Break The Program

Published November 15, 2018 by tindertender

I stood upon the forest floor and as my gaze drew to the ground I saw a log, hollow. Upon looking, I saw a creature within this hollowed out log, watching me.

I wonder about nature as it deteriorates, becoming one with the earth once more, only now rather than planting roots, it dissolves into the soil feeding the little critters dwelling there.

Human and animal bodies, all of them, eventually dissolve back into the earth. The soil is enmeshed with generations of life.

“Steel caskets first appeared in the late 1840s“. https://www.assemblymag.com/articles/87043-the-history-of-caskets

Imagine all of the life that was wrapped in cloth, buried in a pine box, or just left to slowly decompose. Think of all the animals killed on highways, or by other animals, or by humans during trophy hunts, among other things. ALL of that life is contributed to the planet, to the earths soil, which supplies us with food, water, and materials to build.

How often do we go about our daily life neglecting to consider the earth we walk upon, or the components of it. Why is it so difficult to know, to admit, and to embrace the unity we share with those who came before us, those who are here with us now (in flesh, and in spirit) and those who will come at a later time?

It seems to me that the public, world-wide, have been corralled into this situation of “me” and “mine” and “forget everyone and everything else”. What little we are allowed to retain after taxation is just enough (for the average person) to get by until the next pay day. Often the taxes paid go to care for others who are able to work, but don’t.

I am aware there are those who physically and mentally cannot do many jobs that are available, and they require assistance. I am also aware of those who just want to skate through life at the expense of others (taking pride in their clever ability to work the system).

When so little remains after a hard work week it is difficult to release what has been saved … to give. But if we do not find a way to open our hearts, to share with each other … if we choose to remain closed off and in the practice of hoarding, we will also be closed off to abundance.

It is hard when there are so many scam artists and thieves. When those who forcibly ‘take’ from others choose to expend their energy in creating fear and pain, they no longer gift the world good … perhaps ‘good’ has left them.

When I mention being open to giving, I do not mean to roll over while thugs demand the bounty.

There will come a time very soon when robber will only have the robber to take from, and the murderer or rapist will only have the same to reflect their actions, and then they will nullify each other’s existence … all of them.

Where will those who choose peace, caring, and love be when all this goes down? Well, I cannot say for certain. I get the distinct feeling they will be just on the outside, looking in. I can only hope this is where I will be, yet at the same time I hope I will not have to watch it end.

In my opinion, people who are uncertain that life continues after the body dies are more inclined to behave in a manner that is destructive. If they knew that life never ends, it only changes, constantly, perhaps actions would be different. We see these changes while in physical form as we age from infant, to toddler, to young child, to teenager, to adult, and then elder. Our appearance changes drastically, as well as our inner person, just as drastically.

When this body quits us, life continues just as before, yet in a different form. I imagine how that might look, and once again my creative visualization stalls.

What does one star appear to be, when viewed by another star?

When a woman looks upon another woman, what does she see? Clothing, vehicle, partner … does she see tenderness, or fear, or anger? Is she able to see depth, or is everything surface level? Cold, or warm? Does she begin to compare herself to this vision she sees? Is she capable of looking deeper, into the nearly imperceptible similarities she has in common with those she observes? Will she be able to stand tall in her uniqueness, while embracing the likeness she shares with others?

Too much time is spent thinking and wishing to be someone or something we are not. Rather, think of something you would like to try, painting, writing, dancing … and then try it. If you don’t really like it, try something else. And so on.

When I first started taking myself out to dinner I was self conscious. It felt as though people were staring, wondering why I was alone. It took a while to get past that, to get used to just enjoying life without needing to entertain another, or to be entertained.

Now I do many things I did not do before. Some of these things I am good at, others, I work at. Whatever we do, we should do it while lifting each other, encouraging each other and living the advise we share.

I have a friend who told me I needed to take ‘pride’ in my appearance. What he meant was, “You’re fat, join a gym.” I finally got tired of it and told him he was wrong. What I needed to do was learn to ‘love me’ just the way I am.

There are those in the world who will always point out their perception of what is wrong, or what is right. Many people will work diligently to ‘mold’ those around them, to manipulate circumstances to achieve a certain action – response – action – response. They’ll work very hard to get the results they desire. We see this everywhere in this world. Governments, corporations, different religions, on into the smaller, more personal relationships.

FYI ~ this is a human trait … we all do it, even while many will deny it.

The only cure is to simply stop playing the game. As difficult as the program is to break … treat yourself to participation in the bigger picture.

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