July 9, 2017
July 9, 2017
One more: “I have nothing. I owe a lot. The rest I leave to the poor.” Rabelais’ epitaph
Jan 7, 2017
Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations. — Alan Watts
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence. – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
The great fallacy of childhood is the belief that grownups must know what they are doing. There is no evidence for this in the historical record. You would do better by grabbing a government at random from the denizens of a rural high school. Democracy brings us twerps, psychopaths, ambitious ciphers, short men, and well-born drones. They are what they are. They can’t change any more than a leper can change his spots. I need some really strong drugs or someone to hit me on the head with a rubber mallet. Opium is the religion of the masses. Let us pray. – Fred Reed
What comes after capitalism in its final crisis, now under way, is, I suggest, not socialism or some other defined social order, but a lasting interregnum – no new world system equilibrium…but a prolonged period of social entropy or disorder – Wolfgang Streeck
If Trump’s rise represented an actual substantive rebellion, that at least would suggest a revolution in consciousness. But it’s not that serious. There’s no content behind it. Trump is just a symbol of negation, a big middle finger to the establishment. He’s a TV show for a country transfixed by spectacle. (Sean Illing – Vox)
America was a dictatorship of ideas, a consumerist ethos that propelled the machinery of capitalism through the instrumentalization of popular culture (http://www.vox.com/conversations/2016/12/27/14038406/donald-trump-frankfurt-school-stuart-jeffries-marxism-critical-theory)
They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love. — Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz.
Resistance starts with plain speaking.
Fake news is propaganda.
The powerful demanding apologies from artists is censorship.
Business dealings while in office are corruption.
Threatening protesters and petitioners is authoritarianism.
Declaring a minority an internal enemy and calling for militarized unity is fascism.
Everything starts with naming these things in public.
(from Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess)
I am reading the book of human sins. When I’m done I’ll cast it into the fire and all their sins will be gone. (“The Island” – movie)
The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum. – Noam Chomsky
Conventions go a long way to validating superiority. If we were all guided by truth alone, none of us could accept anything on face value. We would each become investigative journalist, historian and detective wrapped as one. – Exo-politician, WordPress
It is better to be alone than to become a person that loses his soul to the fear of loneliness. ― Shannon L. Alder
You have to understand that most of the people out there are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so helplessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it. (Morpheus, The Matrix)
When love is not madness, it is not love. — Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Not a single star will be left in the night. / The night will not be left. / I will die and, with me, / the weight of the intolerable universe. / I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, / the continents and faces. / I shall erase the accumulated past. / I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. / Now I am looking on the final sunset. / I am hearing the last bird. / I bequeath nothingness to no one — Jorge Luis Borges, “The Suicide”
God’s only excuse is that he does not exist. — Stendhal
As flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods, / They kill us for their sport. — William Shakespeare
You have to be ready to be anyone in moments of danger or love. — Lidia Yuknavitch
[…] there is a human capacity called imagination. It’s the wild card in the deck. It’s the greatest wild card ever known. It is, in fact, the cutting edge of consciousness. It invents new realities. It releases gigantic amounts of buried energy. And it’s entirely an individual proposition. – Jon Rappoport
What could be more free, more independent, more unique, more creative than individual consciousness that has a non-material basis? – Jon Rappoport
…there’ll always be money and whores and drunkards / down to the last bomb, / but as God said, / crossing his legs, / I see where I have made plenty of poets / but not so very much / poetry. — Charles Bukowski
We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But […] our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t. — Dylan Thomas
Jan 5, 2017
Thoughts from ~burning woman~
From my current level of awareness and observation, I see mankind as a bunch of unruly kindergarten kids crammed together and told they’re having an “art” day. To get them started, there’s a pile of paper sheets on the floor, and next, a big bowl full of crayons of every conceivable colour. The kids are sat on the floor and more or less arranged around the items. Predictably things don’t go as planned, or even as unplanned. Some kids just lie back on the floor sucking their thumbs, trying to fall asleep. Some just grab paper and fistfuls of crayons and begin to draw wildly across their papers. Some quietly and dutifully wait for some sort of instruction. Some look at the ceiling and smile at something. Some start to argue over the items, a fight erupts and a couple of kids start to cry. Pandemonium reigns supreme.
