"We see things not as they are but as we are."
The first time that I read this statement I was immediately reminded of a phrase that I use often; "everything is a matter of personal perception". What the aforementioned statements mean to me is that everything is relative to the individual. No matter what a person may see, hear, feel, touch or taste, it is an experience all it`s own to that person. If two or more people receive the same information, no matter what the information is or how it is received, once internalized, the information takes on a meaning that suits each individual`s thought process. In other words every person tailors their own realities to suit their own individual needs. It is important to note that every person is entitled to their own personal perception no matter how irrational or unreasonable their interpretations may appear to be to another. I do think, however that when thoughts are brought into a material manifestation, it is then that one must be concerned with reciprocity, which can be good or bad, and even reciprocity is ultimately a matter of perception.
The aforementioned things must be kept in mind when communicating with others as every person has their own perception of how things are. Though there are many things that can be taught or learned one must be allowed to become willing to accept what it is that is being offered. A person could, conceivably be forced to learn or do things that he or she may not want to learn or do, but that would only create resentment, rejection and eventual rebellion. It should kept in mind that whatever one has to offer, be it love, knowledge or things of a material nature, an individual will receive and perceive them in his or her own way. That is an individualA?s right. We can only give insight into our own perceptions and allow others their own interpretations of them hoping, that with reciprocity in mind, they will develop their own healthy manifestations of whatever they believe to be true for themselves.
Physical vs. Mental vs. Spiritual self:
I think that the mind goes beyond the body and the spirit (essence) goes far beyond both mind and body. The mind, when born is pure and open, and during the course of life the mind becomes enhanced in some ways but is ?tainted? in many other ways. Contributing factors:
Parenting
Physical environment
Social and economic environment
There is a multitude of influences from all of the aforementioned factors that shape and mold the whole person. The problem is that the majority of these influences tend to really jack up the 'whole person' causing one to due things that are contradictory to the simplest law in nature... the law of self-preservation. And through all of this, the spirit or essence of a person 'goes to sleep' so as not to deal with all of the imperfections and contaminations that the mind and body subject it to. During the course of a life, physical, mental and spiritual aspects of a person are conflicted but irrevocably connected until death. And nobody that I know knows what happens after that. But I don't believe that death is 'the end'. I believe that everything perpetuates a 'continuum'.
Fuzzy Logic?
In my life?s experience, change is inescapable. Nothing that I have ever experienced in my life has ever been ?permanent?. It would almost seem obvious that every thing is connected... we are all composed of the same sh!t, different day.
For instance:
A thousand years ago, a camel died in the desert. After the buzzards and other animals picked all the meat offa da carcass, the camel?s bones are the only thing left. At some point the bones had to break down into whatever was left, I think that would be the sand. And now, a thousand years later that sand (the sand with the camels bones in it) has wound up being a part of a million micro chips and other stuff made of silicone . A couple of those microchips probably in this computer that I'm typing on (about the camel).
Why does my mind's eye see so much that I (my physical self) will not allow to manifest?
It's like so many profound and meaningful things all swirling around, waiting for me to reach up and claim them. But I cannot, or I will not.
I sometimes cannot seem to keep up with my own thoughts. Have I become a prisoner of my own ill-conceived limitations?
Perhaps I am a ward of my own personal Will, that my name being.
Or can I toss the blame to pre-conception of the whole... being a ward of the 'state', this seeming to be a well-founded and popular reason/excuse.
Everything outside of me speaks to me:
You don't make a difference.
You are predestined to be right where you are.
Your reality is already determined for you.
You are food for the system.
Everything inside me says:
"That's bullsh!t"
But what's inside is also bullsh!t if it cannot manifest.
I need to make a difference.
I am not where I want to be.
My reality is determined by me
I am food for the world and I would like to make people feel well and not 'sick'.
My existence... like endorphins.
Like the feeling you get after a good meal.
My Life
If I had to do it all again.
I would do it differently,
Not so much because of regrets,
But more to see where it would end.
Such is the nature of my desire to know as much as my self will allow me to know.
