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Zones

So I’ve been looking around these days and I have observed some peculiar situations.  Human beings not only love to stand in line for things like coffee and paying traffic tickets, they are also quite content with these miseries.  There seems to be a lot of oxymorons these days.  Happiness in misery is one that still dumbfounds me.  Problem solving with worry is another.

Security.  People are secure in their own insecurities.  I understand that change can be hard but why not live up to a challenge?  Most people who I have observed (self included) have insecurities.  It is a consequence of being human it seems.  The problem is when we find a sense of security in these insecurities.  It doesn’t make sense to any degree, but it is happening every single day.  This choice is one that eludes most of us because we wouldn’t make it if we knew that we were choosing insecurity.  If we truly saw it for what it was, then we’d stop.

Comfort.  Are you comfortable?  Discomfort is typically not desirable as our minds are primed to avoid pain.  I’m not talking about the avoidance of a broken bone though.  How many times do we avoid telling the truth, public speaking or taking a life changing opportunity because it might upset our comfort zone?  I have a very simple solution for this; make being uncomfortable your new comfort zone.  After all, you may only be here on Earth for one more month.  Wouldn’t you be happier if you just went for it without hesitation?  What is really preventing anyone from growing or going down a new path besides the familiar devils?

Riches.  From what I have witnessed, I would report the following to the mother-ship:  The beings here perceive their poverty as riches.  They believe themselves to be in scarcity and do not recognize the inherent abundance or prosperity.  It is a shame, really, because they live in a paradise yet, somehow believe themselves wanting.  When one attempts to reveal the truth to them, they become agitated and begin defending the very thing that keeps them in bondage.  Please see my report on security.


The Parasite

Generally, a parasite is defined as an organism that requires a host to ensure its survival.  There is a huge difference between a parasitic system and a symbiotic one.  I was thinking about this today in regards to life and human beings.  It is easy for us  humans to bash our own species when it comes to consumption and how we live on Earth but I’m not going to engage in that idea today.  We do have a tendency to over-consume and this is a self-destructive behavioral pattern but I see something deeper.

This is where I may lose some of you.  What I see is a parasite that has embedded itself so deeply into our minds, hearts and culture that we just assume that it is us and that this is just the way it is.  Calling it fear or the devil or human nature is a bit irresponsible so I will over-simplify it by calling it the parasite.

I once read that the goal of a demon is the death of its host as this would be the ultimate form of control.  When I look around these days I have to wonder what the hell is going on.  It seems like we are on a path of self-destruction as a species but I wonder if we have allowed this parasite to convince us that it is us, that it does not exist and that this is just how life is here… then you die.  What a great survival mechanism that is; convincing the world that you do not exist.  That is brilliant but once we see the parasite it’s game over.

We can overcome this.

I once argued with someone about bringing clean water to all of Africa.  Their argument was that it would cost too much money.  Really?  Making the planet worse is more affordable for those who print money out of nothing I suppose?  How fucking delusional is that line of thinking?

Fear is the biggest tool that the parasite uses to prevent us from real progress.  Fear itself is just an emotion but it can paralyze us.  The original purpose of fear was to alert us of danger or threat.  The parasite has us convinced that we can only live one way and that this is our culture.  Change is a threat.  New is a risk.  Success and love are enemies.  These are all lies that our culture tells us and that we perpetuate through lack of inquiry.

This is not an easy issue.  What we have in our global culture is a systemic dis-ease that begins in the mind and then manifests outwardly.  The good news is that each of us has a choice to acknowledge this and overcome it by listening to the truth of who we really are.


SuperCulture

I have never understood why we don’t honor, endorse and innovate what I call ‘superculture’.  The human species is a single organism.  This is fact.  Currently, we act as a bunch of different races, cultures, groups, religions, businesses, ideas and individuals.  There is nothing wrong with being an individual but that’s a given.  You don’t have to try to be one because you are!!!  Just like everyone else. 

So what is all of this competition, hiding, hoarding and fighting about?  Are we sick?  Did we forget?  Do we have a developmental delay?  I know, I know… it’s not you or your culture.  It’s everyone else. 

Superculture is an open network sharing information, material goods, ideas and innovation for the good of all.  For instance, General Motors would not for a second be allowed to purchase the patent rights for the electric or water motor and shelve it due to their investments in oil.  Nor would a pharmaceutical company be permitted to hide a cure in order to sell a treatment because there is zero long term profit in cure.  Have you noticed that there have been no “breakthrough cures” since the 1930′s?  Did we become less intelligent?  Or is something else going on?   

Let’s start with the superculture basics:  Water.  I have clean running water.  The process is fairly simple.  So what stops us from ensuring that everyone in Africa for instance has clean running water?  Money?  Motivation?  Commitment?   

Food.  I eat well but the system which I receive that food is a profit machine.  People in impoverished countries don’t eat well because there is no profit to be found there.  Only charity.  Everyone in superculture knows how to grow, maintain and share food equitably/abundantly.  We have been taught to fish.

Shelter.  There is enough space for everyone and we in superculture share our building skills we each other in order to make more efficient homes that serve as power sources rather than consumers. 

This is over-simplistic and yes, I am an idealist but it could be done with some focus.  All of this costs money you say?  Ok.  I’ll remind everyone that we print money out of absolutely nothing but our ability to do so.  It is an invention of man.  Right now, countries go into “debt” for basics.  Who would owe what to whom in superculture?  Imagine if there were only ONE of us.  Who would owe what to whom?  What would that one hoard for? 

