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"Emma, communication amongst our species goes mostly under the radar. It is subconscious communication concurrent with the conscious communication. It's not just body language either. Most of the meaning of a conversation is in the 'junk talk,' it's in the throw away phrases and extra words. This is how we let people really know what's going on at individual, group and species levels. And it is absolutely honest. It's in songs, stories, art... just like in dreams, all those metaphors carry a meaning we innately understand. I listen, Em, I do. And I hear pain, struggle and a search for love, the divine spirit and peace. We are brilliant, just like the bird who builds a nest, or flies in formation, we are coordinating and cooperating as best we can."
Is it just me, Adeline, or do they chase something that has no reality (money), grow a crop they can't eat (grass), drive polluting machines to be “spoilt” and then panic that their bodies are in poor shape and the planet is polluted? C'mon, we've got to do better than that.
"I'm asking you to wipe out years of conditioning, all that brain washing. What's real is that we bank on one another, our kindness is our currency. With money the elites could buy up every bean and grain of rice, every lick of food on earth and blow it up. That's the good news and the bad all in one. We can rely on each other, we already do, but the money is the thing we must burn. It's time to start anew, relearn trust and cooperation in a brave new world."
Forgiveness is a letting go of all negative emotions and memories, it is moving on with whatever positives remain. If nothing remains, then the relationship was all negative - abusive, even if invisibly so. For many years I had punished myself, feeling that if I forgave more fully then love would blossom; yet in truth it had never been there at all. The guilt of failure, the weight of accusing tongues, took me into a living nightmare - and my mind conjured them as grotesque bodies under ice. Yet when I learned what forgiveness is, there was nothing but water under my ice, everything was crystal clear. I had loved them, yet they had never loved me. Forgiveness brings the liberty to love again, to heal the heart, soul and mind. It is the chance to begin anew with only positivity and break the shackles of conformity. I understand why they acted as they did; I release all negative emotions associated with them; I am renewed.
The sandcastle deepens in colour toward the rock it rests upon. Salt water trickles over the granite, painting dark rivers which quickly dry. I imagine that the sand is sweet caramel, that the grains are golden sugar, and that this is my birthday cake. It's the moment I savour each year, the intense expectation of joy. Cake is just cake, sand is just sand, either way the moment is steeped in love and I let my mind dwell there.
My home is an "Earthship," or at least that's what we call it. The name brings to mind an image of our planet like a spaceship, which feels just right. She is floating in space; she is our life support, our only experience of existence. And so they way we live is to honour Earth and nature - to savour this life in our ecosystem. My home is mostly subterranean, with a wall of glass on one side. We catch rain and sunlight just like the plants; we grow food; we live in peace. There are so many ways to build a home... and these sprawling boxes with acres of a grass crop grown for neither man nor beast are truly silly.
"Sam, all personality traits are gender neutral. Everyone is a glorious blend of subtle hues born into a male or female body, experiencing the hormones and desires that develop. Who we become is a journey of discovery, an internal experience. We get to tell the world who we are; not the other way around."
There was a time that my thoughts became tormentors, a torture only escapable by sleep... which had become fleeting. But then I realized that if I never "replied," if I let them float by like a call unanswered, then in time they would cease. At first they became a little worse, yet soon they ebbed. One day I noticed they were gone and just the noticing brought them back a little, but only a faint echo of what they had been. They've been gone a long time now, those terrifying thoughts. My mind is quiet, healthy, happy. Just like any bully, they go when ignored.
Any system that centralizes resources will create pockets of abundance and larger areas of deprivation. That system would promote abundance as deserved and deprivation as a justified consequence. That's where compassion dies, that's where fairness and empathy die... and sociopathic culture is born.
I know there's an emotional gun to your head, and still you think of me and others. I know how it feels in your heart, like an invisible arm reaches in there and squeezes it. I know that you bare this pain and still pray that those you love remain happy, oblivious to your suffering. The thing is, your happiness is mine and so I feel the same. I feel the invisible hand reaching around my heart too, it hurts. So here we are, neither of us crying or moving away. I guess this is what nobility is - a love lived for the other, not for reward, but for the eternal connection of kindred souls.
The leaves in the wind are like sails without boats, carefree and joyful. Their colours sing to the blue of the sky and the green grass below. I imagine myself as tiny as an ant, riding one. The leaf would feel like paper, yet shine as church glass. My fingers would curl about the edge. Gravity pulling, air pushing and me just along for the ride.