No outcome is completely undone.
And there is always a positive as well as negative aspect of every outcome.
Every result, every instance, every circumstance has more than one interpretation,
More than one perception.
It is up to me to choose the perception that I wish to claim for my own.
And what I claim, I must be happy with,
For in the end it is only me that I see,
When I look in the mirror.
RAINY DAY REFLECTIONS
Splattered glass on a long bus ride,
A thousand tears, I never cried.
Surfaced gloom from within the soul,
The songs of woe, that go untold.
The autumn rain the somber blues,
In quiet thought, on distant clues.
Silent reflections rain down upon me.
Silence broken only by a thousand tears,
I never cried.
Tears of God the heavens bled.
I see my soul, in each one shed.
Heaven cries for many souls,
For all the stories left untold.
Puddles ripple in the pouring rain,
Echoing songs, recurring pains.
Silent reflections rain down upon me.
Silence broken only by a thousand tears,
Therein are mine.
Silent reflections in the pouring rain,
Reflections of my rainy days.
THE PRIMITIVE STATE?
The primitive state, the separation of spirit and science, the soul in disharmony with the supreme mathematics of all. A condition experienced by most people in the world today. Consider the possibilities that face the world in the new millennium, there could be drastic changes in the structures and concepts of "organized religions" all over the world. Will the tenuous connection between physical and spiritual existence be shortened, or will it be completely severed? Will the entity that most monotheistic "organized religions" refer to as GOD come and deliver the truth to us. If so, will this scenario turn out to be the picture that most "GOD fearing" people have in mind. Will it live up to 'mass expectation'? Do your own theological and historical research, use your own common sense and logic. GOD gave you a brain, so use it. The truth has been here in front of us all the time. The translation, delivery, and interpretation of the truth is what keeps us separated from each other as well as ourselves. When science was not so complicated, I imagine that there was perhaps not a great gap between spirit and science. Maybe this condition is more appropriate and healthy than the condition we are in today. Perhaps the time that I refer to was a great time. A time when there was only one religion, one GOD. A time before "Babylon".
More Fuzzy Logic:
October 22nd, I went to church for the first time in several months. Can't say what prompted me to go. I had been thinking about it when I went to 'breakfast', made the decision to go about 40 minutes before service started and just went without even going home to change clothes. Examine my motivations. The church has purchased a new 'complex' from a church that had outgrown it. The sanctuary was very nice. The music was cool. I was very attentive to the pastor's sermon, but the longer I was there, the more my intention and attention became plurals. It did not take long for 'cultural instincts' to become opposed to, and enmeshed with "primal instincts".
After thinking about it I think I am starting to understand the psychology behind the whole 'sacrifice for Islam' thing.
So, does God use sex as a motivator? According to Islam (I think), he does. Now don't get it twisted, I ain't mad at Allah. If I knew I was gonna die and go to heaven and have a gang of 'concubines'. I just might die for the 'cause'. The key thought in my case being; How would I know?
So how does that work? Early on we are 'conditioned' to view sex as something wrong?. Something to hide via Genesis (Adam & Eve). But later on we are subtly and not so subtly 'tempted' by the same as a reward in the afterlife. When the natural assumption would be to "Be fruitful and multiply". All this.... from the 'interpolated' word of God. And I am certain that I would be hard pressed by many people about my perceptions on this. But I have to ask myself, "When we, our parents and their parents before us have been taught sh!t like the 'Thanksgiving Fairytale' in schools, institutions of learning, for the last 143 years? Why would the Torah, Bible, Quran or any other text printed by a human being be any less susceptible to tampering?
Someone once brought to my attention an old saying in reference to the 'victors of war' that went something like 'The winner gets to write/re-write history'.
R U readin me?
I wish I could write a song for every dream I've ever had.
God?
Who am I talking to?
Why won't you answer me?
As the rain, falls, harder.
What's your favorite element?
Earth, Wind, Fire, or Water?
As the rain, falls, harder.
You talkin ta me?
And the rain falls, harder
'What if God were one of us'?
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