Aguanomics
Just after I let go and dumped unceremoniously all my notes and things of the last forty years and apart from a few remaining identities of an era or era's gone by and in the past I have literally walked away from so much and that is from Judo and the Martial Arts, from relationships, from soccer, cricket and the blogs, from forensics and from NASA and Space UFO stuff and so on and now I am walking away from the 'un not me'.
It all seems like a dream half forgotten and the haunting echo of memories. There is very little to identify with a permanent or solid identity, although the mind wants to desperately to do so and the shards and shreds want to get back and make a definite image and photograph and sets of laws and principles so as to define a reality and not be a sort of consciousness without definition.
A little bitty wants and hankers for the past but having shed another skin and the relative freedom I feel(hopefully not the old ego self running away from the responsibility of energising the old dramas and history) and just having a rest.
The final letting go is the guilt of not having a family that is special, just a world family that exists but are not bloodlines or emotionally identified with me, not a callous couldn't care less attitude but a loose affiliation with and knowing the flesh part is transitory, the mind parts are based on life trauma and experiences and programming and the allegiance to a dogma and religion or code of human engineered ethics are also transitory and fade into oblivion with the passage of time, to release every one into their own care and know that I cannot save or rescue anybody not even the false self of myself.
To know that the Universe goes on with or without me and the destiny of humanity is not in my hands which frees me up to just be an animal and a tree, a human without agendas and selfish motives and to live like the hummingbird, to soar like the eagle and be passionate about life but not its contents.
SHACK
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