Here And No-Where Else
I’ve made it known about my disconnection with the various power positions that are going on and the reasons for that. Sometimes even the big boys require an alternate perspective, one which lies outside the boundaries of safety and the big easy chair. What happens after that is up to the ole cause and effect. It’s not just a matter of what “comes around goes around” but more a matter of doing that which is right - not a matter of what one may think is right, but doing that which brings about balance in a world, universe or dimension gone mad. ( Madness can be defined as that which is removed from balance or harmony. In a dynamically aligned perspective this thread is what keeps beingness from falling into the pit of self-gazing called the dwindling spiral of becoming. The further one travels down this avenue of pain and suffering, the further one delves into madness and the only way out of it is to either succumb to it’s charm wholly and completely or to turn the tide and swim back home. Either way it’s a struggle but the whole purpose of being unbalanced is to bring about the experience of native state. Too bad one cannot experience that which one is but the sacrificial play of being on stage for all to see is most enticing. )
Balance continues to be brought to bear but the sublime is not always easy to see when one is caught up in the rapture of one’s own experience. How marvelous we are, are we not?
Well, that marvel can use a bit ‘o shine as the facade is clearly showing signs of distress.
As the full force of urban renewal comes to the fore both the hunted and the hunter are forced to realign themselves to the new playground. School, it seems, is never ‘out’. Got it yet?
Getting one’s house in order seems to be the order of the day but let’s not forget that balance is more than just a pretty idea or a lovely state from which to pass judgement, a place from which our perspective projects itself upon all those in our ‘kingdom’ to have and to hold sway. Hah!
Playing the high and mighty roles of keepers, sleepers and redeemers there is no end to our rules of the road, while on the road. The journey is the goal.
But let’s not let that stop us from knowing ourselves and all our relations. This is, after all, the definition of balance.
Anything else is just letting it all go to our head - and we already know what that means.
Thinking Beyond Thought
Incremental steps suit some while cataclysmic shifts of perspective suit others. We all have our ‘favorite’ means of transportation and sometimes we can even surprise ourselves by suddenly taking an alternate route. This is not in reference to our mental shenanigans of ‘figure-figure’ but in reference to our own being, our own nature which is but a by-product of our native state. You see, sometimes ‘going native’ is a good thing.
Here at Gathering Minds the focus is on moving beyond the boundaries of our own imagination - our own ideas of that which we conjure up for our own entertainment. W-a-y before thinking moves into the light of our conscious awareness movement has already reached fruition. This movement is our own state of being which lies above and well beyond the mental constructs we call ‘me’. Thought moves at the speed of molasses in the dead of winter and though we entertain the notion that this speed is blindingly fast (according to our present referential state) it is none-the-less the after effects of our own movement. The hare may find gainful employment upon the road called the physical universe but the turtle is the wisdom which guides rightness to it’s fruition.
No matter the extent of preparation one may take in order to “survive’ no body is getting out alive. Getting one’s house in order means more than just doing that which is right, it also means bringing balance to bear in our own universe, of creating the ability to change one’s mind - one’s habituation. To be or not to be is not the question as that has already been answered but what has not been answered is the purpose of one’s journey and one’s actions upon the canvas of life and living and to see that journey through.
One can work day and night for all eternity in the Garden of Eden and yet still come up short. Purpose and plan, purpose and plan.
Sometimes one can figure out for ever and a day and yet never see the light of day. Willingly going down the rabbit hole called the dwindling spiral is something only the crazy do, those driven by the madness called ‘me’. Listening to the echoes of thought reverberate upon the walls of our being we take comfort in the knowledge that we are. How can madness not be far behind as we dictate our actions based upon the voices in our heads.
Living a lie, we pay for our misdeeds in order to consciously bring balance to bear upon ourselves. Visiting ourselves in the night we creep stealthily hoping we will not hear as we continue to tightly shut our eyes in order to keep the dream alive for but a while longer. Stretching reality to the breaking point the point does indeed break. One may ask of one’s self why it is that what happens to us happens in the way that it does. In effect, cause becomes apparent which is a way of saying that one should answer the door because you are knocking.
Balance is the dynamics of the universe being brought into harmony - up close and personal.
It’s pretty darn obvious that most people view the universe, themselves and everything else in _dis_harmony. In judgment we create the feeling or experience of being in charge. In this egotistical perspective what we are really saying is that we are frail and weak which requires us to take on the face of power and enormity. Judgement can only occur where there is separation and isolation which is the complete opposite of balance and harmony. Why do we tremble so in the face of the Almighty that we must feign power and glory?
What is it that we hold so near and dear that we will strive to no end to keep alive? What can this thing be that is like a thorn in our side constantly keeping the balance of infinity at bay? To withhold our place in the Universe we must offer up an alternative.
Who or what do you serve?
Gazing upon our reflection in the pond of life and living we smile at the beauty called me. Our magnificence is vast and of a unbridled nature. There are no bounds to our glory and in our depths of self-admiration we fall head-first into our universe. And when things eventually ‘go wrong’ we eagerly find victims for the outpourings of our love and hate.
It’s true, we are the masters of our universe but it’s still predicated upon a lie of great magnitude.
Just because we think we are doesn’t mean that it is.
All Along The Watchtower
Here at this website there is no regular routine of contacts, of schedules and regulated activity. In fact this website stands alone on it’s own. Depending upon what the present requires is what gets posted, changed, modified or thrown out. As we all know the present is all-consuming and ever-perpetuating in order to provide the opportunity for us to ‘get a clue’. Through all time and space Infinity beckons us, enticing us to grab ahold of a slice of peace through the madness of it all, to embrace the balance that which we are versus the madness of that which we think we are.
Being in the watch tower requires the presence of body, mind and spirit. These requirements have now become full-filled. No false wolf has been reported and yet still the citizenry are unconcerned. Your concern, though still my concern, is no longer a factor. We all pick and choose the road we travel and the company we keep. Guard duty is no longer my self-appointed task nor is the responsibility of creating understanding in order to fully comprehend the nature of the movement outside, now at the gates. We all bear the brunt of the responsibilities of our actions.
Throwing a life preserver to one who wishes not for preservation but for submission requires that submission take precedence despite all the screaming and yelling for salvation.
Slowing time in order for comprehension to sink in sometimes works and sometimes not.
Fair roads and fair weather my friends.
By The Chordettes
Lollipop lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli
Call my baby lollipop
Tell you why
His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie
And when he does his shaky rockin’ dance
Man, I haven’t got a chance
I call him
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Sweeter than candy on a stick
Huckleberry, chimry or lime
If you had a choice
He’d be your pick
But lollipop is mine
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Crazy way he thrills me
Tell you why
Just like a lightning from the sky
He loves to kiss me till I can’t see straight
GEE, MY LIPOP IS GREAT
I call him
Oh lolli lolli lolli
18 Aug 2009
Who or what do you serve?
The above is in a high order format. Incrementally, the correct procedure would be:
- Who do you serve?
Which would naturally progress to:
- What do you serve?