Sometimes, when things turn one way and you, caught with those things turn that way too…and then just go along and go along to get along…you pick up a lot of dross along the way…
I am of course speaking about life….
After floating the Amniotic fluid (and yes, Amniotic has the same root as AMnesia and thus the sea of forgetting), for 9 months, we come to this world pure and free with all memory of past pasts only epi-genetic….
And when nature is at it, always at it, many of our nurtures are and-or were a little twisted. No blame, it is a game after all. And many of our coaches in the game of life, our PA-rents are successive cogs in the game, doing the best they know or can or could.
So on and on, on the tabula rasa that is a baby, things are written, some deeply, some sweetly but sadly, in this day and age, many traumatically.
Even birth is such….give this a listen…
So thus it begins….
On and on and on….in little ways and big ways….and this is all dross…this is how this school is set up…
And there is only one PURE-i-FIER or is it PURE-i-FIRE?
And so, from time to time to time, it is a good practice to gather with a group of conscious humans around a fire and a fire pit, around a dark huddle in a sweat lodge and Pure-I-fy…
And so I did….
And it was beautiful….
Grandfather Fire, Grandmother Earth….
Night after night…
Sparks, inside and out…
Dawn, A New…
And fire, the transmutative element….through the crucible over and over…
Greetings fellow earth dwellers,
Are you, like I used to be, sinking under the weight of BLAME for what I/you/we have done to Terra Matre?
Do you lie awake at night and dream of smoke stacks belching tons and tons of “UNSEQESTERABLE” carbon in all it’s forms, mono and di into the atmos-fear, blowing holes into the whole of the O-Zone?
Do you look at the tail pipe of your and your fellow blamees auto-mobiles and cluck in self-disgust, wishing you were not party to the destruction of Terra Matre?
Do you guiltily look at your 500 liter freezer and wish you could do with less, so that terra matre could do with more?
Do you perchance regret each belch, burp and fart and heck, even BREATH, because with every out-cycle, a little molecule of Ozone screams out in it’s death throes?
Fear not, for you are not a-lone.
The great lie of Anthropogenic Global Warming/Climate Change or whatever new name/meme has managed to put this massive burden of guilt on a very large part of global pop…..but in truth, it is, in every way, a victory of two vile humans, both related.
Those two men are El Sigmundo Fraud (ooops, I meant Freud) and his nephew, the father of Public Relations, Eduardo Bernays.
Freud, for those who did not know this was a cocaine addict. Just so you know. He was experimenting and he got hooked. So a lot of his balderdash of sex and guilt for-EVAH came from a coke-addled brian.
His theories though were brilliant, not because they were brilliant, but because they brilliantly suited the emergant power cabal of the 20th century, the money masters. Because they had found their man.
You see, the Judeo-Christian ethos, actually a pathos is built on a strong three legged stool: Fear/Sin/Guilt. Angry god, born in Sin and Forever guilty.
Add to this potent mix the confusion of a deep sexual need, never fullfilled, twisted sexual mores leading to perpetual guilty feelings…..until desire itself was equated to sin/guilt.
Now once Fraud was deified and his pseudo-intellectual gobbledygook given academic sanction, the global Judeo-Christian population, at that time the KEY MARKET of the money masters was easy pickings.
Sexualize everything, make people but in, buy it, make every acquisition somehow a replacement for a repressed sexual urge and BINGO, an entire section of the world was forever enslaved.
Caught on the hamster wheel of Fear/Sin/Guilt.
As for the rest of the world, well they knew that they were going to either christianize it or hollywoodize it enough over the decades to come (and they have and how) so the method would work, like a charm (and it has, and HOW!).
Eddy Bernays, using his mon-oncle’s twisted theories, came up with the brilliant strategy of using said triple-thrust to ADVER-tise (do note, most of advertising shares a lot with Adver-sary, no co-incidence, advertising and it’s ugly sibling, Pubic (ahhhh, Public, but you get my drift) relations are a war on our collective consciouness.
This is the reason for the sexualization of EVERYTHING, EVERY THING…and now, most unfortunately, children.
Make everything a sexual object, directly or tangentially and you have the potent brew that has the world consuming, regretting it’s consumption and given the vicious circle created in our minds, consume some more.
And secretly ashamed, always ashamed and guilty.
So, over the last Century and then some, called the Century of the Self, this Uncle-Nephew trickster duo and everything they spawned has sunk people in the mire of consumption and psychiatry.
Both of which drive us mad.
What does that have to do with Climate change?
As it turns out, everything.