So far I’ve described our general interaction as social communities through academic, scientific, religious, political, business and financial processes. Basic Earthian interaction.
But I missed something, didn’t I. I forgot to add that there is here at least one adult, one supervisor, someone with presumably superior knowledge and wisdom to bring these children together for a purpose that will bear some fruit. At the end of the exercise, each child will have a piece of paper with something drawn on it to take home.
Obviously, the Teacher aspect is missing in earth’s kindergarten art class. There is no one to bring the kiddies to stop fighting and to cooperate together and share the items offered on the floor. So you have an entire planet running on a pre-interventionist-teacher anarchic condition.
We already know why the kiddies act the way they do: it’s how they were raised, what they’d already observed at home; what they’d seen on TV or what they’d already experienced on playgrounds, in doctors’ offices and daycare. Also, it’s something locked in their DNA. It’s what they are. It’s their nature running its course and without the teacher intervention, that will be the course of their entire lives. Nothing will ever fundamentally change for any of them. That last line is worth repeating because it is a truism if there ever was one: nothing will ever fundamentally change for any of them.
We’re not short of groups and organizations trying to shove the teacher aspect in our face. Put your faith in science and all will be well. Believe in Jesus and you will be saved. Convert to Islam and Allah will bless you. Vote for the Democrats. Join the army. Join this, join that; support this, protest that; love this, hate that. There’s stacks of papers and bowls of crayons and anybody can draw lines in any sort of colours they want. Or can they?
It’s complicated. Someone’s sitting in the wrong place and they won’t move. Someone’s using the wrong colours and they won’t stop using those colours. Someone’s got paper they didn’t pay for which they took from someone else’s stack; they stole from them and now the “victims” want them punished for their crime. There are threats: if they’re not punished we’ll get some friends (allies) together and we’ll beat them up ’cause we’re better than they are.
Earthian civilization, in a nutshell.
Faced with this incurable condition, what do you, as an intelligent person do? Basically you can do whatever you want. You can choose to become one of the bullies, or one of their victims. Or you can choose not to participate in the art class as long as there is no consensus on how it should proceed.
The Art Class:
No matter where you sit, it’s anarchy all around and you’re expected to share a space with people who fear and hate other people in the class. “Look at her: she’s black. She shouldn’t be allowed in here!” “Look at him, he’s got no shoes, that’s gross!” “Look at those two with their ragged clothes munching on a couple of pieces of stale bread: that’s disgusting!” “Him? Don’t even think of being friends with him, he’s a Jew and we hate Jews.” “Look, she wearing a hijab, she’s a Muslim and flaunting it; she needs to be taught a lesson. Those kids in the corner? Their parents are commies.”
We may not be able to have them thrown out of the class but at least we won’t associate with them and when we get the chance we’ll gang up on them and beat the hell out of them. That’ll scare them and they won’t come back. We don’t want them here. This is our place and this is our stuff now.
Let’s say you are a reasonably intelligent person and you realize it’s not possible to participate in the class without compromises. No matter what, if you choose to sit with the two eating the stale bread, you find out they hate the black girl. If you sit with the black girl she tells you she hates the kid in bare feet ’cause he’s Catholic. If you sit with the Muslim girl you discover that she has been taught to hate Jews and Christians and she tells you that as the enemies of Allah they must die. If you choose to sit with the bullies who by now have most of the paper and crayons, maybe they’ll let you borrow some paper and maybe one crayon but the deal is, you swear to join them in the bullying later.
Fortunately there is one more choice. You can turn your back on all of them and walk away, alone. No paper, no crayons, no personal space on the floor, just yourself and the wilderness: thorns and hail, flowers and butterflies, blizzards and loneliness, gently flowing streams and renewal. More chaos, surely, but this time it isn’t deliberately ignorant or evil. It accepts you without throwing a mantle of exclusivity around you. You swim or sink – nobody cares, it’s all up to you.
