Bend Your Mind

What a fantastic journey life can be. Last post ....many months ago, touted my hope of prosperity and excited over my garden. Reaching out to the ancient touchstones. Wheat, corn, potatoes, earth.
My corn was a colossal failure, my wheat a futile effort, and potatoes not an honorable mention.
This was my conclusion at the immediate end of the growing season, then as I looked upon my efforts, I found a grain of ancient wisdom.
Despite how poor the weather and the growth and the harvest of those seeds, I still recieved more than I initially sowed.

New Spring Garden

The first week of May seemed full of promise and hope as we emerged from a snow storm and blackout the previous week. This hope was nevertheless crushed with another three day snow storm that enveloped and pounded mercilessly.
I have planted potatos. And look forward to planting Hopi Blue corn, Ethiopian Blue tinge Wheat, Utrecht Blue Wheat, Kamut, hard white spring wheat and the rest of the garden.
These plans haunt my nights as I lay in bed considering growing sugar beets, black beans, snap peas, Russian Blue Potato, ....let's just say eventually I sleep well.
Pictures to come.

HANTA YO

I would identify the first 'self help' story I ever read as being "The wonderful story of Henry Sugar" by Roald Dahl. It's theme aligned with all the religious teaching of my sect. Through supreme concentration those things just beyond natural sensory perception would be revealed.
I smuggled a candle and sought to concentrate on the center of the flame....nothing.
Robin Sharma and David Irvine each direct their disciples to take time to go within and align themselves with their authentic soul. Escape.
Hugh Pinnock, area NW area President warned the missionaries of the Canada-Vancouver Mission that any book they read or music they listened to, was an escape from the work they were called to do, and this distracted there-from and therefore would not be blessed. (Nor condoned)
Irvine's Father said to him, "If you define success by the world's standards (achievement, conformity, recognition,wealth, compliance, materialism, and pleasure), then success for you will be easy. But I don't wish success for you by these terms, I wish for you to have a meaningful life"
My synthesis of all this and countless pages of further substantiation, just as the mind requires sleep to subconsciously file the learnings of the day; A moment of solitude will loose the shackles, pour off the dross, winnow the wheat, and eventually define your purpose for the day.

Then the Clock Stopped, Never to Run Again

The concept of time travel arouses our curiousity of physics, our perceptions of the universal fabric, and the plausibility of the concept.
Although entertaining, when we consider the paradox of meeting our past or future self, what would be the resulting chaos, really?
Marty McFly? Bill and Ted? Midgets in the closet?(Time Bandits)
I have three postulations regarding the accomplishment of time travel in my lifetime.
1) I would have visited myself long before now.
2) I probably can't afford it when it is discovered.
3) Eventually I become very content with the way my life turns out and don't feel the need to visit my past self.
On God Shuffled His Feet, one lyric says, "All the things that have come to pass, and all the things that shall be, I see here, before me"
One true prophetic glimpse would blow your mind.

Dream Life

I suppose that we all have, in our minds, an idea of what the ideal world would be like.
For some, it would be more sharing of goods, communal. For others it may be a higher Earth consciousness. John Lennon posed a few ideas for us to imagine.
Some groups have tried, but in the end always fall short of their utopia. Mormons, Hutterites, Communists, Emmisaries of Divine Light, Nazi's.
I'm just shooting this out there... but did any of them stop to imagine that someone else may imagine their ideal differently?
The bothersome issue that results, in religion and in politics, is the cognitive dissonance, of the believers. The wheel was not invented in the workshop my friends, it was invented in conversation.

Divine Intervention

I have twin Sons. Fifteen months old. And busy as badgers.
I enjoy watching them climb up then down then up again. I watch as one of them finds his long lost toy and then the other wishes that he had found the toy and now wants it.
Thing 1 will run away with said toy and Thing 2 will give chase ...lamenting.
Thing 2 will ride the learning toy and Thing 1 will try to either remove Thing 2 or elso also ride the toy. Both Things lament.
Thing1 will climb his chair and Thing 2 will do likewise. Thing 3 (their Mother) gets very concerned with the climbing.
They teater precariously, and fall occasionally. And I wonder...should I be scolding more and encouraging to share? Should I be grapelling more and saving from falls?
If I've learned one thing from God, it's that he leaves us alone to take every fall by ourselves and stays out of our personal disputes with each other and lets us fight through.
Maybe I should be less Godly.

Rising Sun

Two periods of my life served me the experience to work outdoors through the night.
In doing so I observed the rotation of the big dipper around the North star as the hours passed.
I hate to give away the suprise to any one who has never done this, but I will anyway. The handle of the dipper travels COUNTER- Clockwise.
By the time the dipper travels half way around, the morning light would precede the sun and another hour later it would be day light.
At the beginning of winter, on the longest night, the three stars of Orions belt project a line toward the eastern horizon. This line shows where the sun rises on the solstice morning.
Three kings follow a star, to where, the sun is born.
After that, at a rate of two minutes per day our days grow longer until the June equinox.
Then, after equinox, the sun begins to "die" two minutes per day until December.
Like the heart that beats in all of us. It is the most essential process to our existance and we give the least heed.

Zarathrustra

If there had been an excited audience waiting at the base of the mountain from whence Zarathrustra descended eager to to hear his words, I imagine they may have had to wait just slightly longer than their interest would sustain. Many would leave due to other obligations. Others, out of boredom, would wander away.
When those few who remained heard his opening words would they have remained or removed to other venues?

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