To All My Exes… Hugs and Kisses

It started when Stevie Nicks sang subtly in my ear… suddenly there I was, reminiscing over past loves. My beating organ pumped lively as I pondered each, one by one. A strangely pure, radiant rush of love for all, regardless if they had held me up or let me fall. Thankful for every little bit of themselves they offered me. From the sweet things that bored into my soul to last forever, and the sour things too that forged me anew. Today I feel gracious for the pieces of us that made us uniquely two for out of that union came a better you-know-who. To all of my exes… hugs and kisses.

Exes...Hugs and Kisses

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Wing-clipped and Caged

Do the pressures to comply with irrational traditions have you feeling a bit crazy? Watch “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”. This film was most certainly adeptly written and directed to, in a nutshell, portray the absurdly, blatant hypocrisy of conformity and how the relentless obsession to be in the position of control can cause one to not only fly over the Cuckoo’s nest but directly into a thick pane of glass. This story is undoubtedly relevant toIndiana Roosterday. And for so long as we humans insist on having control and power over one another, manipulating or forcing upon the masses arbitrary rules of conformity, the story will remain relevant.

By voicing his own opinions, Randal Patrick Murphy frustrated his superiors. Due to his lack of willingness to conform to the flock and fly in an orderly fashion, he was labeled “belligerent”. He was sent for a mental evaluation simply because he “talked when not authorized, [had a] resentful attitude towards work and in general, [for being] lazy”. During his evaluation period he attempted to coexist with the set rules; he tried exercising his democratic rights that were granted, but to no avail. His sane trials of compromise repeatedly met unabated resistance. His continuous display of sanity devoid of obedience ultimately led to his mental demise. Those in control were unable to sway his mind into agreeable conformity. Rather than acknowledge their inability to control, they plundered his mind and irrevocably rendered him forever flightless.

The movie is a truthful predicative tale of how those who are self-willed can be wing-clipped, caged, and successfully suppressed in ways that are most detrimental to the human spirit. The sad fable even demonstrates that even democracy, at its simplest ideal, cannot be upheld if those in power disagree. The sane, which do not conform, can easily be deemed crazy or tagged dangerous; thus pigeonholed into a role of a person in need of help. What a sad realization it is to connect this entertaining Hollywood movie to the simple, basic plight of man’s ongoing desire to be individualistic and free.

Freedom of Speech Unmuffled

Frustrated from conditional restraint,

Constitution says you are free but you ain’t.

What good are words for when no one listens?

The day our stand prevails our freedom glistens.

Emotions are free to flow through our veins,

Now in words our desires spread like flames.

Beware of the freedom and for what it entails,

Imminently your words may lead you to jails.

With purity of cause and rights of voice,

Peacefully we stand for the rights of choice.

“To get our rights we’ll have to shout” (Mandel)

Know your truth and let it out!

“A self which does not transcend itself is dead” (Boyle)

Choose your own direction and don’t be led.

Tomorrow’s path is still unknown,

Poets’ prose of past to us they have shown,

“Poetry is for the people and it should represent the people” (Boyle)

Therefore, summon upon the spitfire found deep in your essence,

Let your voice be heard for it solidifies your presence.

And So it Goes

Rise before the sun shines, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Brew the perfect cup of coffee and enjoy sipping it while birds sing their songs welcoming morning. The sky is blue decorated with white, fluffy clouds hanging daintily from its ceiling like ornaments. Outside the earth accepts the sun’s rays and happily molds the golden light into shiny, shimmers of hope for all the world’s inhabitants. We pause for a brief moment to stand by the open window and inhale the day’s promise deep into our lungs, an attempt to fill our presence with enough of this virtuous essence to last until tomorrow. Man’s clock doesn’t stop however. We are programmed to step in time with it. Only minutes left before we must begin another man-made day made just like yesterday. Turn on the tube for the most recent news; teen robbers, domestic shootings, kidnapping of family members, flooded communities, casualties of war, nuclear contamination, and White House stale-mate stories quickly crowd our hope-filled souls. Silently and without awareness of it, the weight of man’s decisions are upon us. These burdens covertly settle inside our thoughts like a talcum powder atop a fleeting memory. Unknowingly we traverse through our universe appalled by what we continue to witness feeling helpless to make a difference. We bury our guilt and customarily put on our best happy face before we head out. And so it goes.

We are running late. Driving to point B with a blinding focus that dangerously hinders our mindfulness, we rush into work questioning to ourselves, “Was that light green or red?” and “How did I get here?” 4,380 days have gone by rushing into this place and you think they would remember the first day you stepped foot into their building. The sacrifices you have made; lost time with your family, missed reunions, passed up vacations, and most importantly – your willingness to continue choosing them over you. Today you arrive to find it the same as yesterday; nothing has changed. Well, except the people maybe, but the positions, the titles, the cubicles, the offices, and the duties remain the same. Your anniversary feels more like a sentence without a chance of parole, but you press forward refraining from pondering your childhood dreams – afraid to take inventory because you fear discovering yourself empty and hollow – devoid of any unique aspirations belonging solely to yourself. Childhood dreams and goals are long gone and mostly forgotten. You regularly rise and partake in man’s reality, which is not reality at all but merely a projection of what many think it should be. You are unsatisfied and unhappy but you cannot be true to yourself, for to do so would mean disappointing so many others; like your Boss, Co-Workers, Partner, Parents, and Children. They count on your bi-weekly monetary contribution to have and live the way they feel they must. In order to be successful in their eyes, you proceed to live a dead life while the lively one you possess inside slowly dies. And so it goes.

