Wednesday, October 28, 2009
"...our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world...as in being able to remake ourselves."
We're a little like moss on a rock here on earth -a simple colony of life. In the same way that any collective life form experiences stress when the conditions for it's survival begin to change, our world is experiencing some stress. For all of us, as well as each of us, there's a need to adapt.
There's a flaw in our culture's perception of Darwinism. It's not about "Survival of the Fittest." It's about Survival of What Adapts in the Most Cooperative Way (see Dr. Bruce Lipton). What carries us through the tough times, with Love. It's an altogether different definition of fitness. It's a Spiritual Fitness.
The biggest, meanest guy may clobber everyone who disagrees with him, take all the food, and force himself on the prettiest women; but his karma (created by ego and fear) and the failure to evolve spiritually, will cause his destruction (sex specificity intended) -a genetic dead end. The richest guy may have the most secure, most isolated fortress, the largest vault of canned food, and the most guns and ammo; but his isolation and fearfulness will lead to spiritual atrophy, and the inward collapse of his world. Those attributes and characteristics that are associated with Power are dying out, as those associated with Ethics are on the rise. Life on earth is always adapting; the parts that don't, won't last.
Hard times stress the colony, challenging it, forcing it to change; and now we see the shape that change is taking. It's like breaking up bad pottery, and soaking it until it softens and becomes the clay that forms the basis of real life, in order to start over. People are coming together to re-configure their world on that basis -what's real and important in life; inspired by a sudden common awareness of what the management of Earth's abundance actually entails, and what the real consequences of continued unconscious exploitation will lead to.
A new cooperation is exploding into reality, based on the spiritual unification of humankind, facilitated by the internet, and manifested in an expanding sense of community. Expanding cooperatives, reuse and recycling, uncontested environmentalism, the election of Obama and the impetus for universal health care, local food production, the accelerating growth of animal rights awareness, vegetarianism, social support systems of all kinds, as well as the public momentum to institute these ethical concepts by means of regulation and legislation, is the shape of the change.
Extremists and fundamentalists, religious, financial, and militaristic, are dividing themselves off -defining their differences in preparation to be shed from the whole. They actually constitute just a small part of the world's total population. 2012 actually marks the end of their world. It will be a little messy, but it's happening. Do everything you can to help it along. If you open your heart, you'll intuitively know what that is. You'll know how to behave, how to shop, how to contribute, how to vote. You already do.
In a manner of speaking, "The Rapture" is actually taking place now amongst those who are awakening to this new consciousness, many of whom are experiencing hard times, and finding themselves and their neighbors falling through the same cracks in the system that allow spiritual evolution to enter. These are fractures in the false world of materialistic consumerism, and a dis-identification with a media that's destructive by design. The Christ Spirit that's returning isn't the bearded redhead in the paintings, it's the spirit of Ethics, Cooperation, Compassion, and Love.
Those who want it all, who think they have it all, who are trying to get as much as they can, and will do anything not to lose it; who want to keep things like they are, who suffer the delusion of their superiority and entitlement, who think they can will the truth to be what they want, are fast being Left Behind in a spiritual morass -a hell of their own. They won't remain here suffering while the blessed ascend to Heaven, they'll simply become redundant. Their hateful opinions will hold no sway. Their methods of fear-mongering will become ineffective. Your biggest job may be to help them catch up to the change with love and compassion.
Heaven will return on Earth as we stop poisoning it (because we must), restore natural balance, use free energy, distribute the earth's resources equitably, and evolve into our divine state of spiritual unification. The balance is returning as it must, and if you're part of that change, you needn't worry about the hard times. It matters what each and every one of us keeps in their heart, just be sure it's Love.
"Our present world is conditioned by our present mode of consciousness; only when that consciousness passes from its present dualistic mode...will the new creation appear, which is the external reality of which our world is a mirror."
Monday, October 19, 2009
"A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves."
A loud crunch from outside woke me up - an alarm in the silent snow-world outside the trailer door. I opened my eyes, but couldn't quite tell what the heck I was looking at through the breath-cloud above me. It was... a blobby icicle directly overhead- a curious stalactite caused by the frozen condensation of my overnight breath. The little trailer had become a walk-in freezer because apparently, someone had left the door open about a foot wide. The same someone let the propane for the heater run out, and left the VW stuck up to it's front doors in the snowbank out front. The snow drifting in the door pointed like a white arrow to the perpetrator, who happened to be bundled up in my sleeping bag (in my clothes).
There I was, there we were, hung-over and snowed-in, in a trailer park just off the road that led from the Gallatin Canyon to Big Sky, Montana. Our answer to the call of the wild. When the older brothers left San Diego and headed to the silver-mine ski town of Park City, Utah, we younger brothers felt we had to push it a little farther. Park City in the seventies was too safe, too familiar, and we didn't feel like hanging around for the exploitation boom. Already the fur and turquoise crowd from Scottsdale were making their way via Santa Fe, seeping up into the Wasatch, wandering Main Street licking their chops. So my friend Jimmy and I shook our brothers' hands and set sail for Montana, where no kid from San Diego had ever gone before. At least none that we knew of.