But what about that programming? What about that Earthian DNA shit? Well, that is a thorny problem ‘cause you can’t blame that on anyone else, you have to face it. You need to get rid of your Earthian programming, or at the very least you need to cancel its inimical effects on your mind.
That’s when you say, hey, I’m me! I’m not what I was born to be; I’m not white, French, doctor, politician, student, taxi-driver, female, male, mother, leader, young, old, voter, entertainer: I’m me. Just me.
Everything up to and until I left the kindergarten class was me according to society. Society had designed the pigeon holes and I could only choose to function as an adjunct of society from one of those holes. Not anymore. Now, I can be me, according to my own choices. To hell with society and civilization.
I am about to reinvent myself as something completely new. Everything I am from this point on is the chosen me; chosen and designed by myself, no one and nothing else. I will never again return to the kindergarten art class; not for love, not for money, not for reputation, not for salvation. Being in collusion with the denizens of the kindergarten class is something I will no longer do until the day when I can no longer do it.
Hahaha, let’s all wish Sha Tara a great and happy Holiday Season!
Dec 7, 2016
I was born and raised in a very Christian environment. It wasn’t American, even Canadian, it was European, actually, Breton. That’s a conquered Celtic province in the northwest of France that was once an independent duchy with its own royalty. The last royal was a queen, Anne de Bretagne. Her husband, fearing for his life, deserted her. Hoping for a male heir, she had several children, all of them girls. Finally, in order to save her country from being destroyed in bloodshed by the French, she abdicated and let the French take over. There was no choice, you see. She then entered a convent, so the story goes. That was, like 700 years ago. Thought I’d throw that in. It’s my history, in the genes, the DNA, the bones. Another story of another conquered race by another empire. How many of us understand this, know this, feel this?
Most of “my” people today don’t remember, don’t want to know don’t care. Like so many, they just want to live, get the best they can from what’s left of “the empire” or “the corporation” and make it to the end with some sort of value attached: a house, an apartment, a car, a family, some retirement money, anything that says, I mean something, I’m worth something… or… I won’t be living on the street when I reach 70. Like me. I sort of own a house. It’s mortgaged, of course, but I can cover the monthly “rental” from the bank, as long as there is enough money to cover all the other expenses of owning a house, and a vehicle, and… you know what? It’s all shit.
We are slaves. Face it, admit it, and stop long enough to really feel your feelings when you realize it: I’m a slave. I’m not in iron chains, my owners wouldn’t spring for the cost of chains, plus they’d slow me down on the assembly line. I’m a slave to the ATM, the debit card and the credit card. I’m a slave because I was stupid enough to believe those who taught me to be a good citizen; to trust, to work hard, to berate myself if I lost a job or failed to secure a new one, or two, or three on permanent part-time minimum wage no benefits basis.
I left the church, of course, long ago. I couldn’t afford it. I can’t make ends meet now, why would I worry about eternal life insurance? Screw that. If God is that cheap, maybe I don’t want to ever meet him. At least hell has warmth and when the power is cut off and the gas is turned off in the middle of winter, some time in hell with a drove of old friends doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. I’m sure we’ll come up with ways to make the best of a tough situation. Are you kidding? We’re from earth, we can party in the middle of a bombing raid; fuck while the shooting in the streets rages; hold a sub-machine gun at the ready while burying our youngest child. We can hold our tears for another, more convenient time; we can let someone else shed them for us while we busy ourselves with our necessary vengeance.
Yes, I know all about heaven and hell, I was suckled on the concepts. Hell, that terrible place of eternal burning torment designed by God for those who wouldn’t kiss his divine ass. Heaven, that blissful place of eternal whiteness. Ice and snow and winds blowing through taut harp strings from which moans of music flows. Angels in white gowns and white wings frozen stiff as garden statues, standing on frozen white clouds and ghosts, billions of ghosts whom, after spending their life’s savings buying eternal life insurance got into heaven and remain there, bowed in frozen worship before the grimmest gargoyed deity, its grin carved in eternal green-hued ice.
