Natural Beauty
I had the good fortune to hike back out to Arch Rock near Point Reyes, and sit under a precarious ancient rock cliff to take this picture of a weird sea plant.
I may never fully understand my place in the larger mystery of life. Nonetheless, I've dedicated this small corner of cyberspace to each little mystery along the way. May we find truth, and may it resonate with others.
I had the good fortune to hike back out to Arch Rock near Point Reyes, and sit under a precarious ancient rock cliff to take this picture of a weird sea plant.
I want to escape
And forget
And live in the now
I want to pulse
And melt
And drip to the floor
I want to spread
And permeate
And be in your body
I want to smell you
Taste you
And steal your warmth.
And I want to fly
Into tomorrow
Where anything I want
Comes true
And live my perfect fantasy
Where you know me
And we speak with the same heart
And we forget
All the years we wasted
Apart.
Lover, why do we pretend
We are strangers?
I've known you always
And yet you hurt me.
You steal my wishes and throw them out the window as you drive
Away, away.
And I am powerless
To chase you
Over that high wall
I can't even peek in.
And i sit with my back at the wall
Crying and feeling sorry for myself
And then i wander back to
My lonely world where i can create anything
But you.
And more time passes
And i miss you.
And you don't know
Because you can't see over that wall
Besides, you're driving away.
And the farther you get
The less real i am.
Until i don't exist at all.
And i build my castles
And entertain everyone
With my real stories
That sound like dreams.
And you get close enough
And throw a nickel over the wall.
I pick it up
And rub it without looking
Then throw it over the cliff's edge
And listen to it bounce
Down, down.
Then i turn around
And charge toward the wall
And pound and pound
With my two fists
Until they are bloody
And scream until
I have no voice.
Then i wonder what would happen if i
just wandered away from the wall
And never came back
And the ivy would cover it
And muffle your screams
And i could roll down the hill
Into an open green meadow
Where the sun
Warms my skin
And the winds
Caress my body
And I dance and sprawl
And shout in ecstasy
That reality has not escaped me.
The idea of past lives doesn't fit my paradigms very well. My view of a random universe means that when you die, you scatter back into the infinite, atoms, quarks, and light energy. The likelihood of you reappearing ON EARTH, in another human body, soon after death, would be nearly impossible given a random reassembly of materials and expression of consciousness. You would more likely end up a piece of dark matter or something.
If indeed we do jump from human body to human body, than indeed the Hindus and the Christians and the Muslims are in agreement that the experience of conciousness IS Earth-centric. Taken a step further, our little life of 80 years would truly be nothing more than a learning phase of a larger conscious life.
Part of me wants to scream heathen foul-play. The other part of me is very intrigued. I may just have to pony up the money for a hypnosis session or five (or get back on my meditation plan) and prove it out myself.
Goodnight. God is Love. Rev Run.
All of us have worldviews /paradigms for how the world works. When we receive information, we pass it through our filter of what we know to be true.
Part of my paradigm filter is that humans, though conductors of the divine/universal, are never always divine/universal. Therefore, the Holy Bible, though certainly inspired by the divine, cannot be 100 percent divine, as it passed through many human filters.
So, debating points 2 & 3 (geocentric universe & Noah's microbes) with a Bible Thumper can't even happen because you won't get past point number 1 (Infallability of scripture).
It predictably turns into a frustrating game of bumping boxes.
I'd love to just let sleeping dogs lie in my family, but listening to arguments like these is like watching someone you love walk up a slippery slope and just bracing yourself for the imminent fall. Unfortunately, the other side feels the same way, only that the fall is a fall to the death in fiery hell, with the added pain of watching your daughter morph into the Devil's Advocate (a great movie, by the way).
And I told someone the other day I didn't need Daddy's approval...I still think that's true, but is it too much to ask not to be judged as an Antichrist? I actually get that a lot from people that knew me before I reconstructed my personal paradigms about the world. They almost always show disappointment and scold me for the change, which smacks me as repulsive judgmentalism and arrogance thinly disguised as care and concern.
Make no mistake, Fundamentalists "know" they are on the right path and that you are on the wrong one. What they don't know (and what their paradigms do not permit them to entertain) is that all paths lead to the same shiny happy universe in the end.
We all must be allowed to follow the path that we feel brings the most light into our own and others' lives. Unfortunately, I do not feel allowed at all--I feel temporarily permitted (by reason of insanity), with the permit revocable at any time.
We need to accept the Bible as the sole source of Truth.
We must believe the universe is earth-centric because that is where God chose to enact his plan of Salvation.
If scientists ever discover microbes on any other planet, it is because when Noah's flood occurred, dust from the earth escaped into space.

I think this is very amusing, and it makes me wonder how we would react to reading each other's minds. Mind reading is a scary idea for many people. Sometimes you think things and you are later glad that you didn't speak them aloud. You can learn a lot about a person sitting next to them on a bus while they are on a cell phone; just imagine what you might learn if you could read minds.
The digital age has also spawned more grief for opponents of mind-reading with the coming of age of "reality TV," blogging, and Myspace. I think there is a fundamental understanding among members of our species that human minds are imperfect, therefore careful filtering and censorship is prudent and necessary.
I worry about how young people are being more 'honest' with what they put on Myspace. I think our culture is reaching a tipping point where we are trying to decide how much privacy & prudence is necessary to maintain a stable society. I believe that is why people look down upon those that talk too much on their cell phones in public (or play weird ring tones), expose too much in magazines or on TV, or showcase half-baked opinions and young ideas on the internet.
I think deep down people are excited and nervous about exposing the human condition for what it is. We are flawed, we are constantly evolving in the sophistication (or stupefication) of our thoughts. Imagine if we all knew exactly what everyone was thinking all of the time...we are getting close!
I think it could possibly lead to either chaos or a complete understanding and acceptance of each other for our imperfections.
No time to ponder the end of the world right now...that will have to wait.