I
have never been a one to store or collect to many photos, I have very few of
family, friends, partners and just a smattering of journeys, my football,
cricket, wrestling, clown police and forensic and so on.
In
some native communities they say it takes away a bit if yourself or soul,
others are shy, some have a complex that when they look at it back they are
disappointed how they look, I was never interested and just lately have began
to perhaps and it is a large perhaps that either I am not interested or have a
trauma about my past or want there to be in the present and in the moment. Am I
kidding myself; I hear so many people, especially my neighbours saying ‘what’s
the world coming too it was never like this in my day, the good old days, it
may have been hard, but it was fair and people had more respect---and so on’
I
don’t necessarily think that is wrong or right, since my past was not rosy to
say the least maybe I want a better future. There is no doubt when I reflect on
permanence that one can stagnate and life even it feels to stand still there is
movement in the body with cells, blood, heartbeat, weather changes and mood. So
the lesson with the seasons and that sort of thing does show repetition and a
sort of stagnation, the same old winter, spring, summer, autumn yet variables
within it, the Moon Phases, the Low and High 11 year cycles, the foetus to the
senior adult, death and perhaps reincarnation which like the above follows the
cyclic rotation and endless ‘wheel of Darma and Karma’.
In
its wider sense photos are static, they can be brought alive in a sense by
videos but they mark a standstill in time, even videos are running back time,
they are never fresh and now, yes now in the sense of the observer, but a ’now
of the past’. Maybe one may say I am bored with a non productive past which a
photo album or collection epitomises, and say I am a grouchy old man with a non
fulfilled past and sour in the now and sees no future from the past but dull
repetitive performances.
Yet
when in meditation and in clear mind there is this sense of ‘being here now’
with no thought in mind, not a vacant dumb struck imbecilic stunted and stuck
mind, but a mind that is full of light, moving and yet still, shiny and in
light, great compassion, fully alive and with energy. Some may say this is a retreat like a hermit
in a cave, running away from pain and the real world, another kind of fix, a drug
that feeds off of the endorphins that these relaxation techniques are and they
are not spiritual but just getting high’s to get by and that I am weak and not
able to face the world and commit to it and the past is a foundation and that
all that bullshit about ‘who were you before you were taught to be you’ the
clean slate is another running away from the disenchantment because of your
unhappy past and your NDE rubbish with which you convinced yourself that you
did not want to be born because you knew you would be unhappy, you probably
picked this up from unhappy parents and so you are constantly on about the past
and it has left its stamp and mark on you.
Who is to say they are not right, of course I differ.
History has shown us that war be it early tribal wars, religious wars, wars of all kind and justified by some as 'pruning, planned culling' like animals that are thought to be getting too large in numbers, natures forest fires and so on are a way of getting the Earth's resource's to more people and ignoring the fact that so called modern agricultural, land and animal practices do just the opposite and profit is mainly the motive with greedy people wanting wood and commodities from natures forests and minerals and when it is sparse the wealthy and powerful can obtain it.
So if we do not learn from the past and history repeats itself then what we will see is the constant cycles of depletion will make an elite class of powerful militant overlords who will have the bounties and a very depleted worker class slaves and the one world government.
SHACK
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