Here is something that just burns my ass. The New Agers say that we are the creators of our world. Ok. Fine. For a while I believed that, being mentally lazy and all. I used to believe that we jump dimensions with each and every action. Then, when peace threatened to break out in the nineties, somehow I, full of hope, made the wrong turn.
Now it is 2007 and instead of a President, we got a bush. The guy running the show has "chain" in his name. I did not want that. How did I go so wrong?
I suspect that 'you get what you wish for' is a gerbil wheel meme. A meme (rymes with 'gene') is kind of an idea that infects your brain. It gets passed around and shortcircuits our thinking. Memes are easy to repeat and they sound snazzy like deep thought (but without the work). A gerbil wheel is a device that gives the illusion of getting somewhere without actually moving anywhere. It is used to give the gerbil the illusion of freedom.
Now, here is what I think. "You get what you wish for" is absolutely moronic. 40,000 children die each day of starvation. Are the all anorexic? Do you really believe that their parents are hoping for relief from the screeching little crumb-snatchers and are wishing them to a slow, tortured death? Just about half of the people on the planet are barely eating. Are they keeping up with fashion?
So, I will go along with "you get what you wish for" or "we are the creators of out world" if we add some qualifiers:
If you have enough money or power.
If somebody else, schooled in the arcane arts and practicing satanic rituals, wants the same for you.
If you wish for little or nothing.
If you get lucky.
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- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
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you get what you wish for is one of those empty phrases in one sense, but at another level, there is this odd sort of energy that attaches to wishes. random wishing is like random thoughts which are like hash. you throw stuff in the skillet, leftovers usually and hope for something edible to emerge. wishes are amorphous unless we back them up with an intention. and they can create havoc as we all perhaps remember the story of the little old woman and the little old man who are granted three wishes and they piss them away. wishing can create a mantra in that what we put our attention to/on grows. remember in the tale: the little old woman wishes that the sausage her husband wished for was on his nose. ping. he is now wearing a sausage. talking randomly, talk for the sake of talk that is, creates havoc all over the world. buddhists say only three words are necessary: yes, please and thank you. i say three words are necessary: yes, love and thank you.
so now they have one more wish left and of course the little old man wants that damn sausage offa his scnnoz. write your own ending.
marginalized populations aren't getting what they wish for; they are caught in the endless chasm of well wishers. that is: the endless well that is created by power in the hands of a few. the well of despair imposed upon the majority, by greed and materialism and by those who attach themselves to such states without any larger awareness to their being. they throw coins into a wishing well and they wish for peace. a wish is the letter a. the work is the letters b through z. a wish is a kind of primitive prayer that asks someone else to fix it. unless someone is listening. such as the person who is making the wish. a wish or a prayer should be as thought out as an architects blueprints. only then may it lead to an intention.
our biggest problem in america is a lack of follow through. the chronic interruptus is our mantra. the lack of focus is an epidemic, which is why we are so at the feet of eastern holy men and women who have managed at least to remain still. trances should lead somewhere. they should lead to awareness. meditation should lead to awareness.
if a mother wishes that he children weren't starving, the wish isn't going to feed the child. but if she wishes hard enough, her will may motivate her to make some attempt outside of the norm. isn't this what victor frankl talked about in his book "man's search for meaning". he is stuck in this concentration camp and his life is in total chaos. he has nowehre to go, but inside of himself. this is the same scenario in the looney bin. this is insanity. everywhere around me is insanity. where do i go.
the answer for me, is go within.
wish wish wish. what is the significance of making a wish and blowing out a candle? you make a wish in the light, in the flame of your desire, and you blow out the candle and sit in the dark.
we have all of these rituals, but we forget what they portend. we think we are going to get our wish just because we blew out a candle on our birthday. no, we blew out the lights and now we must remain in the dark. we have nowhere to go since it is dark now, so we might as well go within.
if we look at things from a temporal perspective, we are destined to remain insane because the rhyme and the reason eludes us.
an eternal viewpoint is not arrogant. it is an attempt to connect with cosmic origins. it brings one into a wider company. spiritual beings cannot communicate with those who are living behind a gate. they cannot perceive them because it would be invasive to do so. this is the ultimate respect; not neglect.
perhaps god is more with present in the war torn country and with marginalized people than with any power driven, over propertied american. we are an aggressive country. we push our wars and we push our solutions. we have done more to harm the earth than any other country and yet we pride ourselves on the money and the missionary do good mentality that we bring to people who we consider worse off, when in fact maybe they have much more soul than we have.
have you heard garrison keilor's "home grown democrat?"
how do you think the earth is perceived by beings outside of the earth. well, there was the tower of babel. talk, talk, talk. that is what we do. chatter. how can anyone off of the planet sort through the chaos, when we are so flooding our atmosphere with talk.
how next to impossible it must be to pick up a signal. how few of us are focused enough to send a clear signal.
i wish for someone to hear me. i wish for someone loving to hear me. i wish for someone loving and wise to hear me. i wish for someone loving and wise and knowing to listen to me. i wish for someone loving and wise and knowing to guide me because now i sense that someone loving and wise and knowing is perceiving me. i wish to be filled with goodness, with kindness, with compassion. i wish to be filled to the brim and even above the brim with kindness and love.
a dream is a wish your heart makes when you are fast asleep said jiminey cricket. i like the little bastard.
"all talk for the sake of talking--to pass time, for example--is harmful. " This is a spiritual law. Think how long ago, the tower of babel was an issue. Nowadays, with modern tech--television and cell phones, the earth is a planet of a crazy busy signal of buzzing, incoherent mumbo jumbo.
we are not cognizant of how harmful it is to fill the atmosphere with incoherent signals that are broadcast from our dependence on cell phones and landlines--using an instrument of communication just to buzz, and on the damage done through the countless and pointless talk shows.
I'm not talking about the general dumbing down caused by such blather, but about the actual vibration that we create across the globe.
Western technology is in more ways than we suspect, a double edged sword. The telephone is not just a gift. The television is not just a gift. Sound creates a vibration and the cosmos responds to vibration. Earth has a crazy vibration that attracts more craziness from the cosmos. It marshals forces that confuse and create chaos.
Talk show hosts are not saviours nor are they mindful, intelligentsia. They are people who don't have anything to do. And people who listen to them are people who don't have real minds of their own so they get dumbed down even further by tuning into blabber. It is similar to one giant committee meeting that goes nowhere. People telling us how to comb our hair or what car to buy or how to spray our crotches with whatever newest shit salve on the market. People telling us what to think about the rest of the world; what not to think. America has turned into Jessica and Roger Rabbit. Mickey Mouse is finally dead. I'm not sure if he was smarter than Jessica and Roger, but at least Mickey was cute and he talked softer and slower.
Awe shucks, I love the endings of your comments Gee-da (she points and chuckles). It makes the tough reading worth while. Now I will re-read and dissect with intuitive discrimination. (btw you are a damn good writer, my dear, I am honored that you visit my humble home) rrrr
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