Political Dinosaurs

Afraid of everything that disagrees with you.  Everything that doesn't play out the way you see it, is  going to end tragically for everyone, especially you.  You don't want to find a solution to the problems of the world we all share.  You just want your way.  Even when the facts don't way out for your argument, you will simply deny them, and attack the messenger.  You want everything to stay the same.  You want it to be the same as it was when you were young and happy and safe.  You want this even though a part of your thinking recognizes that the world has changed dramatically since you were a child.  You want only to hear from sources that support your view, and to get that you'll limit yourself to a very small handful of resources. You want your way so badly that you won't risk actually searching out information at its source.  You won't read anything but those things that align with your policy.  You are so convinced you are right, that you have villainized anything and anyone that goes against you.  You don't really want debate, so you have convinced yourself that the opposition is ignorant, brainwashed or misguided.  You believe that because you are in a minority, there will be no way to win a debate, for you see them all as shouting matches with little substance.  Rather than develop a new strategy and change the world for the better, for everyone, you would rather dig in your heals and shake your fist at anyone who disparages your stand.  You can't understand why the world seems to be getting dumber,  never considering for a moment how misinformed or misguided you really are...  the good news is, that when you fail, the people who you deemed your enemy have always held a place at the table for you.  You can not say the same of your camp or your policy.

Some use the words of their religious texts to help them understand God.  I understand this, since I spent many years searching the Holy Bible for clues to my purpose, my salvation, my worth on this earth.  I finally gave up, and embarked on a journey of information & discovery.  What else was out there for others, spiritually, that I might identify with?

My studies, and research brought me to a place where I could exhale, and except the world, the beliefs, the differences, the historic, the new...they all could exist in my new understanding of LIFE on this planet.  I could conceive that NONE of us know for certain.  That made better sense to me.

I dreamt one night, and awoke feeling elated.  In my dream I had been in the ocean, floating about.  I wasn't a fish, I didn't have a form at all.  I felt calm, and peaceful, and comfortable in my place in the ocean.  Then, things started changing.  The ocean became turbulent, I was tossed about haphazardly.  I tumbled through the surf, and I became scared.  A voice quieted me as I struggled, saying, "Be still, you are being launched into the world to experience everything that you can.  Do not waste your time, experience everything that presents itself to you.  You do this for a reason.  You live for a reason.  Go, discover, see, experience all that the earth has to offer.  Bring these things back to me."

In my mind a picture materialized.  It was of the pounding ocean.  As it battered the rocky cliffs, the waves fractured into billions of fragments, spraying violently up into the air.  The vision froze in that moment and I became aware of myself, as one of the droplets flying out from the what I knew was my creator.  For a freeze frame of time I glanced around me.  There were so many droplets just like me.  All of us sent forth to experience life as humans, physically exploring the earth.

I woke from this dream feeling excited.  I laid in my bed trying to immortalize the feelings I had experience in this dream.  The feeling of belonging completely...barely aware of having a self at all.  This was a feeling so profound that I immediately stopped fearing DYING.  In fact, I couldn't wait to go back to my source.  It's where I belonged!

But the rest of the dream spoke to me about experiencing everything I could.  It made clear to me that the longer I stayed, the more I would experience, learn, and bring back to my creator, all that it meant to be human.  I know this may not make sense to everyone, and I'm sorry.  But for me, it was perfectly clear.  We are born into human bodies to experience the most magical physical life that we can conjure.  We only have so much time to experience physical life, before we are called back to the ocean that is our source.

Some of us spring forth knowing exactly what we came to do.  Others burst upon the shore knowing nothing, succumbing to the practices that distract us from our journeys.  That too, is an experience that God wants to experience.

At the end of the day, I dreamt of what life is.  I know to my core that I was given a gift.  I was offered the chance to see the end game of my life.  Not the happenings that would define my life....no.  I was given the gift of understanding that the incidence that make up my life are small in comparison to the WHOLE of my existence on earth.  That my moment here is very important.  My life is purposeful, whether or not I understand it!

Thank you, Devine guides, or God, or whoever brought me to this revelation.  I am grateful.  I will not waste this information.  I will do my best to experience as much as I can, for my curious God.  This I can do.