Heaven, where nothing bad ever happens because nothing can ever happen. Sick.
Being raised in Christian beliefs isn’t my problem. My problem is that once upon a time I learned to read and I found a Bible and I read it. I read the horror of it and the promises of it, the lies of it and the truths of it. In my child’s heart, I only saw the truth, and I wanted that more than anything else. Christmas and Easter were particularly poignant times, times of hope and times of utter despair. Christmas didn’t tell me about a god being born to save my soul, it told me about man’s cruelty to man, particularly to the poor. The ensuing story of a young man helping people and teaching them to love each other as best he knew how was my hope. But the “church” caught up to the young man before he had a chance and they crucified him just as effectively as it crucified my child’s heart. They had collusion and help of the government and the banks, as usual, and as now, just as my church had the help of the school and the village to crush my hopes of a just society. Sick.
I thought, well, they just missed it and all I have to do is remind them that the Jesus they claim to love and follow actually would condemn them all in a heartbeat if he’d showed up in any of their fancy decorated churches with the fancy choirs and music and siren-song sermons purporting to be all about him. Gag me, yes really. I did tell them the truth of it, showed them the written words. They did not repent, just made sure I paid for my effrontery. Don’t… Ever… Question… the Status Quo. There were punishments, that goes without saying. Sick.
From his times on things didn’t get better, they got worse. I watched it through my own eyes as they roamed the last two thousand years of history to culminate in today’s current events. That land where the young man walked, taught and did his miracles is a land of oppression and bloodshed, the war crimes and genocide taking place there aided and abetted by those who claim to be that young man’s followers and disciples. Depraved and sick.
Christmas, the absolute worst time of year. Christmas, a time of extreme hedonism; of orgiastic pleasures, of blind self-indulgence and pathetic attempts at pretend love and charity with skinflint donations to charitable organizations whose bureaucracy eats up the lion’s share of donated funds to maintain themselves in luxury as tax-free business corporations. Sick… sick… sick.
I’m glad that I found out some years ago that Earthians are not humans at all, they’ve just been conned into thinking they are. Pseudo-humans the Teachers call them, with a slight chance of entering the human race in the distant future if they survive their own sickness, their greed, lust, hate, vanity, pride and egotism. Survival, they said, remains in the very low percentile. That should lighten my angst. After all what’s dying and about to die is less worthy of care or concern than flora and fauna. It’s nothing but a useless and life-sucking predatory species of artificial life. Knowing the nature of Earthians should make it easier to bear my awareness of their current suffering and eventual demise. It should, it does not.
What would drive me mad if I hadn’t entered into a different mindset than that of those who once were my peers? The simple and obvious (to me) fact that being kind, gentle, caring, self-effacing, openly loving, open-handedly generous, self-sacrificing and ever compassionate is the greatest reward any Earthian can give her/himself. There is no greater return on any kind of investment. If only… if only they would get it. If only they would just try it on for size and wait a bit for the amazement to cover them over like a mantle of blissful well-being.
But they won’t. They will choose to consume themselves in consumerism and die of consuming consumption. They will gorge themselves, laugh, make “love,” the richest giving each other redundant gifts that will be denigrated because more and better was expected. Christmas, indeed, in deed.
There will be exceptions. There always are. They are necessary drops of oil on the cogs of the machine. They will do some good, then they will give credit to their gods, their churches and their charitable organizations and whatever good they accomplished will pile up more propaganda (power) for the machine to create a greater circle of injustice.
Christmas: spare me your good wishes, they are a curse to the awakened mind.
I for one hope that Sha Tara will continue writing and enlightening us with her words of wisdom.
Dec 5, 2016
This is for the few who follow, and participate in, this particular blog.
