Mindless Wanderings

Brushing Against Reality: Choose Wisely

Brushing against reality we tend to look for those things which will make us feel most comfortable in our shakeable and shaken world of unknown. Wandering amongst our desires, we seek refuge and in so doing we endeavor to fall flat on our face in questioning wonderment. This is, of course, the reason for our insanity - to wonder, to go beyond our own unique characteristics in order to discover that there is no hope in hell that the same will perpetually endure. Sooner or later illusions disintegrate despite, and perhaps because of, the veracity of it’s own objections. Survival of the fittest is but a means to our own ends. In this end of time the sands reveal not just the passage thereof, but of what remains after all is said and done.

As we seek refuge we determine that our own unlimited beingness is to remain undiscovered, unrevealed and become but a still small voice way in the back of the concert hall of our uniqueness. The folly of human nature knows no bounds and yet is bound, embraced and contained completely within the expression of beingness. We are not only what we have become, but as the unlimitedness of our potentiality far exceeds our grasp we can but yearn to seek and discover all that there is to be known. What folly it is when we put on our rose-colored glasses in order to do battle with our foes. In the kingdom of desire we do indeed rule all that we survey.

Maturity requires the evolution of wisdom, the difference of knowing and understanding, of information and symbiology. It all comes out of somewhere and certainly goes somewhere else. In this creationary route to heaven not all souls tend to agree as each is separate and apart and in so doing recognize that there is no such thing as a common bond among any one or any thing. Mortality is not always an easy thing to perpetuate.

Running Scared

As we pursue our interest and interests in seeking, our attention comes to be fixed on an idea which we truly delight in expressing. Such joy do we find in this expression that we want to ensure that all are able to participate. Unfortunately, in this selfish expression of ideological love making we come to fall flat on our face as we stumble and mumble into the darkness of veiled sight. “All that we see is the expression of me.” As the wheel turns, our expression comes back to haunt us and so we embrace the unhappiness from which we run, frightened as children of the deep, dark things which go “bump” in the night.

Not to worry, it is simply our selves knocking at the door, reminding us of who or what we really are.

The best way to eliminate avoidance is to quit seeking it. The best way to overcome anything is to cease projecting the power of beingness. The best way to “figure out” the best way is to terminate the thinking process altogether. Creating projections, through the use and abuse of one’s mind-full entertainment, and then running away from them is a pretty silly thing to do. Are we so afraid of our selves that we will do anything in order to gain foot space ahead of it, always struggling to stay one step ahead? For what?

In the fear of our selves we define and exhibit the characteristics we so choose which are but a small slice of the totality which we are. How can one run from what is not real?

Off World, Off Course

As a planetary body this planet contains numerous wonders and delights to behold. The body moves with a grace and balance quite appropriate to it’s demeanor. It’s not my planet but it is a home to many, many others here - and that is where the trouble begins.

One’s home is one’s castle and as any intelligent race can attest, careless endeavors ensure problems of magnitude. This planet is in trouble and as the beginning stages of the repercussions move to the end of that stage the problems of magnitude multiply exponentially. Though it is never too late to care for the wounded some advanced wounds will simply refuse to be healed. Death knows when it is itself at the door.

A race can only advance through a foundation rooted in moral and just principals, of honor and integrity which currently appear to be close to non-existent here. Appearances can be deceiving but planetary bodies take no pleasure in man’s embrace of such silliness. What is, is and what occurs, does indeed occur. Signs and portents are all well and good, but what happens when those who contain the ability to read such are all slaughtered in the name of ‘the greater good’. Of course the only good which can come out of it is greed for the greedy and hunger for the hungry.

As the signs and portents reveal themselves in the form of death and destruction, don’t worry. Just pick up that handy dandy device called the ‘remote’ and watch a different corporate news channel which will reveal to you that which is more acceptable and comfortable. We all have our place, do we not? Blinded, our ears hear nothing but the lack of our own intelligence. Can Man grow up out of his own self ends?

Pied Piper

Opposing odds, we find a certain comfort and glee within which to live out a contemptuous existence. Neither dead nor alive the actors entertain and with fanciful footsteps ply their trade. Cast aside as not being worthy of note, we roboticly do as we are told, when and where. It’s not easy being nurtured from birth into roles of proprietary enterprise but since we are here to please, we do so. Our minds are not our own and this we consciously acknowledge. Breaking the rules requires consequence, what fool would do thus?

With a foot in the grave and another endowed with life we walk a fine line embracing an existence which lacks permanence. All that can be given, can be taken away. Holding on for dear life, we clutch at any and all things within our grasp. Holding tight, we shut the shades and pretend that no one is home lest our prizes be reclaimed - yet again.

In holding, we lose. In pretension, we find beingness. In life, we find death and often come to know fear. Who in their right mind would enter life in order to embrace a tenuous existence based upon these facets, upon these qualities which can only be attributed to something much greater and grander than the front row seats we find ourselves in. With attention fixated upon the world stage, emotion moves us and in this definition our beingness take refuge. How good it is to feel alive!

The Center Of Beingness

Out of the center, all things come. Come what may all that we can do is simply to relax into it’s fruition and come to be that which we already are. Despite the fact of our own unique brand of foolishness, nothing can change who or what we really are. We are as we are and no being, in this world or the next, can ever hold a candle to it’s glory. What fortuitous event it is that we are even able to come to recognize such a wonder of creation.

In our haste to satiate desire we fall into the hole we dig for ourselves. Having company with that which acknowledges our being, we gratefully accept any and all occurrences of consequence. Living a lie is nothing compared to the glory of our nature. In so bestowing life, we take it away. Behind the curtain the Master pulls each and every string and yet in the fabulousness of our ignorance we deem that control resides neither outside of ourselves nor within and being so bewildered we find comfort. Can it ever be possible to make sense of this topsy-turvey world?

Sense and sanity occlude the origin of our nature and in being so perplexed we devote our energies to seeking something, one or the other. It really doesn’t matter to what we dive into as it all eventually turns up empty anyway. For those of us who take great pride and pleasure in search and discovery satisfaction is permanently etched into oblivion. It is there on the outskirts, on the very edge of periphery that we create an answer to the problems we embrace.