how can you know anything if you do not know yourself? The most important person in your life is you, so you can do nothing to help anyone else if you're not okay. Get to know yourself a little, the surprises you'll find could just change your world.
money is a game. The prize is comfort, the penalty is poverty. The rules are simple, be ruthless, callous, and remember that scarcity ups your profit. Hoard and waste at will. Suppress anything that provides abundance cheaply, and encourage war and strife for even greater profits. Good luck! Oh and you don't really have a choice but to play.
you can have your truths turned on their head in an instant. Love can become hate, hate can become love. Faith can fail. And money can save, but with a twist, beliefs can heal and possessions can kill. In the end, what really counts, is how kind you were, and what kindness was shown to you. Whatever else has/will happen/ed, the only thing of true relevance is being kind. Our savage natures are tempered through our ability to love and more so by our ability to be kind. If you cant answer the question 'am i being kind?' with a yes, you either are not aware of what you're doing or you are willfully being unkind. Like draws like, and if your life is unkind to you, perhaps you should think of adjusting your mindset to be kinder.
for those who have an inkling of interest, is acceptance. of the good, the bad and the ugly, and where possible, the acceptance should come in the form of welcome. Loving joyful welcome. we must welcome the good, because it is a celebration of love. we must welcome the bad, because it teaches us the value of love. we must welcome the ugly, because it inspires us to delve for beauty through an altered perception when we welcome, we become intimate, and intimate knowledge brings understanding by accepting, we allow ourselves to learn the lesson and move on, grow and evolve when we accept, we cast aside doubt, and hope and prayer, we cast aside our perception of apparent separation from everything and everyone else there is but one pursuit, and that is the pursuit of happiness, but happiness, like all else, must be accepted. pursue your joy, and accept the obstacles. welcome strife, know it like a lover, and use it to accept your true joy. acceptance is crux, the key to balm
patriotism is nothing more than institutionalized, legalized, accepted tribalism, racism and segregation. Being a proud patriot means being a self-proclaimed segregationist. I'm south african. And i can tell you, segregation is not only stupid, it's dangerous. Be an earthling, coz your country can't function alone anyway.
i was sitting and chatting to a friend yesterday, and they started talking about what he thought the problem is with Africa. He went on at length about how most African’s couldn’t help themselves, even if they wanted to, due to a lack of education, and moreover, a lack of willingness to help themselves.
It wasn’t long before I was listening to the same arguments I myself had proclaimed not too long ago. Calls for better humanitarian aid, stronger political structures, stricter control of corruption and programs for education and labor. Medical training and the abandonment of the traditional healers and witch-doctors.
The arguments are quite strong, and it is not difficult to understand how a well-meaning, well-fed, and well, “educated” person could view Africa as primitive and barbaric.
It is only once we search deeper into the heart of Africa, that her true colors begin to show. At the center of each village, kraal, lully, tribe and clan, lies Ubuntu.
The essential brotherhood of all. Ubuntu, the belief that we are all one, and that together we are greater than the sum of our parts. Each with an important role and function.
I have to admit that I told my friend with a laugh that his recent Paper on Intentional Communities and how they could function in a world without money might as well have been a cultural manual to explain Ubuntu. Something Africa has been doing right for centuries. Something which only in the last century has been denigrated, and despoiled by money and it’s avaricious consequences.
The African Problem, if anyone really wants to know, is western commercial influence, teaching prosperity, without showing the how of it. Giving them false dreams of sports cars, big houses and loads of cash, and never teaching them how to work with the money they flaunt. The African Problem, is that the “Civilized” western world, has decided that their mechanized way is better, despite all evidence to the contrary (Climate Change anyone?).
