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On November 20, 2021

In Scraps

Imagine a small island upon which are 100 castaways. They are strangers to each other and were all shipwrecked at the same time. They can each scrounge enough food and water to live on but not much more.

How might their societal structure develop?

The initial situation is anarchy. Not necessarily a bad thing. There is simply no authority. Each person on the island is equal to the others and nobody is in charge. Alas, utopias cannot last. Sooner or later the more physically powerful and selfish will begin to take resources from their weaker and less assertive companions.

Now we have criminals.

The victims will soon learn to form into groups for mutual defense.

Now we have police.

These groups will sort themselves into hierarchies according to their intelligence and the drive for status of their members.

Now we have government.

The government will create projects to make life easier for the inhabitants (or at least for themselves). This will require a portion of the inhabitants resources.

Now we have taxes.

Et cetera…

I am writing this in response to a friend of mine who is an enthusiastic advocate of anarchy as being the ultimate form of government. Idealism can be a good thing but if it is not tempered by experience and observation, it can lead to large-scale disasters. Communism for example, sounds good in theory and would be a great way to govern a society of angels. As we have seen however, humans are incapable of wielding power without falling into the temptation to accumulate wealth and to manipulate the system for their own ends.

I can imagine a society where children are taught from the very beginning the value of love and kindness to others. Where friendship and compassion and service to others is instilled at an early age as the very foundation of a just and happy society. Where the sharing of resources is…

Ah, never mind.

Icarus Can Swim

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On February 18, 2021

In Philosphing

During the time immediately following my discovery of the Stone, I went through a period of spiritual free-fall. With a fresh understanding of morality and karmic responsibility, I became aware that evil was not a forbidden or even undesirable thing.

Suffering strengthens, pain teaches. The presence of evil is what makes goodness possible. It is the very existence of sickness that makes wholesomeness so desirable.

During that time I was mentally capable of committing heinous deeds for which I would feel no remorse.

It was terrifying.

In my early years I was for the most part a good-hearted child. I had a deep love for what I called “God’s little creatures” and would go out of my way to save earthworms from drowning when the rain flooded their burrows. Later, as a teenager, I was taught and accepted that God and love were somehow identical as described in the Christian Bible.

But now after the Stone, the love that I had believed to be the central, most important thing in the universe was relegated to being merely half of a duality. Logically, there was no real difference between saving a life or taking one. The discovery that God was pure Consciousness led me to the idea that our true Self was simply what I called “The Witness”. Cold and aloof, above the fray. Neutral on all matters. Filled with humor but devoid of warmth, God seemed to be laughing at It’s own creation’s expense.

Was this cosmic horror-show the actual truth?

I felt hurt and lost. I made fun of those who did not “Know”. I had nothing but derision for those Christian fools who believed all the bullshit that I myself used to believe. I embraced my identity as a simple Watcher.

Yet it still felt wrong. My logic was impeccable but there was an underlying sadness and a longing for the time when I was vulnerable to emotions and fantasies. A longing for the ignorance that had once allowed me to feel like a part of the world instead of the Understanding that now allowed me to soar above it.

Leave it to me to find Enlightenment disappointing.

There was this love-shaped hole at the center of my being that could not be filled. Logically, I could not see a reason for love to be especially important.

Then I realized that there existed an absolute proof that it actually was very important.

My proof was the very existence of that love-shaped hole. There is no logical reason to be filled with love but there is also no logical reason not to be!

I had discovered that love for others is it’s own reward. And as I learned to forgive myself for my appalling ignorance, I went ahead and forgave everyone else for theirs too.

And so my spiritual free-fall ended back on solid ground. But this solid ground is a bit higher up than my previous perch.

And the view is so much nicer.

Good Fences

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On February 7, 2021

In Philosphing

Some (possibly crazy) people believe in telepathy. Indeed many other (possibly crazy) people report that aliens communicate telepathically almost exclusively. This is theoretically possible either through technical enhancement or perhaps spiritual mastery via the concept that the many are also the One.

