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Taking The Reins

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On November 14, 2021

In Philosphing

Meaning.

What does that mean? What makes a thing meaningful or meaningless? It is a perceived quality of a thing. Is it objective or subjective? Is it something we apply to a thing or is it something resident to a thing that we react to?

Which is better? A meaningful existence or a meaningless one?

Meaningful of course. Nobody ever committed suicide because their lives just seemed so meaningful.

So this is important. It’s something we should be in control of. And we are.

There is nothing wrong with talking to yourself. It’s listening to yourself that gets you into trouble. We are creating ourselves with the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves. If we don’t do it consciously, we let a mental autopilot take over. As in a a self-driving vehicle, the autopilot does an adequate job under calm, controlled conditions. But when the weather turns bad or an unexpected situation presents itself, the autopilot will lose control (often by overcorrecting) and the actual pilot must assume control.

Letting your mental autopilot (your inner dialogue) run out of control is the source of most psychological problems.

We re-assert control of our lives by taking control of the narrative. We are the authors of, not the characters in our stories. You are where you are because you put yourself there. Or you let your autopilot take you there.

The only thing that stands between you and who you want to be is you.

Your life has as much or as little meaning as you want it to.

Stop listening to yourself.

Start telling yourself.

The Danse Macabre

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On October 29, 2021

In Philosphing

Everything has two sides. Every one contains a two and every two contains a three and three’s a magic number.

Three can be a bridge or a wall. Harmony or chaos. It represents the interface between dualities. This is the rarified origin of war. War requires two parties that define themselves in reference to each other. When there is peace, the people are one.

War is exciting.

Peace is boring.

War stimulates creativity.

Peace becomes stagnant.

In many cultures throughout time, it was believed that to die for a noble cause was to be preferred over a death from disease or old age. To love life and to cling to enjoyment was spurned as weakness. Strength was manly. Weakness was womanly.

Which is superior? Black, White or their mottled child, Grey?

To fear death is to suffer.

To embrace death is to be free.

To dance along the edge is Divine.

REM THE FOOL’S ERRAND

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On August 7, 2021

In Scraps

001 A SPIRIT TRAVELS ACROSS THE VOID

002 IT COMES ACROSS COUNTLESS GEWGAWS AND DECORATIONS

003 SOME ARE INCORPORATED WHILE OTHERS ARE DROPPED

004 OVER TIME THE SPIRIT FORGETS WHAT IT ONCE WAS

005 FORGETS THE FREEDOM FROM THE BURDEN IT CARRIES

006 IT BELIEVES THAT IT IS THE PILE OF TRASH IT HAULS

007 IT BECOMES SAD AND WEARY WITHOUT KNOWING WHY

008 PERHAPS IT THINKS I NEED TO FIND BETTER STUFF

009 NOW IT IS A SEEKING SPIRIT

010 IT SUSPECTS IT NEEDS SOMETHING MORE TO BE FULFILLED

011 SO IT BEGINS TO SEARCH FOR WEIGHTIER THINGS TO COLLECT

012 HEAVIER THOUGHTS

013 HEAVIER CONCEPTS

014 WHEN IT FINDS THEM IT PICKS THEM UP AND CARRIES THEM

015 EVENTUALLY REALIZING THIS IS NOT MAKING THINGS EASIER

015 THE SPIRIT IS FINALLY CRUSHED BY THE WEIGHT OF IT ALL

016 IT’S WORLD IS UTTERLY DESTROYED

017 GOTO 001

All Consuming

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On October 18, 2020

In Philosphing

Is there anything more horrific than life?

It carries the price of a death sentence issued at birth. Everything that moves upon this planet is doomed to be eaten by something else. Our sole purpose is to end up as food.

Now we can intellectualize that this is just the way the system has to work. That “nature, red of tooth and claw” is the world we exist in even if killing seems morally repugnant on some level. But kill we must. Gotta eat.

Like most men, I am a hunter. I generally hunt about the same time each week. Every Tuesday morning I can be found in the meat section of my local grocery store. Hunting in the most convenient and modern manner.

