Stuck in the middle with you.

As I began to take everything in, I noticed the two halves. Black and white, left and right, East and West. Seperating the two was a thin fence. I didn’t enjoy being too much on one side or the other as I felt they both could be wrong. I sat on the fence, precariously balancing taking in the black, white, left, right, east and west. It is not easy to balance on the fence. It was easy to fall to one side and was hard to climb back up again.

Conflict will always happens at the fence. The differences ironing each other out. I felt overwhelmed having to balance, be a mediator and to seperate the warring factions. It was tiring and much of the time I felt alone. But in and amongst the factions I saw more and more people making their way to the fence. They shook hands, turned around and faced their factions with courage preventing their side from attacking the other. Eventually more and more came to the fence and I noticed the fence was no longer a fine line impossible to balance on. People began becoming the fence and the fence grew. It grew from the centre out, until the entire area of black, white, left, right, east and west became the fence – Became the people.

This is synthesis. Transformation. And it starts at the centre, the heart of the individual and works its way out. Eventually affecting others.

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A thought on the nature of things…

I see words and language as symbols of greater concepts which cannot necessarily be explained, but we try. We try to convey the thoughts and images in our head using words. People are different, each understands and conceptualizes differently and therefore their outlook is somewhat slightly distorted to what you may see and understand. Some of us use art to interpret our thoughts and then convey what we have learned. Some people get it, others don’t. There is no surprise to me that there is so much disagreement and conflict in the world. That’s the nature of things I guess. I like to think we all believe in the same thing, we just label things differently, give slightly different symbolism for the same concepts. Perhaps some put more emphasis in the symbol (the physical) and tend to neglect the concept (spiritual). Maybe it is the concepts we should be mentally submersing ourselves in, trying to understand the concept by action. I like to think that this creates a balance between your physical self and your higher consciousness/spirit/soul whatever you like to call it.

I like to see the universe (existence/life/God/whatever you would like to call it) as a self-sufficient “machine” if you will. Similar to a pocket watch with all its cogs and wheels; everything the pocket watch needs to work, resides inside. If the universe is indeed self-sufficient, then every single cog and wheel within this grand universe is imperative for the universe to function. No matter how small the cog may seem, it will affect the cogs around it and in turn they will affect others and so on and so forth.

The universe is in constant motion, for it is the motion that keeps life together. Planets, solar systems and galaxies, all constantly hurtling through space, never remaining in the same place – forever changing. If the universe itself lives upon this principle of change or evolution, surely this concept relates even to such insignificant cogs such as ourselves, for do we not reside within the universe?

I like to think there is an unseen connection or thread that permeates everything in existence and it is this connection we should be seeking. If we understand and can identify the connections, can we not relate it to aspects of our personal existence? Perhaps the universe does converse with us on a daily basis. Perhaps our pride over the symbol prevents us from widening our gaze and exploring the concepts. We should not be so concerned what we call God, we should be more concerned with the concept and what it has to teach us. Too often its the names and symbols that hinder peace and love. Things are different, things are varied. Maybe it is that way because the universe has not stopped moving since it began. Perhaps it evolved from one simple concept, which gave rise to others but the connection between all is always there. If we can see past the differences and look for the connections the world, I think, will be a friendlier more loving place.

Obsession with wealth

Why is it so many of us are obsessed with wealth? There is nothing wrong wanting to lead a as-comfortable-as-possible life. The question is, what will we do for wealth or money? Money has been something that has been with society for millenia, but I’m sure very few of us know the basic history of money.  We have become so use to it, that we readily complain about it, but rarely take the time to understand how it all came about.

It seems, subconsciously, we have been giving our individual power away to currency to become consumers. Media has cleverly added to the brew by filling our heads with unnecessary fears, needs and solutions. Of course we can always find someone to blame why things are the way they are, but have we become so use to being spoon-fed, that we don’t actually accept responsibility and pass it off to a scapegoat? Unfortunately many of us are blind to realize that power indeed rests within us, the individual, and as individuals we have the responsibility to our choices and decisions. No one can, nor should they, make choices for you. I am a strong believer in free-will.

This is a link to an article I wrote a  few months ago, but never published it. Now seems like a good time. This article briefly explores the history of money and banking and how our moral values got slightly contorted along with history. I hope this article is able to bring a little perspective into our obsession with money and how we possibly surrender our individual morals to be part of the machine. Its called Love of money: A society in decline.

A thought on the rat race…

I find myself, now more so than ever, submerged in thought. I find myself talking less, not necessarily because I have nothing to say, but what’s the point in talking if nobody is willing to listen? I feel claustrophobic because we are making this world smaller and it feels as if our whole existence is one big catch 22. Ultimately we cannot win. Come to think about it, what is winning? Is winning just a concept we have been programmed to believe through mainstream media and advertising? To me it seems as though the very basis of mankind is competition, and this is the subliminal fuel for our ego which breeds greed. It’s as though we are all in this mindset of that everyone is against us and we don’t want them to be better than ourselves. We want to win. We have let money become the measure of success of a person. We even tend to trust people with material wealth a little bit more than someone who is homeless. There Is that catch 22 again. We will trust a wealthier person over the poorer person because the poorer person wants what the wealthier person has. Wealth. Money. It makes the poor steal and the rich corrupt. Have we put so much value in these luxuries that our entire society is based upon it? Is this the formulae for humankind’s catch 22 existence?

We don’t live. We live to earn money to give ourselves a false sense of security and purpose. We have been spoon fed, force fed and we have been tricked into liking it. We are now so dependent that we are incapable otherwise of being told what to do. We think we need governments and politicians. We believe we need the police and military because we are now paranoid of our fellow human. Rightly so. We have created monsters in our society by exchanging our humanity for ego. It’s all about us. All 7 billion of us. We gladly exchange life for the commuting – 9-5 – for – two- free – days lifestyle. We hardly take time out. When we think, its for work. The only questions we ask is How can I make more money? And How can I take advantage of this situation so that I can prosper? We all want something. We all want it more than the next person, to the point where we would take advantage of another so we can “win”. You ask what is wrong with the world? Its our mentality and frame of mind. We are the problem. Can we be blamed? This world was already set out like this for us. They say we were born with free-will. This may have been correct once upon a time, but now I think we are born with no choice. If I had a choice money wouldn’t be an issue because it wouldn’t exist. There would be no need for this rat race powered machine.

A new year

Christmas and New year celebrations came and they left us just as quickly.  Now we face the popular 2012.  What shall this year bring for us?  Who knows?!  But it is OK not to know.  People have become so tenacious with their ideals and what they perceive to be truth, when in actual fact we know very little about everything.  In the past we have been fed contorted truths, which has led us to feel our way around our existence with the lights turned off.  We are the blind.  All of us.  We are seldomly led by enlightened and truthful people.  Our lives and what we have become to know as society  are being led by blind shepherds.  Blind shepherds leading blind sheep.

As time has gone by we have exchanged our gut instinct, our intuition for so-called pleasure, leisure and forced perspectives.  Just like the blind are able to compensate for their lack of sight, we too should compensate with our gut feeling.  I don’t believe this world is going to end this year, but I do believe we going through pretty large changes.  Perhaps this is the year the vast majority of us will awaken and hear our inner voice which we all have that guides us.   I hope this is the year we are able to open our minds to possibilities without unnecessary confrontations.  May we stamp out our egos and evolve this year.  I wish you all the very best for 2012…