As Al Bore, the high priest of Climate science, jetted about the world in his private jet spewing TONS of CO/CO2, telling people, with shiny POWER POINT presentations and vertically rising graphs (how phallic) how the world was going to end and the polar bears were all going to die, because YOU, you guilty, consumptive CONNED-sumer were consuming too much not him.
Oh nose, not his fat arse and his fat home and his fat private aircraft and those of his equally money addled money masters. Not them.
YOU, guilty by consumption.
I am here to tell you today, dear ONE, sleep easy.
Of course something is UP. We are in a time of tremendous change. Shifts on every axis. Internal and external.
Of course we are on a consumptive spiral, bombarded as we are from every pore, into believing that consumption is the cure. Retail Therapy (been guilty me-self, baaaaaad me)….
But we are not even a pip on the scale of planetary forces. We register hardly at all at the scale of the solar system. Galactically…fuggedaboutit…
Of course we need to get off the consumption hamster wheel, of course we need to become more sustainable, of course we need to simplify.
But the reasons for that are for our collective and individual upliftment, cleansing and en-lightenment.
The guilty, if there are such, know who they are and this entire climate change scam is a massive shift of blame from them (a few) to us (the many).
And if there is a hell, then Fraud and Burneys are grinning their joker grins if we allow this.
Stop the self-blame. Drop the guilt burden.
Do NOT believe the main stream lie.
Else, we will have fallen victim to the FRAUD FULL FRONTAL!
Simplify your life so you might have a smaller, literal burden (as without, so within).
Bring balance into all things, not extremes.
Stop eating meat. I cannot overstress this enough, STOP EATING MEAT.
You want to make a single, massive statement and step in the upward direction? STOP EATING MEAT. If you need to know more, ask me why…
The world is as it is because it is IS as it IS.
If you have your hands on a lever, however large or small, use it judiciously.
If large enough to shift the world, use it more judiciously still.
Breathe slowly, deeply….
And know that YOU ARE and IT IS….
I’ll leave you with a pithy, de-guilter…. ;-)
Oh, and did I already say this?
STOP EATING MEAT! The one step life enhancer…
Hugs all around…
So we have long known that money, which is off course (!) moon-ey makes the world go wrong.
Wait, did I miss quote that? Off course not, mooney does make the whirled go round. Right?
I, for one, never understood how a coin or a flat piece of paper or plastic had enough angular momentum to chimpart (hah…read on) to this Huuuuuge globe we live on, now literally going pear shaped (seriously, shysters, posing as scientisum-ists, who gave us the blue marble, now say that the earth is actually pear shaped, a bit bottom heavy if you will)….
But it does seem to be the case. Mooney makes the whirled go pear shaped. Veddy con-fusing. Yes, I’m con-fused. when I’m confused, diction-aries tell me I’m scattered, but I’m actually con (with) fused, which is all together.
Which is it? Now I’m really con-fused.
But digressions aside and confusions to the four…
Money, currency, credit, debt, derivatives, supply, demand, elastic curves, malthus, coin-age…I could go on…clearly rules our world.
Got a dollar, buy you something. Got a billion dollars? Buy a country, re-write laws, float above the law….you know how it goes.
Used to be a time, a long time ago, when money, better known as wealth, was pure. Gold, Silver, a cow, a herd, a rock with a hole in it….real things. You had either worked for it, inherited it or stolen it, but it was real. Having vaaaaast amounts of it was impractical…
Then, when we got debased (and we did, again and again), our sense of wealth and value was debased too…read some history. Debasing the coin of the realm was a favoured trick of the fallen emperors of our peculiar age (piscean if you must know)…a little cheap nickle mixed with the silver, who’d know, eh?
Rome fell in direct proportion to the debasement of it’s currency. The cause and effect question might as well be that of the chicken and egg, but they fell together, the realm and the coin of the realm.
Monetary history, it’s impact on civilization and our journey with it to this time makes for a fascinating study, worthy of a delve.
I could, as it were, go on.
But let us fast forward…whirrrrr…..fzzzzzz……..ziiiitttttt….
Toady, having traversed cheap paper (fiat currency), plastic notes, plastic cards…here we are.
Money, detached from all roots or reality, mere digits in this digital age, sit (well, in a manner of speaking) in main-frames somewhere. Easily moved, easily manipulated, easily stolen, easily hidden….
Money IS NOT wealth. It can buy you wealth, but it is NOT wealth. Not paper money, not plastic money, not digital money….
Money that is unaffected by gravity is not wealth….make sense? I think there is a hashed metaphor there.
What it does do, fer shure, is make people go MAD.
There is something intrinsically mad-making about money, especially this new money….
