Pits and Acorns

September 19, 2009

Illustrations from the Nuremberg Chronicle, by Hartmann Schedel (1440-1514)

Illustrations from the Nuremberg Chronicle, by Hartmann Schedel (1440-1514)

There seems to be no escape from the aching feeling in the pit of my stomach, that the relatively immediate future holds in store life altering, perception shattering events for collective humanity. The feeling is not new, it arises from a long planted seed, and has been nurtured by copious amounts of reason and observation. I certainly am an emotional person, constantly attempting to fine tune my intuition. I am however no stranger to logic and other more mundane yet indispensable tools at getting to the heart of any subject. Discernment in such matters often leaves ones head spinning in the seas of overloaded information trying to decipher the truth, where everyone is in the know. The truth is there is none, reality is dynamic and the universe is one step beyond logic. One of the most dominant ego cogs of self delusion is the deep subconscious need to be, “in the know”. We all want to have the world around us pinned down and properly allocated. Segmented, labeled and explained away until the sky stops falling and things stay in their place. Reality knows better, reality knows enough to perceive it’s own illusory nature and lack of permanence, the sky is always falling!

It’s no exaggeration that Chicken Little was wildly paranoid, or that the end times have been impending since the begin times, but that is an excuse not readily capable of wiping sweat from the brow from anyone remotely aware of the world around them. I’m referring to those of you whom have looked up from your own false ego long enough to grok my allusions. I mean not to say whatsoever that the sky is actually falling in a remote sense of apocalyptic metaphor, if there is one thing I trust however blindly, it is that life will go on, just perhaps not as we know it.

What prompted me to externalize this train of thought at this particular instance, is the way I continue to bury my head in my own hopes and dreams for the future, aspirations that run on an operating system that may soon be defunct. As I breath in the air of uncertainty I challenge myself perpetually to come to terms with it, to understand at the root level and brace myself to walk the fire. These hopes and schemes of mine and us all are the very fluid within the Artificial Womb. Over the years I have referred this concept to many, among other pertinent ideas found within it’s source document. I will quote it here for the persistent.

“From the time a person leaves its mother’s womb, its every effort is directed towards building, maintaining, and withdrawing into artificial wombs, various sorts of substitute protective devices or shells.”

I have noted over the years that this is why the helm of humanity is blindly left to those whom take it. Grossly we all just want our little sheltered worlds of hopes dreams and aspirations, we are all undiscovered rock stars and secret masters of whatever subterfuge we delude ourselves with. But as the western world view sets itself up for hypocrisy with it’s dualistic view, so do I. I have come to terms with this fact based on my observations of the essential unity masked behind apparent polarity. In this way, hypocrisy and self delusion may be an essential proponent for our experience of reality altogether.

Life is a ride and the slow graduation we have been clicking upward, strapped into our own little cars of this roller coaster. It’s bound to come crashing downward displacing the pits of all our stomachs, and tearing the sky down with it. I look forward to riding it out, but I must ask myself the question… “Shouldn’t I be stocking water and canned goods?”