This isn’t necessarily a push for global government because that fails.  This is one cell in the body speaking to the other cells of the body and sending out a transmission that says, “HEY!!!  THERE IS ONLY ONE BODY HERE!!!  PERHAPS WE WOULD BE WISE TO ONLY DO WHAT IS BEST FOR THAT BODY AND DISCONTINUE SELF PRESERVATION”. 

…Because after all, a cell that only takes care of itself, consumes, competes for energy and destroys is called cancer. 

 


life as school

Life is not the box we put it in. 

Life is spherical, dynamic, fluid, ever-changing and breathing.

I’m curious of our human tendency to put everything into boxes.  We live in houses (boxes), drive to work in a car or bus (box on wheels) to offices/businesses (bigger boxes) and try to buy, sell or file ideas (box o thoughts). 

Did you know that the human mind will project a fourth wall when confronted with the concept of a cubicle?  If you are sitting with a wall in front and two walls on either side for long enough your mind will subconsciously create an enclosure.  Sure, you may think that you know better but the subconscious algorithms that are responsible for you staying in a situation that you detest think differently.

Life awaits.

Whatever it is that you are doing today, do it knowing that it is a choice and I will do the same. 

We are in the school of life and it has no walls or books.  The curriculum is unpredictable and the subjects are us.  Choice is the way we play.  There is love and there is fear.  Art is the result.  Have fun.  The teacher is awesome!!!


Bubbles of choice

We were preparing to have an unbirthday party.  I went to go purchase bubbles for the kids.  Kids like bubbles.  Bubbles are simple.  I love simplicity.

I was having one of those slightly off days.  A day where the sun is shining, I have everything in the world to be happy about but, there is something I just can’t seem to put my finger on.  On days like that, it is the little things that finally get me.  I will crumple up a piece of paper to toss in the garbage can one foot away… and miss.  For some reason, that’s what causes me to snap or curl into a ball on the floor.  Go figure. 

So there I am in the super-mega-no one has anywhere else on Earth to be store to find bubbles for the kids.  I’m standing in the ‘bubble’ aisle staring at the latest barrage of bubble guns, canons, jugs of bubbles with a five foot diameter wand, a $40.00 frog that comes with batteries and blows bubbles as his mouth opens and closes and some box-like contraption that you can add different food coloring to in order to make multi-colored bubbles.  I didn’t yell.  I should have yelled.  It would have been funny.  Instead, I screamed in my mind as loud as one can before it turns into audible sound:

I just want fucking bubbles!!!!! 

I’ve never been a “good ol’ days” type of person because I’m not 96 and don’t remember when chocolate bars were a nickel but on that day, I was that guy. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love technology and I think it has tremendous potential to make things easier for us (although everyone seems to be more over-worked than ever).  I just think that we create too many choices for ourselves and it drives our cultural anxiety. 

I did find the bubbles I was looking for but then spent the rest of the day in a wide open field blowing bubbles into the wind in order to calm myself down from the experience of looking for bubbles.


Cultural brain box

Art is a big word.  As someone involved in the unfolding artistic process I do not see myself as an artist per se, but as a catalyst and witness to the process of art.  When I first began to intentionally create I was under the spell that all of my ideas were good ideas.  Much like the child that drags mommy by the hand to the bathroom to show her the fresh turd I suppose.  Nevertheless, I kept going and came to appreciate, even long for the criticism that would open my mind up to that unseen factor.  The blind spot.  Now, I do my best to throw the ideas that come to me as far away as I can.  If they persist, I may proceed.  Sometimes, it’s a no-brainer and I’m immediately involved.  Those are the best.

There was a three-year spell where I struggled with the fact that I was stuck in a culture box that influences everything I do.  You can pretty much at any given point yell out “THOSE AREN’T PILLOWS!” and have people chuckle from the movie reference.  God bless you Steve Martin.  The problem with our culture box is that it’s made up of glass or a see through plasma and most people don’t know that they are in it.  My devastating thought was that it is impossible to create something entirely new because everything is made from and influenced by everything else.  The west is, in my opinion devoid of its own culture.  It’s kind of a mish-mash of everything else and from that we’re pretty lost.  I’m pretty sure this is why people in the west visit India only to return sporting a bindi and greeting the rest of us with namaste.  Enlightened to a new way to drink Starbucks I guess. 

I feel that when we create art we have two basic parts to our mind; the mind that’s free and the mind that’s bound.  Art is the dynamic inter-play between these two minds.  Those of us that attempt to create from “outside of reality” end up talking to ourselves about white rabbits and those who create directly from the latest cultural offerings are just mediocre.  There needs to be balance.  Anyone who is a true artist, I believe, stands on the edge of reality and their work is to expand that edge.  You won’t necessarily reach infinity but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.  You can in fact reach it if you are perfectly still but that’s another post all together.  The point is that there is nothing new under the sun.  Trigonometry existed seven thousand years ago.  We’ve only recently noticed and applied it. 

So now I create from what I find inspiration in and use the given tools to facilitate that process.  I just don’t take myself so seriously anymore.  Your art suffers in direct proportion to you giving a rats ass what anyone thinks about you.  So don’t strive for freedom… be free.  A major part of that freedom is in accepting what you are bound to.   

I was inspired to write this after returning  from a walk through the woods where I hung out with a variety of trees and two woodpeckers rhythmically searching for food.  Now THAT is art I can get my head around.  That’s the culture that I identify with.  Remote parts of the world may not have my Starbuck’s but at least I know that there will be trees, land and inspiration to create.


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