It was a long, eventful trip. That's a hazardous web of highways that crisscrosses the West out there from Wyoming to eastern Oregon, and down to the Arizona border. Cowboy trucker's Bermuda Triangle. Salt flats. Black ice. Nevada. Endless long stretches of road. Trickster spirits dancing past the car in the dark night. You always felt lucky to get where you were going, so when we finally turned up the road to Big Sky, and beheld majestic Lone Peak topping the end of the valley like the Paramount logo, we knew we'd reached some level of teen-aged legend. No San Diego boys had ever seen this, we thought.
We got jobs at Huntley Lodge, a brand-new resort built by Chet Huntley, half of the iconic NBC News anchor team. We skied all day, and in the evenings waited tables at banquets, playing image-conscious conferees from Michigan or Minnesota one against the other for tips. I also set-up and bussed at The Yellow Mule, the least appetizing name for a restaurant ever. It was one of my jobs to build a fire in the huge dining room fireplace, and since I was always cold, and always a little angry back then, I built them big and hot. Hot enough to render a couple four-tops unsitable. The silver and glassware pinged and shimmered -too hot to touch. The golden light of the fire waved like a mirage around the tables in front of the hearth. Customers would start rubbing their thighs, and the back of their necks, and suddenly leap up clutching their napkins, back-pedaling away from the heat before they spontaneously combusted.
That'd git my boss about as ding-dang teed-off as a cowboy restaurant manager can git. And quite the cowboy he was, pointy-yoked shirts with pearly snap buttons, curly hats, and even scarves tied in such a way as to look a little too decorative for Montana. His name: GREG, was branded in the back of his tooled-leather belt. He walked bow-legged on purpose.
As it turned out, he was from San Diego, about two miles from where we'd grown up.
For some reason, a Montana State Trooper took us under his wing and set us up in the little trailer park down the road to Bozeman. The crunch that awoke me that morning was that Trooper, delivering the bloody haunch of a road-kill deer by shoving it into the snow bank out front. He left things there for us stuck in the snow, like Boo Radley and the hole in the tree. State Troopers can lead lonely lives. Later in the day after we'd warmed and sobered up, we butchered the venison in the trailer's little bath tub, being careful not to touch the fixtures because of the live electric current that ran through the plumbing. A lot of things out there were not nice, or easy. Like the girls. Like the incessant bitter cold. Like life. It wasn't Park City.
There were rough hill-people from Karst Ranch, who lived off venison. Laconic cowboys and ill-tempered truckers we drank with at a big log roadhouse bar called Buck's T-4, where we'd acquired our hangovers and lost our driving skills the night before. Rosy, the classic veteran waitress I worked with at The Mule, came in late with her husband, the largest man in Montana, who with predictable western irony was nicknamed Tiny. She was always laughing. He always seemed pissed. A local asked us where we were from, and when we told him San Diego, he spit in a cup and said, "Well, I won't hold it aginst ya..." And he didn't. They appreciated that we weren't (quite) hippies, that we worked hard -and that we held our liquor well. That was important up in that part of The Rockies. To us too. We knew when we went there that the legal drinking age in Montana was just nineteen, and I was almost the drinking age. So we got by without incident.
But man, it was pee-freezin' cold that morning out in front of that trailer, looking up at the Spanish Peaks like a row of dog's teeth reflecting the rising sun against that blue, big sky.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
"You can't put your foot in the same river twice..." Heraclitus
While I'm here, let me say this about that. Life doesn't seem fair in many respects. Why do some people become movie stars while others are beset by tragedy and struggle? Why are people born with disabilities, or contract terrible illnesses? Why do young children die of incurable diseases?
Because each soul is receiving the precise instruction necessary for their personal evolution. Fundamentally, every life is tragic at the level of mortality. That's one of the reasons why we're here, to break through this form into the Eternal. The tragedies or disabilities are more or less tragic or disabling dependent on the energy they're fed. Some of the most grievous disadvantages are invisible from the outside. Some movie stars are beset by terrible tragedies and struggles. Some laborers are the most serene and contented people on the planet. Some fashion models are suicidal. Some paraplegics shine happiness like the sun.
Have you ever noticed that small children succumbing to terminal illnesses often have the quality of a loving and benevolent teacher, perfect in their wisdom, as serene and knowing in their surrender to The Eternal as the wisest ascended master? They are just what they appear to be. By that point, they can only be exactly what they are. They're only here briefly because they have that one little thing left to do. Maybe just to release fear one last time. It's like they've come back to make sure they turned off the coffee.
Be sad, experience feeling sad, let it's energy move through you until it passes and you come back. Then stop energizing it and energize joy. When the sun sets here, it's always rising somewhere else. It's always there, we are turning to face it.
"If you open yourself to the Tao, you are at one with the Tao and you can embody it completely. If you open yourself to insight, you are at one with insight and you can use it completely. If you open yourself to loss, you are at one with loss and you can accept it completely."
The Tao Te Ching, 23