Day 138 What happened to the potential in our children?

English: Humpty Dumpty visits Wimpole Wimpole Hall walled garden. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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English: Cover of a 1904 adaptation of Humpty Dumpty by William Wallace Denslow. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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I had to drive a distance today. In the car, in a lot of traffic. So many thoughts coming up, daydreaming. Stop.  Knowing the thoughts will just loop around and go nowhere, not solve anything, much like anger, an act of tantrum and not an act of direction. Simple common sense. The daydreaming, suddenly there, so habitual. So consuming, so pointless. like anger, as I said.

To get on top of my thoughts, emotions and feelings as myself in separation, myself with no direction, just storming away. That is what they are. No substance at all. This takes time. How mush more is there. A lot, because I am not absolutely directive. I had the heavy feeling of not wanting to write tonight. But the writing gets this out, pulls it out, to the point where there is no choice but to write, to get more of this separation back into self, so that self can begin to have some substance and not be so divided and conquered by the mind, by the storms,  of no substance.

How much further can one go, to the point where this can be brought up in the children?

Imagine children, no longer loosing potential, as what I have heard so many parents say. I have heard my father and another man, say that their child showed so much potential as children and then go on to describe how their children were. And then the solemn look on their faces, like the longing for the feeling of the potential of the child is all there is, instead of the question as to what happened. This must not be part of the program, to ask such questions. Here one must face a fear, it is more comforting to wallow in the memory of the child’s potential, and to wallow in the pity of lost opportunity. This makes one feel as though one has meaning? The drug of emotion, the memory of hope. What is this, does this do anything? It is pointless. And obviously, it can have no substance, as it is a wallow and not directive, it is a wishing, about as productive as throwing a coin in a well and uttering some words. Has superstition, placing/projecting a want, need and/or desire onto something worked with absolute accuracy? No, definitely not, or this world would be a different place. Obviously.

There is nothing wrong with the want within this scenario of children, but asking an invisible force to comply is ridiculous, because the magic is in doing this as self, being this as self, living this potential, thus how can someone else do this for the child? They can’t, it has to be realized, physically realized, self directed, lived.

And this is not happening. Instead the child grows up and becomes the same as the father, sighing and imagining a moment of seeing potential. And so it goes, the sins of the fathers. Generation after generation. Is there a message in the use of the word “generation” within signifying the past?

I mean, by the time parents have aged, they have become such good factory workers, for this system, that they choose to file into a church, a place of worship, and stand or sit in rows and listen to one voice tell them what they are, what to do, how to be etc. Just as they began, in school, so many years ago. 

Is there any self direction developed in this scenario? Is there any substance to this scenario? Is this bringing forth the potential of that child, seen and forgotten, wallowed away into seeking direction instead of being direction? Is not the answer right here? This absence of directive, self directive development?

Wouldn’t it make sense that within a profit based system, this very self development would not be a good idea, as self developed and thus self able, and thus self directed in common sense people/children would emerge and no longer file in line to school, file in line to the grave, from the school door to the church door. There is a lot more on this earth than these man made doors.

Wake up. Become something of substance. bring up that spark of potential in the child seen, make not of it a dream, but an actual physical, healthy reality, as what it is in fact.

This is what is life, this is the value, that unique spark in that child, ready for direction. This system of inequality will not develop this, as this is not profitable for a few, because this is allowing all to be life, to live the value, the substance of life as what we are in fact. Thus this system must change, to support this as the value. What is here is given freely to allow this to be, as this is what here is! This system of inequality denies this, and it has gone on for so long that we can no longer see this. This is the separation that exists as the human. Only Humpty Dumpty can put this back together again. We have been told in so many ways.

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