Showing posts with label tree. Show all posts
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Friday, August 16, 2013

Day 411 Children love structure


We are not taught to see what is here, as the very life that we are. We are taught to stew in emotions and feelings, energetic insecure imaginations that are in separation from life. A crime that creates porn, starvation, abuse, destruction because it ignores the life that is here, the gift to become equal to creation, to life.
This we all accept and allow because we have lost ourselves of life, this which is structurally right in front of us as the physical world. Instead we built a ladder to the sky, a ladder that leads nowhere, only falling back down to what was real all the time, the physical world. Life. One could call this banging our heads against the wall, because it really is not different.

The state of this system we perpetuate in our ignorance shows us the outcome, just read the news, it is everywhere. Greed, corruption, destruction, abuse. In all common sense, how can climbing a ladder be life? It is such a silly structure, compared to, say, a tree. I mean think about it, a tree at least creates/produces oxygen. A ladder, is not good or bad, but when used incorrectly and made an idol, as a system, is not supportive, it will fall over because it cannot stand on its own. Funny, a ladder looks something like a DNA spiral, perhaps I should have described a spiraling ladder. A tree can bear so much more, and can allow one to rest and enjoy the view. A tree reaches into the earth, and out into the sky, produces and holds steady.  Trees also spiral, tree cutters can read the tree and sense which way they will fall when they no longer are able to live, especially on an earth that is slowly being polluted by a system that competes for profit before life, disregarding the very substance as the earth on which this game is played. A game against life. Which must come to an end because it fears looking at what is real, fears the very thing it seeks which is life.
I had a long talk with a Montessori teacher who had just retired after 33 years of teaching. She had been trained as a dancer at Julliard in her youth, the words she kept repeating again and again were that children love structure. She realized that the present day youth have a very limited structure, in every hand there is a small black box where the words no longer carry the vowels, every word is rendered with the consonants, harsh, no softness that the vowels bring. A reflection of this world? The structure of our words lacking the breath of the vowels? And the words used limited. I remember in teaching in a school, the teachers were of the mind that  teaching vocabulary was very difficult. These words a structure to enable us to speak and be literate, able to have structure in our ability to speak and understand. but in a ladder society, how better to eliminate the competition than to limit structure and thus structural awareness? Might we discover the abusive form as the present system were we able to read the structures i our world, coming from understanding structure instead of imagination? Can’t have slaves reading now can we. Literate; lite i rate, can’t have the slaves being able to rate the light, they might just climb up that ladder or climb that tree and realize themselves as life. There is no greater crime than suppression of life. We can no longer allow the ignorance allowed in placing profit before life. It is unacceptable. That we do not learn to feel the physical world, and that we build an imagination through suppression of physical awareness within and without for ideas in and as mind, as consciousness, being made greater than life, to the point where we have a separate heaven, and men on earth leaders of countries shouting about kissing the hand ( singular) that feeds us, if we cannot see the delusion and sickness of this it is time to stop everything that we are doing and look at this, because it really makes no sense and thus needs to be called out and looked at, without mercy. And realize it is only imagination that is being called out, thus nothing is dying, only an illusion.
I speak with people and when I begin to talk about physical reality, they begin to repeat themselves, like a deja vue, like they do not know where to go. They get very agitated, so much in separation from reality are they, and even as I say this I realize that i am in separation, just because I may have realized my own separation and, by degree, have begun to see the limited patterns as consciousness - a mind made greater than physical reality, does not mean I am out of the darkness we call light, as the imaginings of the mind lit up by energy. I am no different than anyone who has been taught to believe the mind is more than physical reality and it does not matter at this point why this is here, what must be done first is to bring ourselves back to what is real, earth, the physical. Heaven is an illusion of the mind, it is not real. Those with the most money, are laughing every day all the way to the bank. So much labor building citadels to an imaginary existence, that when it existed was of lesser substance. It was not real and could not sustain itself, it needed the earth. The earth did not need it.
Thus it is time to teach our children to become their full potential as life. It is time to teach our children to speak, to have structure, to have clear meanings to words that match the physical world, that do not have layers of emotional values to words, that do not have unclear meanings to words or lack in their vocabulary, it is time to have our children become living words.
This is the responsibility of the parent because this begins at home. our educational system, the same one in America now being bought by a federal government directed by the singular objects as banks and corporation that claim on a piece of paper ownership and make this real, cannot be trusted to educate our children. Not that all that does on is bad, it just is done in a manner that suppresses competition. And, here, the fault is not with these forms that are not understood, it is that we as humanity have abdicated ourselves as life, and must learn to understand what we have systemically accepted and allowed, and stand and change this system to realize the value is life, and thus that life comes before profit.


Support a Living Income Guarantee so that we can clean up the profit before life system and get this earth into a structural order that is equal to life.