The title isn’t spurious. I’ve been doing much thinking about blogging in the last while, and questioning my motives for doing so. I’ve traveled the “blogosphere” in politics, economics, religion, real life stories, news reporting, fiction, poetry, well, just about every category. And I’ve thrown in quite a few comments on many blogs, many not exactly popular nor politically correct: I have a habit of challenging and questioning, pushing the envelope, see what comes out. I don’t accept “stuff” easily, due to a long time of experience and observation on this world of “easy believism” and that has paid off many a time.
Bluntly, I’m tired of reading about “stuff” I already know about, some since I was a teenager (political, medical and banking corruption for example). I’m tired of reading about global issues I can’t do a thing about, or so little it wouldn’t make an iota of difference even if I gave my life to it. Off the top: how many people remember Rachel Corrie and Kayla Mueller or why they should be remembered? I’m tired of reading really great essays, articles and reports on matters I know can only be dealt with by those “in power” and knowing that it is those very people who are the prime movers of the disparity, injustice, oppression, exploitation, environmental destruction that the articles are addressing. I’m tired of the usual false hope and cautions included “de rigueur” at the end of almost all of them, such as, “the youth are waking up” or “we’re all in this together and we can solve this” or “we better do something soon before it is too late.”
If I decide to continue blogging, I am going to return to my original thought on why I engaged this process. My idea was that first, the blog being mine, I could express whatever I wanted on it. And what I wanted was to propose real solutions to what appears to be insolvable, irresolvable and insurmountable social problems of global injustice, war and anthropogenic climate change which affects everyone and everything on this tiny world. I wanted to address and discuss how people collectively interact with each other, with fellow creatures and their natural environment and propose solutions, or a solution.
I didn’t want to play with tried and failed concepts or solutions. Anything tried and failed is obviously a non solution. If it didn’t take before, it won’t take now. So we need to “source” our particularly Earthian problems to find source solutions. Then we need to apply those solutions and always remember that any other already experienced “solutions,” if they seem to work, are localized and temporary at best. We must also remember that the Matrix learned how to defeat such “solutions” in the past and will viciously denounce and effectively attack and neutralize such. We must also remember that apart from the Matrix and its elites, the more vociferous and dangerous enemies of social solutions will be, as always, the slaves of the Matrix, the majority sheeple: the believers, the voters, the patriots.
Yes, the Status Quo, the “System,” the “Matrix,” and its bureaucracies, that power is public enemy number one, regardless of what form it manifests under.
Here are some thoughts my blog was going to address, hopefully discuss:
When you go to vote, or support a particular political party, regardless of what it claims to stand for, you are voting and supporting your enemy, your family’s enemy and your world’s enemy. There are no exceptions.
When you go to work for a wage, you are empowering your enemy. There are no exceptions.
When you take out a loan, buy on credit, use a credit card, or take a mortgage, you are paying your enemy to despoil you. There are no exceptions.
When you go to a church, or a mosque, or a temple, when you pray to, bow down to, kneel to a god or gods, praise them or glorify them or give them credit for your life in some way, you are empowering your archenemies. There are no exceptions.
The programming that Earthians exist under is quasi-absolute. Many who escape the clutches of Religion immediately fall into other forms of idolatry such as political ideologies, science and technology, particular philosophies, esoteric ancient or New Age teaching; Darwinism, environmentalism, and hedonism as in the single-minded pursuit of success, health, riches, pleasure. These are a different sort of idolatry but idolatry nonetheless. None address the fundamental problem of programming, brainwashing, dependency or reliance on old systems that poisons the Earthian mind. I have yet to meet one individual who was fundamentally changed by engaging in any of the above. Repeat: fundamentally changed, i.e., had her/his very nature changed.
It comes down to lifestyle. To performance. I have annoyed so many people who have “offered” me solutions to practically everything that doesn’t work by stating: don’t tell me, show me. Demonstrate. I want to see it, and I want to participate in your personal engagement to your solution(s) – how much of “you” is in the solution, how little of “you” remains outside of it. I need to see it work for you, by you. No assurances, no claims. I don’t buy pigs in a poke. (Meaning. An offer or deal that is foolishly accepted without being examined first.)
