New Becomings

This, among other things, was yelled at me by an uninvited person at my home around 10pm one Sunday evening... "Do you know how many haters you have!?" I've been thinking about that for a while now.  But first, I'll tell you my immediate response; I laughed and said, "I don't live my life about haters." This person drove about 15 kilometers to yell at me, they were visibly shaking and pacing around nervously the whole time. They had been stewing I guess, and felt impelled to just come over to try to release themselves from it by giving it to me. Funnily enough, I had just come up from the beach to gather some things, and was sitting sideways on the ATV when they arrived. Looking straight into their eyes, unmoved, I was not intimidated. You can try to intimidate me, but all I'll feel is a sense of pity for you. Haters. There are a lot of them, people who have hate in their hearts thinking it's about others and not a direct correlation with their o...

  maybe consciousness  is the space beyond time - speed is just a qualifier in time.  Over the years, as I have created, held, used, witnessed, and removed myself from a wide variety of situations, it is apparent that there is a difference between the spaces people create within Space - and it's important for me to try to define those spaces and how people move within them, for my own clarity. (I share these writings in case someone else cares about this type of stuff.) The energetic signatures/responses of individuals and people in groups become  clearer when we are immersed in different spaces. My expression or reason of being within the spaces I create or find myself in adjusts toward responsibility - the ability to respond according to the circumstance generated or presented. Once you discern how differently people view the world, each other, nature, the land, personal and public environments, and our conscious/unconscious roles, life is much easier to navigate....

  Evil, bad. Goodness, good. And everything in between... That's it. Experience can be woven with any kind of illusion or delusion - time, pressure, motion, and temperature - ideas, silence, beauty, and judgements about everything. Within microseconds we decide what's what and go from there; except, a lot of it is just a mangled mess of energies. Most of us don't bother with the subtle energies that dictate our lives; we cling to the obvious, the loud vibrations that immediately grab our attention. We make up stories about the things that jar us, stories that make sense to our minds because our minds are suspiciously susceptible. We make up stories about the intent of others, meanwhile, we don't even look at our own intentions. We're grown toddlers roaming around without a compass, or, with a compass we were given by other toddlers who thought they understood the nature of reality and made a commercial about it. We try to create things that might mean something - be...

4am again, Attempting to explain to myself what the silence is saying...  Energy streams through every pore, and I can feel the Field, almost tangibly - I t seems like the torus is larger than it was, or at least I sense it more. It once felt like an aura about a foot around my body, yet now an infinite awareness that needs grounding. If not, it will just keep flying outward and forging inward with no real result, nothing 'useful' to gain except a momentum into and out of nothingness and all.  But, the expectation of usefulness is an old paradigm based on lack. Like, what's the point of doing anything unless it produces something worthy of knowing or creating? And then, what to do with that knowledge or creation? A continuous loop of doing/getting/using/discarding on the path to somewhere else... It's a disease. The narcissists of world dominance have convinced most of us that unnecessary labour towards unlimited growth is a thing. I stopped trying to convince myself th...

  As a writer, have you ever come to an infinite point where you feel that no combination of words can adequately convey your ideas? In the past, as I experimented with different forms of writing, there was a sense of being comfortable in whatever snippets I could muster. It didn't really matter if anything made complete sense to me or anyone, or not. That was fine. Then I got on a stream-of-consciousness roll for a while, starting with seemingly fully formed concepts and an outpouring of words I could edit later. It was great, way too many pages though, and I couldn't format it into a logical sequence, no matter how I tried. It became overwhelming. (I don't think in words or images, that's why writing or talking is helpful to define what I'm actually thinking or feeling, however limited and incomplete the communication may be) But now, it's nearly impossible to get any one idea out... It's not as though I've hit a wall or have some block, it's more ...

  We've been sold the idea that caretaking and homemaking are for the less ambitious folks in our society; those who don't have the means or wherewithal for 'real success' - yet it is the very nature of homemaking/caregiving that creates environments everyone can thrive in. When comfort and needs at home are met with the love and commitment of a caretaker, the family becomes whole (this includes chosen families, not just traditional ones), the community prospers, and society progresses; as those who are nurtured outshine those who are not. Outsourcing the essential elements of homemaking creates a commodification of these roles broken down into unemotional categories of cooking, cleaning, organizing, child-rearing, and active empathy - jobs that can be done by anyone needing to work for low wages. These roles are seen as boring and unadventurous, left to the supposed weakest-minded of society, because they're so simple that anyone could do it. But not everyone can d...