Reconnecting in a C Major

So, matter is just energy condensed, right? (E equals MC squared, and all that). Then we’re all just condensed energy vibrating at a specific frequency. So, if we’re all just vibrating energy, then the vibrations around us affect us more than we know. What I’m getting at? The music you listen to, and the way it vibrates, could be helping or hurting you in ways you can’t even begin to fathom. Might want to reconsider listening to Ke$ha now….

Translated Babbling

I should start writing creatively again. I should start blogging again. Heck, I should start writing creatively AND blogging it! There’s a crazy idea.

Stream of conciousness has never really been my thing, but if Ulysses and Finnegan’s Wake can fill up five hundred pages (each) with it, I might as well give it a try. Heck people might LIKE it. Whoa! nelly. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.

School has ended, summer has begun, and I feel weirdly free. For those of you who know me, you may have noticed I am usually employed, and worry about money a lot. Well, now I am UNemployed, and am worrying about money. Money is much more of a stressful thing to worry about when you don’t have a job. Who knew?

Let me hippie out on you for a moment and digress on astrology: right now, in teh universe, a lot of old, unhealthy cycles are are closing. Lives are ending, relationships are ending, bad habits and bad ways of thinking are ending. And if you don’t proactively close them, they will close themselves (possibly painfully). But these cycles are ending so new ones can begin, so we can grow.

So I’ve decided to try and change the way I interact with money. I’m going to try and be the polar opposite of myself and RELAX, enjoy the sunshine, and life. I’m dedicating myself to the Green Man, that fellow with the face made of vines, who is in charge of making things grow. I want to grow. I want to grow my love, grow my faith, grow my inner peace. Hopefully Greeny’ll lend me a divine watering can.

Cornfield Chronicles: The End

My time among the corn has been terrible, has tested my strength of will, my mental endurance, and the sheer limits of my sanity. Living among the barbarous peoples in the far country of DeKalb has taught me to appreciate the comparatively milder climes and folk of my native Chicago.

I do believe, however, that I will walk away having gained a greater appreciation for a simpler way of life: onE in which excessive grog is gurgled, people live in caves, and great knowledge is doled out in temples to neophytes who do not understand. I have spent my time with the priests, the scholars, and the denizens. I have shared a miserable little cave with one, and come away better appreciating the experience that this group respectively refers to as “kollage.”

As May comes, and the warmer weather winds its way back, I will spend the temperate months at pursuits in which my higher mind is engaged. I am relieved that I will again be among learned city-folk. Do not mistake—I encountered a small number of neophytes (extremely small) that were extremely learned. Then again, they were among the highest echelon of their peers, and readily gained the knowledge of the temples. They, wisely, knew of the barbarity of their surroundings, and were about to set out on their own journey to more civilized climes. Only the ignorant linger.

I do not yet know if I will return after the summer months have fled. To be truthful, I find DeKalb to be a dreadful place—but then again, I have learned so much about base human nature that I may, very well, be doing a disservice to my fellow man in not continuing my research.

Bug-Loving Hippies

Stomping on worms after a rainstorm was my delightful pastime in my childhood; then I became a bug-loving hippie. Nowadays, I emulate Daoist monks, who, when walking, sweep the ground in front of them with palm fronds, so as not to kill God’s smallest creatures. Overcoming the initial “Ew! Icky!” response to insects has been one of my greater challenges.

I began my youth as many American children do: burning anthills with magnifying glasses. I was God, staring down at the pitiful constructs of my creations. I dealt Divine Wrath in laser beams, as at Sodom and Gomorrah! This changed in my teen years, because my form of rebellion was different from most of my peers. I did not get drunk and party, or drive my car really fast; instead, I experimented with alternative religions.

Paganism directed me to Asian philosophies such as Buddhism, Daoism, and Confucianism. One lesson struck me most: all creatures in Creation are equal, deserving life no more and no less than I. If I were to uphold this belief, then I could not go tap-dancing on worms anymore.

A typical reaction to finding a silverfish in the house is to squish its guts out with a napkin. For the five years since I have adopted Eastern philosophies, I have been fighting this impulse. In the beginning, when I saw an insect (with far too many legs) lurking on my ceiling, I grimaced, but let it live—it wasn’t going to kill me in my sleep. Now, in March of 2012 I can look any non-poisonous spider in its eight little eyes and acknowledge it as a fellow being. I certainly do feel more Zen-like.

Acknowledging the sanctity of all life—even the creepy-crawly forms of it—has dramatically shifted my worldview. I can’t expect all humans to hold worms, silverfish, and spiders as sacred. Western philosophy says mankind is the overlord of the Earth, and can do whatever he/she wants with it. This has led us to great advancement, but also great destruction. I submit that Earth (and every life-form on it) would be better off if humans took a bit more care where we drilled for oil, and took more care not to step on bugs.

I have spent five years aggressively pursuing my current state of mind; it will take far longer for the world to come to a similar state, if it ever does at all. Not everybody is meant to be a bug-loving hippie. So don’t expect to see me on a soapbox, singing the values of silverfish, or in the orange robes of a Tibetan monastery with my head shaved. Completely changing one’s worldview takes time. In the meanwhile, I’ll sit in the grass and observe anthills—not as God about to strike them down for blaspheming, but as fellows scurrying about their ways on our Earth. 

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