Contentment

 

"Where do you think God was in the Holcaust?"

 

One Love - One World - One Life

We writhe as we wonder who attaches the division implicit in our minds. We settle for division as it excuses us from being part of a collective as we are told we are individual, or that we are somehow different from others. An individual is a thing that exists of itself, as an entity, a being therefore separate from others. This simply is untrue, incorrect, misleading and allowing. It allows us to believe we, that is the person, the person who is a character with their personality is not part of a whole. Is not black, not from this or that tribe or that nationality. Again, this is simply untrue. We know without reservation, with unassailable and empirical proof that we consist of the same building blocks that all life is made of be we white, black or ginger.

Many of us shy away from religion. We shouldn't. Many of us dislike the manner in which some religions have hijacked faith the better to control the minds of the faithful. Those who trust in the views of those restricting religion in a way those few have decided to lead them. The word religion, it's Latin source, the root word from which the word religion comes from is "Re-Ligare" which means to 'bind,' 'to connect', to be holly. And holly is connected to holiness which comes from holistic which comes from whole, being whole, to be one. The implication is that to be religious is to be one, to be part of a collective.

The people starving in so many areas of our world live in poverty. They are not them they are us. When they starve we assuage our hunger by feeding ourselves which is much like eating the food off your table but not giving any to your brothers or sisters. We are one.

There are now 2464 animals facing extinction compared to the 854 in 1998. They are not them they are part of the whole, the one. As the human species multiply so we hairless apes move into areas leaving the other animals without habitat. We build houses, industry and then agriculture to support those humans that have invaded areas fit only for the animals we have driven out. If that is not enough the human-ape then poaches or illegally traffic our fellow animals for money. Which is like selling your neighbour or cousins or family into slavery. We are one.

Being the smartest animal on this planet isn't it alarming how self-centred we are? How we neglect our intelligence in favour of short term superiority. Being one does not seem to appear on the human radar. Then comes along a pandemic, a pandemic which we will control if not beat. Nature doesn't think like humans. It doesn't react like humans. It simply responds to the imbalance humans have created. Is it any wonder some humans think nature is fighting back? We are one. When will we act as one and start channelling our knowledge then changing the conceptual world we have made as we are ruining the reality?

We are one.

 

Words of Wisdom

 

Words of Wisdom

 

Greta Thunberg - Climate Change

The voice we hear is  a young voice. It comes from a young woman. The words we hear are those spoken before by many other voices with the same words. The perspective has changed with the passgage of time. The voice now is the voice of youth. A youth desperately disenfranchished with what it sees. The voice is no different for the words uttered sixty years ago had equally young voices to whisper them. Words largely ignored. Now those words, timeless pearls of wisdom, return to haunt us. Voices change as new bodies, new mouths arrive to speak the words of the eternal. There is eternity but we don't have eternity to change. We only have what we have always had ...  now. We need to change now. The clock doesn't wait patiently. It just keeps ticking. Each second, each minute, each hour of each day is passing. We only have now to change what will last well into the probability of better days, of a probable future. We only have now. Now to change. For the silent passage of the albatross.

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Back in the early 1970s, I enjoyed reading a series of war comics that were created by a World War II veteran. At the end of each story, he always put a panel saying "War No More." I don't think that anyone can come away from combat with scars either visible or invisible. 

Tom Moore

Like water. Remorseless. Indefatigable. A silent force that keeps on going in spite of the apparent forces hindering it. Not a wave nor tidal surf but constant like the ocean. The power of nature inherent in us all manifested with unwavering courage. Whenever faced with a foe we cannot know, believe we cannot defeat, there arrive the indomitable likes of Captain. Colonel. Sir Tom Moore. God bless him. 

Words of Wisdom

 

It's So Big Isn't it?

It's so big, isn't it? You really can't quantify it. We catch it first when young coming from our parents, maybe our family, maybe friends. Our communities may not confess it but it is so big they to are caught within its embrace. Love is a spectrum. It starts with respect before turning into admiration and, just as those feelings settle down within us so that in turn presents as affection then as a greater leap of the intangible flows out as love. 

Love of friends, of family, of music, of poetry, of film, books, walking in the woods and fields, listening to the radio, watching talk shows, sitting in the sun, meditating, playing with your children, then your grandchildren. Like an endless wave rising then falling so love in all its aspects blesses us. It isn't hope, for to have hope you need a future for hope to have a reason for being and a probability isn't enough and anyway, where is the future? You can't see it. You can't touch it, or taste it you can only surmise it,  to believe in it. It is nothing more than a maybe. There is no future when you are in the present. Love is now. It highlights the past with memory, illuminating recall of what was, what will always was but now gone. Death doesn't destroy love even if death takes those away from us who we love so dearly. That is loss, our loss, but not the loss of love for the love you held, and hold for those you loved still remains.  Death cannot steal love.

It's so big, isn't it? You don't need to belive in love any more than you do fear for both are felt as instinctive emotions. Not the romantic love although that is beautiful, not the Ero's but the unconditional love one has for a child. Not the self-serving love that says if I love you what will I get in return, what kind of love is that? A bargain made with the ego as the arbitrator. But the love that loves for the sake of loving. Forgiving of errors for who doesn't make mistakes? Forgiving fallibilities and foibles. A love so big it makes the universe shiver for without love where would kinship be? 

Karl Jung

 "Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."