Interesting times, sweet validations…
There was a strange, pale moon over my house last night. After the stunning silver of the 19th, it seemed as if the death and destruction wreaked since the LUNA-cy struck Libya with the force of hundreds of missiles and bombs, the moon was in hiding, as much as it could be. Of course it tugs at our waters, but the madness that ensued, 7 years to the date that the real iraq offense (Operation Iraqi freedom) again underscored the blood-lust that comes with oil-induced madness(Lunacy).
Operation Iraqi Freedom was re-branded Operation New Dawn in September (names matter, a lot, remember it always began with the word). And as that dawn heralded the miserable, white phosphorous hot, Depleted uranium poisoning failure to Shekinah (ShocknAwe) Iraq into Demoncrazy, 6 months and a few days in the future, a new blanket of DU was brought to bear to bomb the Libyans into Demoncrazy also.
Aptly, this misadventure is branded Operation Odyssey Dawn. Don’t miss, for a moment the deliciously wicked irony of the naming, Odyssey being of course the source of the famous Trojan War. What lies hidden in this Straw horse is being revealed every day, as the gloves are off, the DU tipped battering ram pounding away in the sands of Libya.
More blood spilt on the 33rd parallel. Benghazi is just south of this famous Parallel of Death. And it looks like a long war, a spark for something bigger, badder. What will finally appease the appetite that requires human misery to such degree? Sadly, it is a fractal reflection of our own conditioned dependence on Oil, cheap energy, near free energy. We must have it and they must give it to us.
it is as simple as the relationship between the Pusher and the addict. Remember, our ENTIRE existance, in a physical sense, is based on oil. Home, car, TV, this laptop I’m typing on, hospitals, medicines(hah!), transport, agriculture (double hah!!)…..on and on. Everything dependent on the black gold, that, so fittingly in these times, is the new addiction of Midas. Black and liquid to boot. We are now at the peak of our destructive relationship with it and our life-styles will go down-hill from here.
No brakes, no gears, heck, no driver even, Helter skelter and willy-nilly, taking no hostages and a host of trapped passengers, faster and faster. you just need to look out and pay a little attention.
Meanwhile in japan, dis-information, complete lack of caring for the human toll, just keep the market juiced. up up, trillions of yen (35 trillion and counting) into the markets and the banks and other sundry institutions. Keeping them whole while the good Japanese people wait in their socially conditioned, well-behaved lines, seeming models for civility. So much energy being expended on this new war, can you imagine it turned to Japan for the good? only in Utopia.
Meanwhile, in my own life, I spent a day and a half with fire in my belly, the kind that keeps you curled up in full fetal position, tummy tummy, burning bright. it was my lesson for more empathy, feeling the pain of the world. Pain always carries deep lessons. To not douse it with medication but to listen to it’s message always pays.
And yesterday, I remembered something I’d written in my diary a long many years ago:
“Cultivate the stillness of the trees if you want to be trusted by all creatures. Why does a tree threaten no one except when it is dying, falling?
The stillness of the tree and the sheer exuberance of the humming-bird’s wings co-exist with-in us, ready to be called forth through meditation and practice…. ”
I’ve always felt that the day a butterfly came and sat on me would be a day i knew my inner vibe was calm. And today, standing outside my front door, a beautiful one did.
Came and settled on my right upper-arm. slowly flexing it’s wings like they do. And then finally, just folded them up and sat, still. Very beautiful experience. While my monkey mind is still un-settled, I felt perhaps that my inner space has found a degree of quiet, peace.
Also, continuing to address ‘What can I do”, something I get asked about in real life a lot, another older post, lost in the mists of time, perhaps more pertinent now:
June 20th, 2010
When you get snake eyes in the roll of the dice, it’s time to look inwards.
I just had a “whoa” moment an hour or so ago, so am pulling together the threads (whoa moments tend to disrupt the fabric of life). If what I sense is true, we are truly at a seminal, tipping point in our existence as a species.
Apologies for the cryptic-ism. Will write about it later today.
In other thoughts, I wanted to share an experiment I did on myself some years ago. Worth a smile and a tidy little insight to boot.
When I was in college in the US, I met a young guy, Indian, yoga master, long, jet black hair and always surrounded by a bevy of amazing women. It was fascinating to watch. Women seemed to need to be close to him.
Of course I wanted in. So, one day, over dinner at our house, I asked him about life in general and this woman-magnet thing he had going in particular. I was even ready to take notes. What he told me was funny at first hear, awesome to try and the results were amazing.
Anyways, said young man tells me he never uses soap or shampoo, except in “have-to-be-cleaned” places. Not in 15 years. 15 years, this guy had not used soap or shampoo, except in “HTBC” places! And he was shining with life. Smelled great. And women could not get enough of him.
Time tide etc… you know, 4 years later, I’m in the thick of the dot com boom in the silicon valley, fakery, pumped by free money and, bored, one day, I remembered the soapless life. And decided to try it. Only water baths, with soap only in “HTBC” places and no shampoo.
Week one, I felt fine. Not sure about everyone around me, but in those days you did not care. If you were doing well, all eccentricities were forgiven.
Week 2, hmmmmm, feeling a little grimy. Did some sweat inducing things, washed off, felt great.
So, in the soap less life, you have to sweat to stay clean. Excellent.
Week three and four and things start to get interesting. I feel women trying to stand closer to me. Verrrrry interesting.
Month three and the world is going nuts. Everywhere I go, within 10 minutes, a lady would come to speak with me, get a little cross eyed and ask me if I was wearing sandalwood. Or was it Musk? Ha ha! Musk. Or some other fascinating, exotic essential oil. Like clockwork.
Interesting, ne? I stopped using all “products” and within 3 months, my body magnetism changed. My smell changed (naturally).
I’ve been on the soap-less regimen ever since. Very liberating.
It’s like “enriched” flour. First we leach it of it’s goodness, then we pump back chemical “oh my goodness” and call it the richer for our curious intervention.
Same with our-selves. Left to itself, the system is marvelously re-generative.
Another experiment I tried, that ended badly was getting off toothpaste. After 1 year and the painful loss of a molar, I discovered that our sugary lifestyle necessitated the use of a daily chemical clean up.
I’ve since discovered soomethng that does not involve toothpaste and works. For another day.
Do try this at home. Change something. An old habit. Any old habit. The rut of same-ness will produce no new truths for you. Go shave your head, grow a mustache, cover up, be bold, say something truthful, learn to be gently blunt, shake your self, shake the system, a little, take a chance, drop-in, sit, down, be your real self, be boring, be bored, come to an edge of something. Any edge is a good start point for taking something either way or along the blend or any combination there-of. Come to an edge without fear. Don’t be fear-less, be un-fearing.
Try something different. Eat bitter. Be a baby sitter. Walk a critter. Don’t litter. Be twisted. Don’t be listed. Be un-available. Be a toad. Be a node. In the Notwork. Take the other road. Less traveled. Unshackled.
Be light, on your feet.
We are all, all of us.
In for a treat.
Take your bull,
By it’s horns,
An anniversary is upon us.
Snake Eyes….. not quite 66, hmmmmm?