You may be here at this very moment and place for no other reason than to be the catalyst for someone else's divinely inspired purpose.  You can see it as passive, for in that sense, it is. But you would do well to recognize those who changed the world, by their presence alone.  Pattie Boyd, Marie-Thérèse Walter, Mona Lisa, Maria, Camille Doncieux, and so many whose names will never ever meet the world by name,  captivated an artist so completely it catapulted their talent to move the masses.  Does anyone know the names of the women that Renoir painted so vividly?   Would we have so many of our beloved songs, sculptures, paintings, or love stories were it not for these nameless muses?  Never underestimate the importance of your existence at this moment.  You are exactly where you need to be...

Our gifts are magical by design.

Artistic expression of our "gifts" is imperative for our spiritual journey.  Both as a collective, and as a single spirit manifesting its own future.  Music, painting, or masterpiece, it would not matter what language you spoke or if the spirits or people around you at one time spoke the same, it is universal.  Art is our message to the world as well as ourself, unfolding, in real time, to guide us and reassure us.  What if, our "gifts" were a spiritual map of sorts, designed to only make sense to the "good" spirits around and within us.  Perhaps, it is even so that our gifts could be designed to call to our "not so good" spirits, arousing them, and empowering them too.  Would this not be the best way to communicate our purpose without giving details to the opposition?  If every beautiful song's message met with great understanding by evil, would it not be able to thwart the process?

No, the universe has given us an instruction manual!  Yet another gift to us, because, we are divine....even though we may be blinded by our physical nature.  Music, art, dance, poetry, it all gets through the skins of our bodies, and penetrates deep into our souls.  In this way it is magical.

We must use our gifts.  It is written emphatically in so many historical and religious texts for us, in every language.  We must use our gifts, they are from God.  Perhaps our gifts are of such divine origin that they serve as a living message from our universe to our spiritual community, insuring that we stay the course.  As for me, I will use my gifts, as often as I can, without worry of the consequences.  I have a message from the universe, that only I can give, and I will.

Goals of Grandeur

If you set out each morning to change the world, you're probably biting off more than you were meant to chew.  The world won't change for you.  But if you start out each morning with the aim to be happy however you can, the only opposition you will have will be yourself.  You can change all sorts of things with that!   I decided recently that the biggest change in me, that I could easily and eagerly enact, was  embracing happiness.  Every day I want to make someone happy.  Everyday, at least one person should smile, and I would like to help accomplish that for them.  Every day my goal upon waking is how can I stay happy today!  It's really that simple.  Besides, if I can't simply make myself or someone near me, happy every morning, how can I possibly help the world do anything at all?

Beauty and Reality

     Standing in line with my bag of avocados, waiting.  The fashion magazines line the pathway to the exit.  Their covers showing thin, beautiful, provocative women, with perfect hair and cleavage, glowing teeth and skin.   The covers boast of how to have sizzling sex, find the love of your life, get perfect buns and abs by summer, be happy right now, lose weight, and get long eyelashes in less than 5 minutes.

     As  I move closer to the checkout point, the magazines change to the tabloids.  Not so pretty, now.  We've entered the hall of shame, pain, pity and hurt.  Here the covers boast of the nastiest of the nasties.  How the great and beautiful have fallen into the pit of power and fame. The once tantalizing displayed for everyone to see, without makeup, the ugliest shots of the once perfectly famous, the most derelict members of the once haves, with nothing left but a crappy bi-line, and a bad mug shot.

     I get to the checkout.  My checker is plump, sweet faced and happy.  She has little white teeth with lots of gum, and she isn't afraid to show them.  She smiles at me, and it's sincere.  I can't help but smile back at her.  Her eyelashes are naturally dark, her eyes too; sparkly brown and beautiful.  She doesn't have on much makeup that I can tell, she doesn't really need it.  

     I look back at the bubble of unreality that sits at the front of her checkout lane, those photoshopped faces not really smiling, more like "toothing" at me.  Those flat unreal images and shallow ad lines, just claimed a minute of my day.  I look back to her, still smiling, a look of expectation on her face, waiting patiently for me to pay.  I think she's simply amazing.  It is painfully obvious to me at this moment,  how completely divorced the mainstream media and advertisers have become from what is real, beautiful, and important to me.  Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone could see it too, and instead of spending $5 on this trash, spend 5 minutes getting to know the sparkling person standing right  in front of you?

Only the Fearful Fear

Only you can know the truth about yourself.

Don't be taken in by those who would label you.  

Be who you are.  

Let the petty, simple and fearful minded wear themselves out 

trying to stereotype you and the world, 

by their limited understanding of either.  

Let them bear the burden 

of their own fear mongering and divisiveness.  

You have better things ahead of you, than to waste time on their mindless clamoring. 

MHB