The African Solution? There is little hope for a solution. Europe and the States and more and more the Orient, have a vested interest in keeping Africa in the Limbo of semi-capitalism, while raping it’s lands. It is very sad, but oh so very true.
okay, so i am off to sleep, and when i wake up, i’m returning to the real world, where there are no cars and lights and people who damage everything.
i am however taking a touch of society with me in the form of a portable modem, and now the question becomes, what do you guys want me to post about from here on in?
i’ve covered almost everything there is to say about the evils of the holey trinity (religion money politics), and while i could easily bitch and moan for ages about their respective inadequacies, i’m about as tired of complaining as everyone else is of listening to complaints.
so for once, i’m passing the reigns across, and letting you wonderful folks be my guide for a while… unless of course i get nothing but garbage… or just plain nothing.
i will be making placing at least one day a week aside purely for the tumblrverse and it’s infinitude of possibility :)
i’ve been pondering this for a bit, and it’s a pretty pickle let me tell you.
who is more civilized?
the person who uses the tools of technology for hygiene and health care
the person who is in balance with their surrounding environment
is it the people who can engineer their food for mass production?
is it the people who gather what they need from the land and sea?
the problem is, i suppose, the definition of civilisation. one source states:
the social process whereby societies achieve an advanced stage of development and organization
and another says
an advanced state of human society, in which a high level ofculture, science, industry, and government has beenreached.
so which do we then believe? and these are just two. i vouch that no two people i have asked have had precisely the same definition, and though the discrepancy seems small, the mass effect is a distorted concept.
joe soap has a certain idea about what he considers civilization, and hence who he considers civilized. and few think their own culture is not the pinnacle of civilization.
as a point of interest, a professor at a local university argues that civilization should be measured according to the standard of art they produce. of course, his critics are quick to point out that any community that provides itself with abundance, even if it’s by uncivilized means, will produce art as a consequence of comfort and security.
it’s a bit of a conundrum really, but i am saved by the teachings of my mother “if you think you’re right, you’re most certainly wrong” so perhaps we have a way to go yet before any of us can claim to be civilized.
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find That it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign’d. Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
No princely port, nor wealthy store, No force to win a victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to win a loving eye; To none of these I yield as thrall,— For why? my mind despise them all.
I see that plenty surfeit oft, And hasty climbers soonest fall; I see that such as are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all. These get with toil and keep with fear; Such cares my mind can never bear.
I press to bear no haughty sway, I wish no more than may suffice, I do no more than well I may, Look, what I want my mind supplies. Lo ! thus I triumph like a king, My mind content with anything.
I laugh not at another’s loss, Nor grudge not at another’s gain; No worldly waves my mind can toss; I brook that is another’s bane. I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend, I loathe not life, nor dread mine end.
My wealth is health and perfect ease, And conscience clear my chief defence; I never seek by bribes to please, Nor by desert to give offence. Thus do I live, thus will I die,— Would all did so as well as I!
Frankly, I don’t have much hope. But I think that’s a good thing. Hope is what keeps us chained to the system, the conglomerate of people and ideas and ideals that is causing the destruction of the Earth.
To start, there is the false hope that suddenly somehow the system may inexplicably change. Or technology will save us. Or the Great Mother. Or beings from Alpha Centauri. Or Jesus Christ. Or Santa Claus. All of these false hopes lead to inaction, or at least to ineffectiveness. One reason my mother stayed with my abusive father was that there were no battered women’s shelters in the ‘50s and ‘60s, but another was her false hope that he would change. False hopes bind us to unlivable situations, and blind us to real possibilities.
Does anyone really believe that Weyerhaeuser is going to stop deforesting because we ask nicely? Does anyone really believe that Monsanto will stop Monsantoing because we ask nicely? If only we get a Democrat in the White House, things will be okay. If only we pass this or that piece of legislation, things will be okay. If only we defeat this or that piece of legislation, things will be okay. Nonsense. Things will not be okay. They are already not okay, and they’re getting worse. Rapidly.
But it isn’t only false hopes that keep those who go along enchained. It is hope itself. Hope, we are told, is our beacon in the dark. It is our light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. It is the beam of light that makes its way into our prison cells. It is our reason for persevering, our protection against despair (which must be avoided at all costs). How can we continue if we do not have hope?
