“Artists are people who are not at all interested in the facts—only in the truth. You get the facts from outside. The truth you get from inside.” --Ursula K. LeGuin

Monday, November 27, 2023

Is Our Society Cuckoo?

 Why am I here? Why am I writing this? Remember what Ray Bradbury said, "You don't have to burn books, you just can stop just reading them." The same with this.




I'm tired of the junk we're hearing. I'm tired of people bowing to the ones with riches, thinking they have the answers. Like, yeah, they know how to make money. Do they know how to live, love, laugh, and be happy? Those are the ones we need to follow. And why are we followers anyway? When did we lose our internal guidance system?


Do we want a savior? Well, the savior I choose isn't a despot, narcissist, liar or cheat. 


My mind is boggled. I'm frustrated, disenchanted, disappointed, and when I tell my daughter of this, she says that others feel the same way. 



The above picture struck me. It's of our yard, a Japanese maple, a fig tree, a St John's wort. (The one with red berries.) Yet where did our eyes go? To that one little dead leaf up high in the fig tree. That's the way of people. We can't help it, we are built to find the broken, the moving, the different. It has had survival value.  



The earth is some 6 billion years old. Billions folks. I can't fathom a billion years. Our lifespan is 100 years if we're lucky. And then we came as humanoids upon this planet maybe 200,000 to 300,000 years ago. When I was a kid, folks through humans came about 5,000 years ago. And we fought to defend the lineage of humans as specified in the Bible. See how far we've come? Now, we are studying consciousness, our soul, our spark of life. That's what we should have been studying all along, but we didn't have the tools. 


After all my grumbling, complaining, and ineptitude, I couldn't stand the News. I was tired of reading novels where I had to trudge through pain, anguish, and grief to get to the happy ending. I was tired of movies that made me sad and publishers that wanted tension between lovers and angst because we have no story without it. I remembered a time when we were proud to be Americans, and when GI Joe was a good guy.


Last night, Divine guidance pushed my Kindle to Louise Hay's book You Can Heal Your Life.


She speaks of Affirmations. Well, Affirmations and I have a long history. I remember getting assignments to write an affirmation 100 times before bed. That really made me love them. No, that was penance. 


Think of an affirmation this way: Every thought is an affirmation. (Come on, I know we have unwanted thoughts; don't beat yourself up. Be kind to yourself. We have a screwy brain. Notice the dead leaf, for heaven's sake, and climb up there and pluck it out, or wait, it will fall. It's doing its cycle like everything else—making the way for the new.)


And remember, every moment is new.


"If we choose to believe we are helpless victims and that it's all hopeless, then the Universe will support us in that belief."


“Every cell in our body responds to every single thought we think and every word we speak. Continuous modes of thinking and speaking produce body behaviors, postures, and eases or dis-eases. (Mental causes run 90 to 95 % true.)” 


"Being relaxed and centered and peaceful is really being strong and secure. 


Many of us think money is the most essential thing in our lives. It is not.




Our breath represents our ability to take in and breathe out life. "If the power that created us has given us enough breath to last as long as we live, shall we not trust that everything we need will also be supplied?


"If you wonder if your mission on earth is over, and we're alive it isn't."

–Richard Bach (Illusions)