What's the Matter?

So what's important anyway? Oh gosh, there are so many things that clog our minds, the weather, the doom and gloom of the world, the price of food, the price of gas, the pension disappearing, the steadily increasing income, getting too old to relate to advertising, too sick to contemplate health, and the politics of absurdity. I can't speak to any of these on a short list, because the point is what's important. Everything and everything not on the list.

Where is the entry level to streaming life, where everything that is important plays second to everything on a higher level. Not lower, it is easy to go down to where most people inhabit the world who live in the process stress. Actually most people in the world just live, according to means and expectation. The higher level is where things are seen in order of need, inspiration, vision, that is, where life constitutes a moral reality fully expected and understood. Not recycling, or Green, or Christian, or anything institutionalized or program-itized. You are the orb of the world, it begins and ends with you.

The curious fact of life is that it is either fantasy or reality. One keeps all doors shut so there is no entry, no further progress, while the other flings every unimagined door wide open. This is not a consumer practice. Anybody can buy anything if they can afford it, or not, rather it is test the unknown. Asking to be given a chance to learn the most important things, how people react or work with you. The education is academic, but the education you get is physics from day one.

Still, the soul knows no depth as despair, even perceived despair, and our waking nights are full of the worry of our sleeping days. If you ride the wave of a sports team, prepare for demise, and if you throng to the calling of the political jargon, you live in lies. The fall is greater than The Fall from the Garden of Eden, for if you judge things to be true, then watch "Casey at the Bat", or watch the electorate judge on illusion, and be prepared for the worst. Not what they think or do, but what it does to you, and you let it, or can't help it. Important? That's balancing your equanimity. And, it's your belief in the truth of being....

This Spring moment is particularly good for reassessing the matter at hand, so a friend clues me to a refresher, an 18 minute prayer called Mahamudra Meditation, here, in which the dude tells us, and the video edit reinforces us as one being told to tune into the present. We are also given the role as observer. The key phrase is GET NAKED, or, let it all hang without the clutter we cherish in our past and future that stimulates our regression into anger and foolishness. OK. Easily said and done, as well, beautifully vocalized by the group leader, but..., maybe pharmaceuticals are just as effective without the ingrained discipline which most find so distasteful.

My work has reflected on such a circumstance, that a prayer led by a priest is nothing more than observance, or television entertainment, until one acts. These people's mission is to go out and extend the teaching through their own ability to reflect on the message, a universal message brought to us by many others. The crux of it, The Cross, is not repeating the words but re-creating them in your own image. A teacher merely points a direction, and the disciple becomes master when pointing the re-created direction, and message. All Peoples are masters, or can be if they consider themselves as learner of that which they understand most clearly, what is within them. The Meditation is then only worth as much as those who go forth further in their own creativity. (The essence of Creative Community Building,here, is learning video as a voice, more powerfully communicative than words written or spoken.) This brings us here. Somewhere further on than erecting pyramids and temples to human/animal gods..., we have progressed.

The great unknown is approached when fuller knowledge of being is apparent to All Peoples together, and that metabolizes against the power-mongering, commercial interests in the world. For this, we value Hope.

The Oasis

Spring flowers are floating gently past in the air of coming summer, but tis still cold, or cool. Current hysteria has grown in the world at large, where the financial disasters have modulated into agriculture and food riots. Enough said. The world is not perfect, nor is it America, but like here there are market manipulations and levels of greed everywhere, only without the depth of our cirlces of community. These circles, overlapping by association are the strength of the American culture. In other places people react to more singular force that controls the society, and we mistake their world view for ours. Many belabor the cost of the action in Iraq, but look at the War between the States, and the sheer number of deaths that pounded the Union. Americans are too quick to avoid the responsibility to build a world nation of peoples, one that consolidates true religions and communities of nations and interests into the one strong God, that of communication and resolution to a union of All Peoples. Little else is more important.

Have you forgotten the reason of being?

Forget? More that I don't remember until one point comes out then another. You know perfectly well otherwise why would you be there, and why would I be able to tell you anything, when everything is there in the unopened book that is you. Tis a far better book than The Book.

Time is

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When one considers advancing toward the dream of the future today, don't read the NEWS, any news is more booze. The healthy body functions according to basic drives, which are only undercut by looking too intently on a time frame, or, allowing corporate/financial entities to have their run of the world. Both are packed with self-interest, but the latter is often full-bore, out of control GREED.

Where is the oft heard center of world financial concerns, YES that's right, WORLD TRADE CENTER town, Mike Bloomberg's New York City, on these matters.

After all, he expressed interest to be Leader of the Free World.

At least Spitzer was a gladiator of the same ilk, he talked the talk, walked the walk, and burned with the best of them. Where is our mild mannered billionaire?

News media is one thing, a delivery form of information. Ross Perot, in an rudimentary effort, tried to show the business of life to the people. Charts, graphs, knowledge of the daily action is more about seeing the rhythms, than catching the panic rocket over the cliffs of doom. Why would the mealy minded greedy financial-ites run for cover when the country is inhabited by solid American stocktaking, investing, working people. The People carry the country, and tolerate the greed. But why? The blood is rich and good out here. But in NYc, the blood is weak and herd-oriented. Where's the fabled Bloombergian World?

Where is the change apparent if not here? Our American candidates run for President on lies that sell the People short. Where is the demonstrable truth, if you will, of numbers and migrations of business so essential to contemplate? Short term thought has lots to do with making a solid future when it is built for the People to learn and build strength. Not The Fed, The Presidency, The Stock Markets, but the People. So far, Mike Bloomberg, even though he brought the beauty of information to the financial greed-ites and perpetrated his own bundle, has failed to bring it home to the revolution of the People.

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Time becomes precious and we have learned how to push it. If it can be pushed. We deceive ourselves more than we know with priorities we have published and live by. Or, throw ourselves from the precipice in a matter of sheer turmoil. Very little is of importance, so in fact, walking away from the best or the worst is a preferable practice. Knowing everything is of no consequence other than to hasten the end, and walking into the unknown world of finding the way is the reverse of the decline. There in the random and unexpected you find God in all things. What more can we ask for? Good music, good friendships and conversation, sunny days and appetite. Gotta love it.

Walking in Sunlight

If I was to say anything about being in a beautiful spot on earth it would be that it is Heaven. Earth is lower case first letter, and Heaven is uppercase first letter. One is a reality of perception, while the other historically is a reality of projection, but my association with Emerson taught that they are one and the same. It is the walking that completes the mystery because the space becomes movement which is life as the human being understands it, -when you stop or the object of your love stops, there is the end of life.

Compounding an already complex perception of joy is the observation by manipulation of the hands, the eye, and a tool to record such is the video camera. The result is a testimony to being there, where you are unique, and then to let others share via exhibition or NET. Those who just vieware not to be unique, except in an observing way, rather, to be inspired to find the way to yourself. It is in the Creative Moment that earth and heaven become epiphanic, and, you float with the Angels. A salvation of self becomes that Moment, re-creating the world, your world which is the only world, in your image.

Retrenching on an idea of self through TV watching, sports, or news only de-magnifies being, makes the human being a product of marketing, a number of those who do or don't, another cheese puff in a plastic bag, -essentially dead.

Why would we want to be dead when living is too profound as we capture our image upon the screen or wall before us? Many would not think this way but choose to just do, but others coupled to the incredible technology available today might see it as the religious experience given to their own spirituality.