And it took some scientists at Yale and a bunch of monkeys to prove the point…
From the article:
The currency Chen settled on was a silver disc, one inch in diameter, with a hole in the middle — ”kind of like Chinese money,” he says. It took several months of rudimentary repetition to teach the monkeys that these tokens were valuable as a means of exchange for a treat and would be similarly valuable the next day. Having gained that understanding, a capuchin would then be presented with 12 tokens on a tray and have to decide how many to surrender for, say, Jell-O cubes versus grapes. This first step allowed each capuchin to reveal its preferences and to grasp the concept of budgeting.
The data generated by the capuchin monkeys, Chen says, ”make them statistically indistinguishable from most stock-market investors.”
AND the KICKER…
During the chaos in the monkey cage, Chen saw something out of the corner of his eye that he would later try to play down but in his heart of hearts he knew to be true. What he witnessed was probably the first observed exchange of money for sex in the history of monkeykind. (Further proof that the monkeys truly understood money: the monkey who was paid for sex immediately traded the token in for a grape.)
This is mooney folks, the mad maker…
Can’t live with it (sanely) can’t live with-out it…
When taught to use money, a group of capuchin monkeys responded quite rationally to simple incentives; responded irrationally to risky gambles; failed to save; stole when they could; used money for food and, on occasion, sex. In other words, they behaved a good bit like the creature that most of Chen’s more traditional colleagues study: Homo sapiens.
What you gonna doooooo?
Vivake who took
And ate it TWO!
Since the truth, as is it’s nature, will be revealed, whether we “Like” it or not, better we peel the layers of the ONiON by our very selves, eh?
And does not matter which way you look, war seems to be on the menu. If it has not hit one’s part of the world yet, it’s because someone has decided that it’s just not time for you to be warred on, yet.
That is a truth…..At least for the collective.
For the individual, it is entirely a matter of vibration. If we vibrate the frequency of violence, violence will come and find us. If we vibrate the frequency of Shanti (peace) Shanti will come and find us….
Some years ago, I had a strong feeling of a huge vibrational fork in the road coming up, where we as sentients would make choices that would decide for a long time what our egg-zis-tenses would be like. Sort of a high-road/low road choice point if you will….
That, in my estimation, is what 2012 was all about. That was the big shift, the tectonic event that largely went un-noticed. Do you know which road you chose? The thing about these forks in the road is that the farther you go down a particular path, the harder it is to backtrack if you think you actually wanted to go the udder way. Picture a herd bifurcating and how hard it would be to reverse tracks on a narrow road…..
So the game is and always has been a vibrational one, as was this great vibrational one. And there are con-trolling forces who will have us choose the road that is filled with violence, and the frequency of violence. This via televised wars, televised police brutality, televised fake blood false flags, violent video games, violent music, violent sport….
You get the drift. The vibrational shift is between choosing a life-positive vibe vs. a death positive vibe.
Incidentally, nothing wrong with either, if it is really your wont. If blood and gore and death metal is REALLY your thing and you live it fully, then that is probably what this trip around the life-wheel is/was all about for you. No right/wrong judgement, but the important thing is this…
To make the appropriate choices, you have to know your true self….
Watch this, or as much of this as you feel called to….it’s 4 years old, just as an FYI ;-)
So, Main Stream Media, inclusive of TeeVee, Radio, Games, Music, Movies, all of it, is pushing all of it’s consumers into a war mind-set….
If you know/think you are immune, perhaps you might want to think again? Because in this twisted world of backwards is forwards, war is peace, ignorance is strength….unless you are really riding the bucking steed of hyper-awareness, you’re probably being propagandized whether you like it or not. Whether you want it or not.
So, kill your TV, burn the trash that passes for putrid papers and the kill bill games if you play them, even just for a leedle pleasure…or DON”T ….
