[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
Ah, the wonders of being able to indulge in completely free thought. Doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant occupation, it means it’s the way to discover how human one is, or has become... or perhaps how one has even passed that point and entered into a whole new realm of awareness: beyond human.
I have been out on the River lately, a much needed escape from Matrix reality to find my own, deeper, primordial roots in earth and in water. The new kayak performs wonderfully – like an intelligent, well-trained water beast, aware of every change in the surface of the water’s currents, and of the wind blowing freely over the much expanded open spaces of the River at seasonal high waters and also aware of its cargo and its purpose.
Out there on the re-emerging sand and gravel bars I can stand away from “the maddening crowd”; free from contact with other Earthians and indulge in the fancies of aloneness. Here I can find myself looking with equanimity or a semblance thereof at my remembrances (pasts) and my futures as the so-called “now” flashes imperceptibly beneath my feet and above my head.
This I have learned, that aloneness and its attendant emotion, loneliness, is of absolute importance and necessity to anyone who would learn how to live, how to age developmentally; how to look upon the land, not as something to be exploited, nor as something akin to deity, but as part of the web of one’s life, one’s death, one’s transference or transcendence into pure mind. I could never look into the sky and “see” when others are present. It’s too much like a dozen scatter-brained grade school kids trying to cram together to look in a telescope: no one sees anything in the scuffling. And to an empath, “scuffling” is as good a description of Earthian group thought as anything. Most of it is a jockeying for some sort of blind supremacy and utterly meaningless in the greater scheme of things.
Aloneness equals purity of thought. Here in the sun and wind, whipped by flying sand and surrounded by the scents of drying mud banks, willows and cottonwoods bursting new leaves from the richness of recently deposited mud, whatever thoughts you use to pillar yourself, these are necessarily your own constructs. I think, therefore I am. Certainly, that is a truism, but I think my own thoughts, based on set purpose, therefore I develop a knowledge of who I am – isn’t that the next step in the evolution of one’s mind – which equals the evolution of one’s self?
In the freedom that comes from being alone and utterly uninhibited, thoughts always, of necessity, transcend the gross limitations of one’s physical surroundings and one’s life time, inexorably moving towards the concept of death, then of its aftermath. This has always been the jealously guarded area of the priesthood. When their control over man’s death thoughts began to slip, the Matrix quickly inserted another kind of priest to “guide” man’s thinking about death: the “humanist” scientist, or rather, the pseudo-scientist with his theories and insistence that “life” is just pure biological happenstance and by simplistic extrapolation, that man is nothing more than a robot, at best an android contraption designed for no reason by a blind and meaningless cosmos.
The worlds are made of thoughts, not of fortuitous combinations of atoms, nor of divine will. I don’t really care how the universe came into being because I have rejected all interests in controlling agendas. Religious people foist their beliefs on others, often in gruesome and violent ways. Scientists and so-called “humanists” are now doing the same, brainwashing young generations with the idea that they are no more than puppets who cannot possibly ever claim to have individual, personal thoughts that aren’t part of the collective. These are powerful political agendas of population control. How do I know this? Listen to them, or read their words and you sense the angry “urgency” not meant to teach new and wonderful concepts of personal freedom, but to denigrate religion and spirituality in order to take its place as a Power and major player in determining man’s future.
Out here in the ever-changing, challenging and impersonal bits and pieces of a nature utterly dependent upon the seasonally changing flow of the River free thought is not only possible, it’s the path out of the Matrix labyrinth. This it has shown me: that at conception the man being is given a programming, an implant if you will, that keeps his mind from birth to death, unaware that his entire life is spent fruitlessly, aimlessly wandering around in a maze that has but one exit: death. This is the over-riding, collective belief. Rare have been, rarer even today, those who realize this is a massive conspiracy of mind control. How many individuals seriously tackle to thorny issue of life after death? How many try to reason it out using all the information available to them? Do they not simply, comfortably (or not!) accept the simplistic explanations allowed by the Matrix: a divinely controlled eternity in some unknown, unfathomable heaven (or hell) or the complete end of one’s beingness at physical termination or reincarnation under some rule of karma no individual has any control over.
I don’t get all weepy over nature when out there alone with it. I don’t see nature as being essentially any better than man, though I don’t see the depth of depravity of mind (evil) in it that is blatantly obvious in man. Nature is cruel and stupid. It is opportunistic, blindly obedient to forces it doesn’t care to understand and unwilling unless pushed by greater force, to change its patterns. For years I have traveled the local rivers and hidden places and except for man’s usually destructive encroachments, I never saw any real change take place until recently; until “climate change” became one of those greater natural events that is forcing the smaller parts to adapt or die.
Ah yes, adapt or die. That is the great lesson man has studiously refused to accept despite the many “invitations” he’s been presented with in order to think about change. But that brings me back to my original statement: you cannot think freely in the company of others who are slaves of the Matrix and whose thoughts are not their own but those of a System intent on maintaining itself in power. To discover the depth of this control it is necessary to go out alone, somewhere, anywhere, away from all and develop the courage to look into one’s self no matter what is found there.
Nature has many faults but unlike man it does not hide from itself. This is what can be learned from nature: to open, like a flower in the morning sun and let fresh thoughts, the pollinators of new life, flow through, cleanse and teach. To reiterate, this is not necessarily a comfortable exercise, just absolutely necessary in finding personal freedom.
A glimpse at the River – June 16, 2015 (full size image available on demand)