Can’t demonstrate? Don’t bother with the reams of philosophical and technical reasons why it can’t work “that way” when you claim that it theoretically can. I’m not interested in excuses any longer. I’m done with the endless bullshit; with empty feel-good promises. I don’t care if your particular god is going to save your ass from hell because you say you believe in him or it. I don’t care if your precious NASA is taking some of you to Mars in the near future, or to the end of the universe for that matter. I don’t care if you did or did not, ever, make it to the moon; if what the world witnessed on a lying TV system was performed in studios or in low orbit. I don’t care if you’re about to build the next highest ever skyscraper hotel. I don’t even care if your national debt is in the trillions of dollars or if your entitled youths can’t afford university. I don’t care if you’re seriously considering blowing yourselves up in a long-expected and hoped for nuclear show down. If you’re going to do it, do it. Don’t keep talking about it and titillating yourselves with the idea of spending Christmas at ground zero (and thanks, Weird Al, for that idea.).
All of the above are spurious and detract from the main issue: life on a normal, natural, non-violent, safe, clean world. That’s what we, as a people, need to not just address, but bring about. We have the means, we just don’t have the dream, vision, or desire to do it. We’ll believe any lie by our leaders but we won’t believe what we know to be true for every one of us.
There is a very simple, practical and universal, as well as universally applicable, solution to man’s social problems. This particular solution (notice I am not putting it in quotes) will – notice that little word: will – guaranteed – end all wars; end all oppression and exploitation of one-another; end all corruption; end every sort of crime imaginable; end lust for violence in race, gender, nation, religion, class. Most importantly it will end lies. That is, it will end the brainwashing. Once people realize they can think for themselves as individuals and make their own decisions, take responsibility for their place in the world, they will change their ways and their world will change accordingly. All the crap that makes life here unbearable, frightening, scary, horrible, murderous, unsafe and demeaning will turn to fertilizer.
“You” are so close.
The current elitist madness; the need to control national economies; the drive for globalism and totalitarianism world-wide: these are the indication that the Matrix is running scared, out of time and its servants, the elites, are panicking. Unlike ordinary people you won’t see them in mobs running about the streets setting their stores on fire and killing each other. You will see them retrenching from the body politic, securing resources behind lines of militarized police and military forces, cutting back on social services through control of governments. You will see them demanding absolute allegiance from their privileged protectors, smashing the faces of the poor that they find contemptible because they hate and fear them. They are scared and the more scared they are the more bluster they need to show, the more they need to strut their power, the more blood they need to shed and show to the world. The Hunger Games, remember that story, you’re now a participant in it.
And, let me repeat this: the solution to all of our problems is simple. It is the simplest solution anyone could imagine. Does it work? Yes. I know because I’ve tested it and I live by it. So I know that if it works for me it will work for anyone: I’m as anybody as they come.
What could possibly prevent such a wonderful solution from being lived and applied to current problems by everybody? I know it isn’t because they aren’t aware of its availability. It’s because of collective cowardice. When it comes to confronting their enslaving Powers Earthians are certifiable cowards. They choose slavery and call it freedom because it lets them exist within controlled enclaves without wearing chains.
They’re afraid of the solution; afraid of its effectiveness; afraid of how it would change everything they believe in and have forced themselves to be comfortable with. To the average Earthian the solution is more frightening than climate change or the prospect of nuclear war and that makes it the most dangerous revolutionary idea ever.
You know what I’m talking about. It’s been walking behind you, beside you, sometimes even in front of you, and trying to talk to you since you were born. And you’ve deliberately ignored it because you have been listening to your programming, to the voice of the Matrix. That makes you willing agents of the Matrix; accomplices in the destruction of your world, yourselves and your so-called loved ones. You really, bottom line, don’t care. You think you do, say you do, but if you did you’d be desperately applying the solution to every aspect of your life, lives. Why? Because you have nothing else. Nothing.