But give a read to this, because Fiction is fact (and trust me or don’t but most fact is currently pure Fiction)…. From George Orwell’s 1984…
Read it through, our current meta-world sate in two (and a bit) very well written (of course, he was an insider, he knew) para-graphs…
The primary aim of modern warfare is to use up the products of the machine without raising the general standard of living. Ever since the end of the nineteenth century, the problem of what to do with the surplus of consumption goods has been latent in industrial society. From the moment when the machine first made its appearance it was clear to all thinking people that the need for human drudgery, and therefore to a great extent for human inequality, had disappeared. If the machine were used deliberately for that end, hunger, overwork, dirt, illiteracy, and disease could be eliminated within a few generations. And in fact, without being used for any such purpose, but by a sort of automatic process — by producing wealth which it was sometimes impossible not to distribute — the machine did raise the living standards of the average humand being very greatly over a period of about fifty years at the end of the nineteenth and the beginning of the twentieth centuries. But it was also clear that an all-round increase in wealth threatened the destruction — indeed, in some sense was the destruction — of a hierarchical society. In a world in which everyone worked short hours, had enough to eat, lived in a house with a bathroom and a refrigerator, and possessed a motor-car or even an aeroplane, the most obvious and perhaps the most important form of inequality would already have disappeared. If it once became general, wealth would confer no distinction. It was possible, no doubt, to imagine a society in which wealth, in the sense of personal possessions and luxuries, should be evenly distributed, while power remained in the hands of a small privileged caste. But in practice such a society could not long remain stable. For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all alike, the great mass of human beings who are normally stupefied by poverty would become literate and would learn to think for themselves; and when once they had done this, they would sooner or later realize that the privileged minority had no function, and they would sweep it away. In the long run, a hierarchical society was only possible on a basis of poverty and ignorance.
To return to the agricultural past, as some thinkers about the beginning of the twentieth century dreamed of doing, was not a practicable solution. It conflicted with the tendency towards mechanization which had become quasi-instinctive throughout almost the whole world, and moreover, any country which remained industrially backward was helpless in a military sense and was bound to be dominated, directly or indirectly, by its more advanced rivals. Nor was it a satisfactory solution to keep the masses in poverty by restricting the output of goods. This happened to a great extent during the final phase of capitalism, roughly between 1920 and 1940. The economy of many countries was allowed to stagnate, land went out of cultivation, capital equipment was not added to, great blocks of the population were prevented from working and kept half alive by State charity. But this, too, entailed military weakness, and since the privations it inflicted were obviously unnecessary, it made opposition inevitable. The problem was how to keep the wheels of industry turning without increasing the real wealth of the world. Goods must be produced, but they must not be distributed. And in practice the only way of achieving this was by continuous warfare. The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labour. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent. Even when weapons of war are not actually destroyed, their manufacture is still a convenient way of expending labour power without producing anything that can be consumed. A Floating Fortress, for example, has locked up in it the labour that would build several hundred cargo-ships. Ultimately it is scrapped as obsolete, never having brought any material benefit to anybody, and with further enormous labours another Floating Fortress is built.
In principle the war effort is always so planned as to eat up any surplus that might exist after meeting the bare needs of the population. In practice the needs of the population are always underestimated, with the result that there is a chronic shortage of half the necessities of life; but this is looked on as an advantage. It is deliberate policy to keep even the favoured groups somewhere near the brink of hardship, because a general state of scarcity increases the importance of small privileges and thus magnifies the distinction between one group and another. By the standards of the early twentieth century, even a member of the Inner Party lives an austere, laborious kind of life. Nevertheless, the few luxuries that he does enjoy his large, well-appointed flat, the better texture of his clothes, the better quality of his food and drink and tobacco, his two or three servants, his private motor-car or helicopter—set him in a different world from a member of the Outer Party, and the members of the Outer Party have a similar advantage in comparison with the submerged masses whom we call ’the proles’. The social atmosphere is that of a besieged city, where the possession of a lump of horseflesh makes the difference between wealth and poverty. And at the same time the consciousness of being at war, and therefore in danger, makes the handing-over of all power to a small caste seem the natural, unavoidable condition of survival.
See? Y’see how it goes?
And if you felt a tingle in your truth-sense-o-meter as you read that, then watch this…to understand how un-natural war is.
And why people still send their sons (and now, increasingly, daughters too) away to die…this is veddy distrubing stuff, veddily so, we’ve been had, bad….
But if you watch all or enuff of it, perhaps the vibrational consumption case becomes really really really strong….
Choices, the rudders of the ships of our lives ;-)
Big hugs all around…
When I reached the US of A in 1995, I truly thought I had reached the promised land.
And in many ways I had. Whatever other forces are/were at play, there is no doubt that the USA is and has been the pivot of the visible, material world for the last 102 years.
I had one driving desire, ambition, wish….to study in a good US university. I hated the stultifying atmosphere in all things academic in India and had essentially “understood” nothing, though I had two degrees in engineering to my name.
And like things fated, and that story is too long to tell today, everything welcomed me, open-armed. Against all odds and evens, in a winter semester, I got a scholarship admission to Rensselear Polytech, an excellent private school tucked away in Upstate New York.
Finished my degree in record time, near the top of my class, landed the best job, met the only true male role model in my life….was drawn to the west coast by the ir-resistable call of a siren and the dot com boom…..