We’ve all been taught that hope in some future condition—like hope in some future heaven—is and must be our refuge in current sorrow. I’m sure you remember the story of Pandora. She was given a tightly sealed box and was told never to open it. But, being curious, she did, and out flew plagues, sorrow, and mischief, probably not in that order. Too late she clamped down the lid. Only one thing remained in the box: hope. Hope, the story goes, was the only good the casket held among many evils, and it remains to this day mankind’s sole comfort in misfortune. No mention here of action being a comfort in misfortune, or of actually doing something to alleviate or eliminate one’s misfortune.
The more I understand hope, the more I realize that all along it deserved to be in the box with the plagues, sorrow, and mischief; that it serves the needs of those in power as surely as belief in a distant heaven; that hope is really nothing more than a secular way of keeping us in line.
hey i just wanted to apologize for my earlier comments about your social work, it was way out of line and I haven't seen your posts in a while so for some reason I thought you were a Zeitgeist type guy. sorry for any offense i caused you and I hope your work continues to go well
there’s no need to apologise, i myself am very tired of the zeitgeist schpiel and have rolled my eyes at their pandering to utopia. keep the peace
capitalism teaches us all to be ruthless, and if you can’t be ruthless, you will stay poor. it encourages us to step on those around us in a clamber for more. it teaches frugality. we all know that rich people got rich by being ‘wise’ with their money, which is actually just another way of saying that they’ve done everything they could to eke out every drop of profit available to them. it has taught the poor to accept injustice, and the rich have learned that as long as they have enough of their precious money, the consequences for a-moral behaviour are more likely to benefit from them than harm them. it has made the police, societies’ ‘protectors’ a feared group who are about as trustworthy as the politicians and big businesses whose interests they actually represent.
i dont like it, because it makes us less humane. less human.
Me too!!!! I am really so happy that you returned. People always leave, one way or another. But they return far less often. Returning is like a gift, affirmation of faith. Not religious faith. Trust, constancy, enduring. You know? It is wonderful.
oh data! i dont think anyone has ever made me feel so missed :)
I believe that I could give it all up in time, I’m definitely not ready right now, but that’s what life is for, that’s what pain is for, to strengthen us up, get rid of the fear so all that is left is the moment.
thing with life though, waiting for your readiness has never been one of its strong suits, has it? and it would be vain to think it did, which you are most decidedly not. so the result is a readiness to do, even while the mind rationalizes its excuses for unreadiness. sell yourself short at your own peril and then remember: “what the mind concieves” if you think you can, you’re right. if think you can’t, you’re right ;)
If we can stop looking for more, then yes. If we can let go, we can be happy in the moment.
you’re the one that answered so you’re be the one that gets the follow-up question. could you give it all up? could you let go and be satisfied with what there is, what you know, or is it inevitable that you should yearn for more?
if all of us are on a singular path (time-wise that is), that crosses other paths from time to time, and more than likely, according to all evidence, ends up at the same juncture as every other path, is the struggle worth it? would we not be able to derive more meaning and pleasure from an effortless drawing of the essence of the universe? no struggles, no crap… simple harmony with our own intrinsically linked system.
the question is… are we capable of being satisfied?
i love all of you so much, that the languages of the world have no words to describe.
i ithink i could read all of our updates constantly all the time, and still feel like i’m learning something new, every moment of every second. and just when i think someone has posted something ignorant, i suddenly feel my inner eye opening and seeing truth, masked though it may be in layers of disguising filth, and my world shifts, completely totally and utterly.
Emotions themselves may not be observable to a third party, but their expression is.
exactly, and so the unobservable has observable consequence, and it’s existence can therefore be deduced. once you have existence on that scale, our ‘observable’ universe becomes a single iota of insignificance in a vast ocean of thought. marvelous isn’t it? :)
“The burning of a book is a sad, sad sight, for even though a book is nothing but ink and paper, it feels as if the ideas contained in the book are disappearing as the pages turn to ashes and the cover and binding—which is the term for the stitching and glue that holds the pages together—blacken and curl as the flames do their wicked work. When someone is burning a book, they are showing utter contempt for all of the thinking that produced its ideas, all of the labor that went into its words and sentences, and all of the trouble that befell the author .”— Lemony Snicket , The Penultimate Peril (via foxgloves)