Let’s indulge in a little fantasy. What if humans could somehow develop a strong, universal ability to read each other’s thoughts? How would your life change if everyone you know suddenly knew what you really thought of them? How would society change if we were automatically open and honest with each other about every little thing? How important is privacy? Is it more valuable to those who are dishonest? Or perhaps to those who are hiding from others who mean them harm?

Siddhis or Powers can be attained during the run up to Enlightenment or as a spontaneous result afterward. The mastery of these abilities only arises in conjunction with the understanding of why they cannot be used casually.

Upon meeting a complete stranger, we tend to be wary. We don’t know anything about them. Perhaps they are mean. Perhaps they are stupid or just plain weird. But to maintain decorum, we might offer a greeting. If they respond in a friendly manner, we might tell them our name and offer some small talk. If given the time and the inclination, we pass from being strangers to being acquaintances. The more we open up to each other, the more we share our thoughts and our feelings, the more friendly we may become. As the friendship grows, we may develop trust and empathy. If we spend time together and begin to share in each other’s lives, we may develop a deep and abiding love for each other.

Building a relationship takes time because of the relatively small bandwidth of human communication. How long would it take if we knew everything about each other instantaneously? Would we even remain separate beings?

What would it be like if we were all instantly in love with and cared deeply for everyone we met?

Would that be wonderful?

For how long?

The Colour Out Of Race

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On January 8, 2021

In Philosphing

I’m a racist and I love racism!

Allow me to clarify. I do not believe in discriminating against anyone based on skin color or anything else. However, I occasionally find myself falling for various racial stereotypes and when I do, I endeavor to catch myself and learn from my foolishness. Most people find themselves similarly situated.

Now as for loving racism, I mean that I find the subject to be fascinating and exceedingly educational. A fully human manifestation of the one and only true fear. The fear of the unknown.

As we know, the only way to lose our fear is to learn more about the subject of said fear. This in turn becomes the catalyst for new experiences and adventures.

“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” Mathew (22:37-39)

This quote by Jesus from the Christian Bible is interesting isn’t it? On the surface, it seems to make no sense. How can you love yourself or your neighbor if you reserve 100% of your love for God?

Unless…

Strays

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On April 5, 2019

In Scraps

I once moved from one home to another in the same city. Six weeks later while traveling through my old neighborhood, I suddenly had the idea to check the mailbox at my old place. This made no sense because my mail had been being forwarded to my new place for eight weeks. With the two week overlap there was no chance of my missing anything. As I was explaining all this to my myself, I rode my motorcycle around the block, stopped at my old house and looked in the mailbox.

There was a single letter. It was from a young lady I did not know. She was writing on behalf of a mutual friend. I wrote back to her shortly thereafter…

She has been my wife now for over 30 years and I love her more with every passing day.

And I would have missed her completely if not for a single irrational thought that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“You keep making plans and I’ll keep laughing.” – God

Comes the Reaper

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On January 4, 2019

In Philosphing

How many people know the day of their death ahead of time?

Some do. The suicide. The condemned…

But chances are that you will not see it coming. You will wake up one morning with a head full of thoughts, plans, worries. Most likely you will drop into your familiar routine. Take a shower, brush your teeth, get dressed. Maybe have some breakfast.

Leave the house and drive away, leaving your family behind.

No big deal. Just another day. You’ll be back later.

Except that you won’t. You will never go home again. You will never see your family again. Today is your death-day. The terrible yet abstract fact that you must die will suddenly become starkly real.

The manner in which you are killed can vary. With or without warning. A sudden pain in your chest. A screeching of tires. Whatever it is. It has come. And you are no more.

Imagine this happens to you today. Right now. Where do your last thoughts take you? Who do you think of? What are your regrets? Who have you hurt?

It’s too late to make amends now. You’re finished.

Funny how little we appreciate air until we begin to drown. How the people and the things we most take for granted become heart-achingly precious only when they are lost forever…

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