Fast forward to 2006, with many an adventure in between, with a long streak as a jobless illegal, skating the lower band of society, meeting magical people….one morning I woke up and everything told me … Vivek, go back to India…Suddenly it felt like I was dying on the vine there….literally….I had never been ill…all those years there, not once, suddenly I felt like I was dying. This land and it’s people, who had given me so much strength, freedom, love, 2 wives (yes, that is a whole other story)…..so much learning and nurturing, suddenly felt like it was strangling me….
I am speaking literally.
I said that to my then wife one morning, that afternoon, out of the blue, unasked or solicited, I had an offer to come back to India as the CEO of a software company.
Just like that.
The magic of a guided life has continued….many stories of magical synchronicities…hard times too, but always full of learning, teaching, richness….
I understand now why I returned…..and why I still love the USA I knew, the people, northern California, the redwoods, the sweetness and innate naivete of my american friends….
But I needed to be home to find myself…
There is a monumental journey up-coming for me in 2016…..monumental and of course I’ll keep anyone reading/interested posted….
But this is what called me to write this wistfull memory piece today…
My dear friends, Maji and Harsh of Paperweight entertainment, who have made my trailers and recent music videos made this beautiful, short documentary of one of India’s timeless cities, Banaras. The oldest continuously in-habited city in the world some say.
India, it seems, if the joy captured here is any indication, will endure…
This is the ras (juice, essence, the ras of Bana-ras) that brought me back…there is a certain authenticity, a wild blend of old and new, a lasting rootedness….and If my guided life continues as it does, perhaps I have a role to play in keeping it thus :-)
Do share and like and comment on the video, the film-makers are of this fascinating new generation in India, straddling what has probably been the biggest change in all aspects of life and society, in the shortest time, that India has ever witnessed…
It’s definitely not all roses, but it IS magnificent…
IF one is to take on a system, any system…especially a system that is as old as “thinking” and “being”man itself, then one does not use sledgehammers.
This is a very difficult perspective for the masculine view-point. Especially the masculine view-point as we have taught to understand it. Wars, those most useless and self-defeating of human end-evers are an extreme example of that view.
So the soft feminine approach then? Well, the MIGHTY Colorado river did carve the grand canyon.
And the wind, the wind…the softest before ether….look at what it has wrought….
Funny, all my sledge-hammering instincts are wanting to fly through my fingers as I am typing this….tear it down, tear it down…all this wind and water stuff, too slow, too slow…
But that is how it is. :-)
All great things, good or bad, take time and softness to build and to tear down.
And we, so deluded have we been of our own greatness, cannot even imagine that far greater things, of immensely greater grandeur and power and force are with-in us.
And those are what we have to shape, with our own wind and water. Which flow and flow, incessantly…
Breathe in…breathe out…breathe in….breathe out…change…
Weathering away at our own, inner magnificence.
Where and how then to direct these magnificent Ganges and Colorados’ and Niles’ that flow with-in us?
And the Coriolis winds that spiral through our nostrils and our lungs, mixing with the river of blood to reach every living cell….every micro-second…change change….
This is not the playground of sledgehammers ….
This is the playground of subtlety…
The good thing is, like a Zen monk’s moment of Satori, first it happens slowly and then it happens all at once…
Greetings my fellow worlders….
What a time eh? I mean really, what a time.
The mess that is the middle east finally festers into the “situation” in Paris, and I use those inverted commas with due fore-thought.
To beLIEve the script is to buy the story-line and this is an old, old story line. So old in fact, that if you really dared to catch the visible string and started pulling, your MIND would unravel. The depth of deceit, the time-line, the events that you THOUGHT or rather were made to beLIEve shaped your history and therefore your present and thus your and mine, OUR collective future, more so in the last 4-500 years are ALL a fabric of lies.
ALL A FABRIC OF LIES.
While I’ve touched on the esoteric aspects of our hugely mis-directed lives in this blog so far, my own re-search and reading and watching has taken me into rabbit holes and warrens out of which I have come out clean, much cleaner than when I went in.
To acknowledge I DON”T KNOW JACK-SHITE as step 1.
Trust me, or don’t ….. but YOU DON”T KNOW JACK-SHITE either….
It’s a tangled web and we’ll dive into it more as I feel called to share, but for now, to get a harshly TRUTH-filled take on the why of Paris, take a listen to this man….courage….
At some point, we will have to name names, yes?
That time too will come….
I hope you are not out-raged, but IN_raged. In-raged that you have been lied to, ALL YOUR LIFE…
Burn up your beLIEf system first, to make place for something fresh…
The inner battle needs to be fought first….