Walk the Desteni I Process Lite to begin to understand the delusion of your emotions and feelings and thoughts made bigger than life, to bring yourself back to physical reality so that you can begin to equalize yourself to life.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012


Day 80 My legs and “hurt.”
My life has been filled with sudden change and there is a point where this happened the first time. I was a small child. I had to be between 4 and 5 years old. 
What I remember is walking towards my father, who was talking with my younger sister. We were outside on this patio. Next to my father and sister was a tricycle. I walked up and suddenly I was pushed or I feel, but i remember being pushed, hard, back. My father was irritated that he was disturbed. I fell onto the tricycle. On my right toe is a big moon that looks like the tip of the front fender of a tricycle. It cut into my toe. I stormed off in humiliation, in anger, in righteousness going to seek my mother. I can’t remember finding my mother.
I was hurt.
This feeling of hurt, I have carried with me all my life. As though I expect a sudden change and hurt from what is here in life. A sudden change will always come, relationships never remain, the change comes. I wait for it. Relationships are never constant. Thus romance is somehow a scam, I am always apprehensive.
Yes, I was going to my father for attention, to show him something.
My father was moving his attentions onto my sister, that which had been allowed to me was switching to another, and I had no idea how the mind really worked. I was a child.
After this, I don’t think I was ever close to my father again, I did not trust him, the change was too extreme. All through my childhood if I had to sit next to him the friction was extreme. I could not stand being next to him, That pretty much sums it up. I always had to know where he was in the house. It was like he was the demon, as though I was living with a father that at any moment would come and pour his terror all over me.
Later in my early teens, he wanted me to perform for his “crowd” and I refused. I would not be there to make him look good, I was not there to adorn him. Besides it was never good enough and the judgements would come. It was like walking into a trap of criticism.
It was like I had two characters within. One was afraid of not being good enough and the other was angry, an anger of rage. I did not understand this anger of rage.
Interesting, here a memory of a tree in the yard comes up. I was running and suddenly I stopped in front of this birch tree. I just have an image of staring at this tree, like everything stopped and it was just the tree and I. I have this with trees all my life, just stopping and looking at a tree. There is silence in stopping and looking at a tree. 
What is a tree. I tree does not move, it stays in one place, and yet a tree does move, on the inside a tree is flowing, moving with what is here, flowing. Even in the way trees each have a signature, a “twist” within the way they “grow up/reach up” which can be seen in the way the bark appears to flow in different rhythms within a spiral movement.
Interesting this juxtaposition of sudden change and the stability yet movement of a tree, here as what i am in this moment.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to exist as expecting sudden change.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to place a negative  value in and as a polarity around an event/ movement of sudden change.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have walked much of my life expecting sudden change.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that I lived in fear of the irrational emotional storm of my father appearing at any moment.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have lived my life expecting sudden change accompanied with hurt.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to  expect hurt.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to take the actions of men as hurt.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that “hurt” is my own expectations, wants needs and desires not accepting and allowing what is here as life, where I am existing as the mind within idea, want and need, character expectation that is separate from what is actually physically here as this earth.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that my own emotion as “hurt” is my self, as in my and self, in separation of myself as life, equal and one to what is physically here as this is life, where the supposed “hurt” is the expectation  of experience as the focus of myself and thus, the separation of myself from here, where I am not seeing, realizing and understanding this physical world.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that a sudden change can really exist within this physical world, in that what remains is life, and thus no change, as hurt, can really exist, what “hurt” is perceived is of the mind in judgement based on energetic values separate from the physical.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not realize that through all the perceived “hurts”  life remains here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have walked my life as the character of expecting hurt, where I enter relationships that end in sudden change, which is what I am experiencing in the “now” of myself in and as “hurt” within my human physical body legs.
I forgive myself for  allowing and accepting myself to take this personally and turn this into some scream of self pity in separation of life here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that my perception in and as “hurt” is taking what is the action as idea, belief, opinion, desire, want and need, thought, emotion and feelings, all as energetic projections, what I have existed and walked as, the separation of myself from into and as an experience - as a storm in a teacup tantrum- what I have allowed myself to walk as, that is myself separate from here, not seeing, realizing and understanding the existence of separation from this physical world as the mind consciousness system of an alternate reality imposed on what is real, this physical world, the stepping away from myself as a tree of life as what is constant and flowing with and as life.


I commit myself to realizing when and as I become this self pity feeling of hurt as the character of myself as what I have accepted and allowed in judgement instead of, like a tree, flowing with what is here as life, using my common sense to see, realize and understand the separations of myself into and as a tantrum of belief, opinion and idea based on values of right and wrong, that which i allow to become fixed instead of realizing life here.

I commit myself to seeing, realizing and understanding that “hurt” exists within separation from what is physically here, where in some parts of this world, what is physically here to sustain life is taken from what is physically here, and used to support only a few, who exist in an energetic fear of loss should they lose their singular ideas of what they are.

I commit myself to no longer allowing and accepting myself to blame and spite myself through believing I have been hurt, not seeing, realizing and understanding that “hurt” is my self not looking at what is real, this physical world, which means that all “hurt” is self imposed in ignorance, as the physical is what is constant and unconditionally giving.