So, do I continue blogging, I wonder? Right now it doesn’t seem important at all. Right now what seems more important is to look within and make sure that all is well there.
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
How does a mind being differ from a soul being? Both are *ISSA type beings. Both can exist side by side on the same world, in the same dimension, be of the same species. Both can think, reason, analyze, learn. Both experience feelings and emotions, engage in what appears to be similar relationships with others. Both can perform similar tasks, are interchangeable in what they can do. Where’s the all-important difference?
There exists a fundamental difference. The mind being operates on a vibrational or power level not accessible to the soul being. An evolved mind being is totally self empowered while a soul being can only function in a controlled and controlling environment; as a sycophant, follower, believer, basically as a slave of something it acknowledges and needs to be above itself. The mind being is perfectly comfortable living in as an individual, without companionship, i.e., friends, lovers, family, groupies, “fellow” members of any number of collectives; without belonging to, or being an associate of. Conversely the soul being cannot exist without these appurtenances and societal paraphernalia.
Going deeper into this, the mind being is a free agent. It doesn’t need to cling to any teaching or doctrine; rule or law. It “believes all things, believes in nothing.” Again, and conversely, the life of the soul being is totally circumscribed by what it has been taught. It operates on the basis of doctrines. It cannot function without some superior entity making rules and laws for it to follow and obey.
Perhaps the greatest difference between these two entities is that the mind being, while going along with rules and laws imposed by the rulers of society will do so strictly to fulfill its obligations to that society or to satisfy the physical laws that bind that society together and allow it to function. Conversely the soul being will obey the rules and laws only if they benefit it as an individual or if it is afraid of getting caught and punished if it does not obey. Freedom drives the mind being; force and fear drive the soul being.
Let’s use a simple example: the mind being will drive to but seldom exceed the speed limit, not because it couldn’t easily go much faster but because of foremost importance it sets itself up as an example to others. It also knows the limitations and pitfalls of vehicular states of repair, road conditions, and the vagaries of driver skills in traffic. The mind being is constantly aware that life in material conditions is a crap shoot but more importantly, being at least partially empathetic it would never be the source of harm or danger for others, nor would it want to be saddled with grief or guilt, two debilitating conditions it could not avoid should it ever be the cause of harm, hurt, pain or loss to another. Conversely the soul being has no such restraints. If it causes pain or harm to another it will take a number of possible paths to avoid punishment or prosecution. It carries insurance and relies on it. If it is found at fault it will try to deny responsibility by lying and casting blame. It will play the sympathy card and if that doesn’t work it will seek legal help to “get off.”
The mind being lives in a state of detachment, something the soul being simply cannot comprehend. The mind being does not entertain special, emotional relationships such as a lover or special partner or special children who must take precedence over the needs of someone else not special. The mind being chooses not to make that distinction. This is incomprehensible to the soul being whose entire life is bound up in creating, maintaining, belonging to or denigrating, despising, abusing and breaking up special relationships of lovers, husband or wife, parents, children, extended family, special groups, fellowships, tribe, race, country, gender.
Basically it comes down to personal empowerment and integrity. The mind being lives for, and by, integrity. It has that personal power allowing it to look at any situation and by applying compassion to it, knowing exactly what is the right thing to do. Having that built-in integrity, it has no problem following through and doing the right thing. Further, the mind being is not body centered and exists in a state of willing and chosen servanthood and self-sacrifice. Conversely such a state of beingness is considered weak or stupid by the average soul being whose modus operandi is primarily predatory self-protection, self-aggrandizement and personal profit at someone or something else’s expense.
Some important questions: based on the above, which category best exemplifies an evolved human being? Which do you think your parents, teachers, political and/or religious leaders and superiors, belong to? Which category of human being would you choose to belong to?
*ISSA: acronym for Intelligent, Sentient, Self Aware
This is Sha’Tara. I was going to comment on this previous article:
The deepest reason why we are afraid of death, but decided to post additional thoughts on it instead. For your reference, here’s the article, my thoughts below.
