is processed internally. Again I am well aware that this is circular, the way we process is also influenced by that which surrounds us, as we influence it, BUT again, we should not allow collective ideas govern our existance without carefull thought, reflection and consideration in to the details of all this...
Namaste
SS
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
29.10.08 - Thought of the Day...
How does one psychologically and emotionally disasociate themselves from love, from friendship, from knowing something all of their lives, from understanding and being surrounded by that energy for the most part of their lives, then in one instance in time that energy at a certain level ceases to exist, it simply disapears... Death, how does the human person understand death? How does the human person prepare for death? To prepare for something efficiently, adequately and with inner content and satisfaction we must know in full or at the very least as close to possible what we are pareparing for? how do we prepare for death, our own, another's, how? Death is something that belongs in it's own category, in it's own space, is death something that can be prepared for? can we conditionion ourselves sincerely to death, or is it something that appears to be conditioned for but in reality is a process that is simply surpressed.
The pain at so many levels that accompany death is immense, intense and at the least confusing. Does one understand death via pathways of acceptance? Do we simply accept death as part of life (which it obviously is) a stage of life which is necessary for all, physically but also for our psychological growth, when truly a loved one physically dies we are forced to deal with inner conflict, grief, sadness, anger, an array of intense usually negative emotions that can define either negatively or positively the human person, this is growth, if we as individuals allow growth to take place through critical self reflection, deeper states of consciousness and an attempt to know oneself at a very different level.
What is death though, what significance does it hold with societies? As a method of dealing with death has the human person constructed a mythical or spiritual place where we all go, another destination, a new life begins, one road ends, another starts. Is this all created to simply satisfy the not knowing in all of us? Is death the cause of spirituality, that of abstract thoughts, the divine and more, or is death simply a process, which enables us to know all these truths which exist beyond our primary physical senses?
I leave on that note, I leave by stating that many answers and truths lay in the concept of death and its pyschological and physical act...
namaste...
SS
The pain at so many levels that accompany death is immense, intense and at the least confusing. Does one understand death via pathways of acceptance? Do we simply accept death as part of life (which it obviously is) a stage of life which is necessary for all, physically but also for our psychological growth, when truly a loved one physically dies we are forced to deal with inner conflict, grief, sadness, anger, an array of intense usually negative emotions that can define either negatively or positively the human person, this is growth, if we as individuals allow growth to take place through critical self reflection, deeper states of consciousness and an attempt to know oneself at a very different level.
What is death though, what significance does it hold with societies? As a method of dealing with death has the human person constructed a mythical or spiritual place where we all go, another destination, a new life begins, one road ends, another starts. Is this all created to simply satisfy the not knowing in all of us? Is death the cause of spirituality, that of abstract thoughts, the divine and more, or is death simply a process, which enables us to know all these truths which exist beyond our primary physical senses?
I leave on that note, I leave by stating that many answers and truths lay in the concept of death and its pyschological and physical act...
namaste...
SS
Friday, October 24, 2008
25.10.08 - A message from a friend...
Let us not dwell excessively in the world of theory and subjectivity. To absorb the teachings of those who have gone before us is only useful in understanding where we are in our spiritual journey.
That is not to disregard the intelligence of humanity – those who have committed their lives to expanding their physical minds, to bring others a greater understanding of our physical journey.
If these comments seem simplistic in relation to how much we think we “know” – consider this – life as most people live it, is made up of doing what we have to do, dreaming about what we’d like to do and wondering what it is we should be doing.
Through the ages we quest for a greater understanding of ourselves, of the world as we see it around us.
All of this becomes irrelevant once we are able to un-focus from our upside down reality and understand, all is as it should be.
This does not disregard the poverty, the world at war, the greed, the corruption – but where do you choose to focus? It is not time right now for equilibrium, we are a work in progress.
The answer is simple in life once you “know”. Now listen with the ears of the soul, look with your heart, not with your eyes; “Knowing” is the gift of oneness with the universe, shining through the veil of our humanity, an attainment we all reach at different times.
Consider if you could follow the journey and separate one drop of water in the vastness of our oceans – it is this we try to analyse.
When we feel connectedness to all that is in nature, feel love, euphoria,empathy and compassion for our brothers and sisters, when injustice cuts us to the core in our earthly body – this is our connection to all that is, to unconditional love, to the cosmos.
The cosmos is us, we are all each other, all connected. Such is the illusion of separation , of perceived reality in our journey home.
To those of you who know and love me, who know the mistakes I have made and roads I have walked, to falter yet seek my spiritual path with such unwavering faith and optimistic joy – to understand so much at one level and still succumb to painful lessons – aahh – such is the paradox of spirituality within the shell of humanity.
Would not change one step of my journey. Walk with faith and joy my brothers and sisters.
Arohanui (all my love)
Marangi Ahorangi Tautoru
That is not to disregard the intelligence of humanity – those who have committed their lives to expanding their physical minds, to bring others a greater understanding of our physical journey.
If these comments seem simplistic in relation to how much we think we “know” – consider this – life as most people live it, is made up of doing what we have to do, dreaming about what we’d like to do and wondering what it is we should be doing.
Through the ages we quest for a greater understanding of ourselves, of the world as we see it around us.
All of this becomes irrelevant once we are able to un-focus from our upside down reality and understand, all is as it should be.
This does not disregard the poverty, the world at war, the greed, the corruption – but where do you choose to focus? It is not time right now for equilibrium, we are a work in progress.
The answer is simple in life once you “know”. Now listen with the ears of the soul, look with your heart, not with your eyes; “Knowing” is the gift of oneness with the universe, shining through the veil of our humanity, an attainment we all reach at different times.
Consider if you could follow the journey and separate one drop of water in the vastness of our oceans – it is this we try to analyse.
When we feel connectedness to all that is in nature, feel love, euphoria,empathy and compassion for our brothers and sisters, when injustice cuts us to the core in our earthly body – this is our connection to all that is, to unconditional love, to the cosmos.
The cosmos is us, we are all each other, all connected. Such is the illusion of separation , of perceived reality in our journey home.
To those of you who know and love me, who know the mistakes I have made and roads I have walked, to falter yet seek my spiritual path with such unwavering faith and optimistic joy – to understand so much at one level and still succumb to painful lessons – aahh – such is the paradox of spirituality within the shell of humanity.
Would not change one step of my journey. Walk with faith and joy my brothers and sisters.
Arohanui (all my love)
Marangi Ahorangi Tautoru
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