Most of us don’t enjoy killing so we are happy to pay others to do the dirty work. But why? Why do so many people dislike murdering animals? It is because we possess a combination of empathy and imagination that allows us to vicariously experience what it must be like to be on the receiving end of the slaughter. And it doesn’t feel good. To deliver fear, pain and death upon another living creature seems evil somehow.

Many of us truly do not want to do evil things.

So, what’s the deal here? Is the universe inherently vicious and evil? We don’t want that to be the case so we make up other scenarios. Perhaps it was originally a place of love and compassion that somehow fell into it’s current state. Maybe we are being punished for something we did wrong either personally or as a race. Perhaps we are paying the price for offending Someone.

So why do we exist in this slaughterhouse of a world?

It’s actually just because we’re dumb. Or to put it less harshly, we lack the full data-set. We assume that death is a bad thing because we tend to fear the unknown.

Once we pierce the Veil by whatever means, we can see through the illusion. We can see that life and death are an exquisite dance within the One Consciousness.

Therein lies the value of the Philosopher’s Stone. To obtain this understanding that your true self is immortal allows you to transmute the entire world into what has been called the “Kingdom of Heaven”.

To dwell therein is to know that there is nothing to fear. There never was.

But to now have the eyes to see that.

Strange Highness

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On January 25, 2020

In Philosphing

Being addicted to something that brings pleasure can cause a lot of pain.

The metaphorical creation of a thing must bring into existence it’s opposite. All things (except the One) are poles of another thing and so exist in pairs. For example, there can be no heat without the existence of cold.

Here we can begin to understand the phenomenon we call addiction. At it’s core it is the overemphasis of a pleasure that leads to the inevitable pain it creates in the life of the addict.

We can observe this same principle in reverse with the practice of self-denial or even masochism. People will hurt themselves in order to enjoy pride or the self-satisfaction derived by punishing the “self” which they have defined as being the enemy.

The reason an addiction can be so difficult to break is because the addict does not want to quit. The pleasure (for the moment) outweighs the pain whether it takes the form of physical illness, relational problems or something else. The turnaround point is only reached when the pain eclipses the enjoyment.

Either way, the predicament arises because the perpetrator/victim is allowing outside circumstance to dictate their behavior. When the ruler abdicates the throne, chaos reigns.

Decept-Icons

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On September 19, 2019

In Philosphing

Deception. Lies. False Flags.

Wonderful things aren’t they? They contribute so much to our lives. Indeed to all life. We should always be grateful for the dishonest nature of Nature. We teach our children that lying is wrong without mentioning how often we ourselves have lied in the past. And for very good reasons.

Obviously (as in all things) we are talking about shades of grey as opposed to black or white.

If the cuttlefish changes it’s chromatophores to blend into the background and thus escape the hungry eyes of a predator, it becomes guilty of deception. The damned creature is a liar but at least it will live to lie again another day.

So while espousing that “honesty is the best policy”, we must all admit that it’s opposite is also true.

If lies are acceptable, what about more serious “sins”? How difficult would your situation have to become before you would steal food from your neighbors? Are people collecting public assistance from the government actually stealing food from their neighbors albeit legally through their tax dollars?

In the wild, do other creatures steal food from one another? Of course they do. They often “cut out the middle-man”, so to speak by simply eating their neighbors directly.

And that brings us up to the gran-daddy of offenses against God and man – Murder! Did you know that before the discovery and distribution of penicillin and later antibiotics, 30% of all deaths were by infection of one type or another. Murdered by microscopic predators. Most of whom are still around actually. Mutating (short) generation by generation in an almost (?) diabolical manner to eliminate our new-found defenses. Relentlessly and tirelessly picking our locks. Their success seems assured.

So murder is the accepted way of nature. Everybody eats somebody. Not only does God allow us to murder. He requires it of us.

As usual, when I indulge in writing in this manner, I only wish to give the reader something to chew upon. I cannot speak to it’s nutritional value, if any.

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