“Perhaps the deepest reason why we are afraid of death is because we do not know who we are. We believe in a personal, unique, and separate identity — but if we dare to examine it, we find that this identity depends entirely on an endless collection of things to prop it up: our name, our “biography,” our partners, family, home, job, friends, credit cards… It is on their fragile and transient support that we rely for our security. So when they are all taken away, will we have any idea of who we really are?
Without our familiar props, we are faced with just ourselves, a person we do not know, an unnerving stranger with whom we have been living all the time but we never really wanted to meet. Isn’t that why we have tried to fill every moment of time with noise and activity, however boring or trivial, to ensure that we are never left in silence with this stranger on our own?”
― Sogyal Rinpoche,
Indeed, before I entered my spiritual journey I was the person you read about above, Rinpoche’s normal human being. I remember a rage to live, to experience as much of physical sense satisfaction as possible, and a gnawing fear that somehow this would be denied me, or taken from me. From what I see of people around me, this is very much the case with most Earth-based people. They need “stuff” to give their lives solidity, and they need money to do things so they can add to their own, personal, experiences of life. I sense great dissatisfaction in their awareness that no matter how much they accumulate of things and experiences, there will be those who will have more; there will be some they crave and won’t be able to get because they lack the means, or their current lifestyle prevents them from attaining to a greater (and entitled) greater sense of material self.
They will be unhappy. Unsatisfied. Unfulfilled. Incomplete. They will go about casting blame for this condition. They will resent the very things that currently define who they are: their families, their jobs, their responsibilities. They will have a bucket list in the back of their minds and it will eat at them. Often enough they will suddenly ditch their life-long responsibilities to lunge after the promises in their bucket. And they will find chimeras.
For some of us “lucky” ones, we get a reprieve from this private hell. We are allowed to “die” and see a different and much expanded vista: the real worlds of the mind. And for some of those, the “lesson” learned is accepted, kept and put to use when we return to our little physical reality.
I need to say this because it is crucially important: no one needs to experience “NDE’s (Near Death Experiences) or even OBE’s (Out of Body Experiences) to become aware of what I’m talking about. Those esoteric experiences are for particularly stubborn and dumb types who won’t get it any other way but who somehow show promise and a propensity for things of the mind and of spirit. To attempt NDE’s or OBE’s to gain spiritual insight is ridiculous, since the fact such is sought indicates you are ready to make the mental transition or jump!
Transitioning into the spirit/mind realm means encountering your greater (higher) or more real and complete self. This is why it is important to do so. This greater self can and does function quite well without ANY of the normal attachments and clap-trap that defines the Earth-based self. It can function as a self-empowered, totally detached entity. It can decide everything about itself, including, and note, if and whom, it will love.
Most reading this will know already what “falling in love” entails. For me it always was an upsetting and confusing process that invariably left me the loser. Imagine my surprise when in my greater self to realize I could choose whether to love someone, and how that loving would be expressed. I was in control, imagine that. If there was passion, I allowed it to take place. If there was a cooling from the other, I accepted it and used that time for other pursuits. If the cooling went to freezing point, I accepted the dissolution as something completely normal. I could after all have a similar relationship with anyone else should I want one. None of it mattered. Would it shock you to read that the person you “do it with” isn’t in the least important, what’s important is the experience. Go ahead, dare admit that and break another Matrix programming link in the chain.
Imagine the same thing about work, about money, about any relationship. I was in control of my whole life even in the midst of storms. I knew I wouldn’t drown because there is no such thing. I would have a new experience to work with.
And so it is to this day. I’ve gone through “stuff” in the last twenty years that I know would have crushed or devastated many a “normal” Earthian because of attachments, expectations, sense of entitlement.
The common question, “Why is this happening to me?” is not asked by the spirit/mental intelligent, sentient, self aware entity because “this” isn’t relevant to its life. What’s relevant is “that” as in, taking in the cosmos in infinity.