The pink slip you receive is detrimental to your family’s financial livelihood. Without your income your worth lessens. No longer considered an asset to those around you, your value is reduced to a burden. Your spouse alone cannot support the lifestyle the family has become accustom to. Unable to remove society’s veil he is wired to keep his possessions by whatever means possible and at whatever cost. His foundation for life is fragile for it was built with man-made materials and not earthly values. Lacking the strength to uphold moral codes the mortar crumbles. He sweeps up crumbs of the concrete casa and seeks refuge in another’s seemingly safe haven. In time your children want the material things that only he can provide. Lost are your chances to instill in them humanly attributes that will build them up enough to withstand our man-made society full of arbitrary goals and unnecessary pressures. What will they do when it collapses as it did around you? Without a strong sense of what is most important they will continue to thirst and chase the mirage. And so it goes.

Material possessions and rose-colored glasses removed you are blessed with the sight of youth, seeing the same old things with rejuvenated eyes. No longer blinded by superficial gains but driven by spiritual needs. Life slows down giving you more time to discover your higher self. Lost spirits looking for man-made constructs continue to pass you up; another blessing. Time is now your friend. Life is quaint as you listen to the birds outside your window. You are no longer devastated by the loss of what so many feel is necessary because you have found what many may never find, sight into a world of hope, innocence, and promise that goes beyond a day; beyond false perspectives of success. Today’s gift is the present. The feeling of love for yourself, the world, and all its inhabitants is so grand that as your heart expands to envelop all that it is, your eyes weep with the love that overflows. Your wish is to embrace each soul on earth and lift the veil for each and every one. But this newfound awareness cannot be conveyed by words alone. It must be discovered by the individual himself by the choices that are made, which places them in the self-created predicaments we find ourselves in. One man-made day will render us with no other alternative but to see the truth in the world as it really is and as it should be. And so it goes.

No Escape Into the Wild

The story of Christopher McCandless (Into the Wild) is an accounting of Christopher’s search for reality; that of which is the state or quality of being real. To him, nothing could be more real than the existence of life before man’s imprint, the wild. Falsehoods created by man taunted McCandless to flee the mundane, yet chaotic dilemmas of human life. Returning to nature was SuperTramps’ road to finding truth, to finding himself. This journey that ultimately led to his death was his personal salvation and therefore can be considered a success. But, his attempt to live completely outside of civilization can be interpreted as unsuccessful.

 

It is true that Christopher McCandless endured isolation while inhabiting a desolate bus not far from civilization. A feat, in and of itself, that most may not have been able to conquer. The facts remain however, that the bus and its contents the rice, the gun, and the tools that he used derived from civilization. Even if he had used more primitive methods of surviving, any use of man-made tools or techniques would still lead back to some civilization, tribal or otherwise; thus proving that today, it is impossible to live outside civilizations’ influences.

 

Consider those who live in huts made from brush who have no running water or electricity. Technology as we know it is not a pertinent determinant when concluding whether or not a people are civilized. The most barbaric of peoples exhibit civilization when they progress in ways of tool making, communication, etc. This progression is natural to man and cannot be undone nor can it be purposefully forgotten.

 

Considering civilization in your world, as you know it, can we still escape from all that hustle and bustle? Can you live in the wild without civilized gear? I do not believe we can. Even if we traveled to the utmost remote location, the airplane and the satellite still flies overhead and the waterproof matches still ignite.

 

There is no escaping the civilization that we have collectively built.

 

 

Trees and Rivers: A Sojourn in Animism

To gaze naively at your surroundings is like looking one again, through the eyes of a young child. A child, prior to the embedding of a particular culture consisting of social customs and taboos, is a soul in its present state with a perspectiveTrees and Rivers 2017-06-24 clear of civilized theories. Ideals that assume “… only humans have intelligent souls, and that the other animals, to say nothing of the trees and rivers, were created for no other reason than to serve mankind” (The Ecology of Magic by D. Abram); a view empty of such impressions allows the beholder to experience the natural phenomena, Animism.

Animism is the belief that natural objects, and the universe itself have souls and that the soul is the principle of life and health. Take time to smell the roses is more than a simple cliché; it is a ritual that should be practiced each and every day.

When we pause and allow ourselves time to bask in Mother Earth’s maternal embrace, we experience the gift of youthful sight. It is then, during those precious moments, that we remember how necessary our relation with nature truly is.

 

Relevantly Insignificant

The individual is insignificant to the masses; the masses are insignificant to the individual. Generations have come and gone before us and we will come and go before future generations. We do not know the past as they did and likewise, the future will not know us as we do. Multitudes of statistics are given as an insight to the reality that we are insignificant to each other even as we co-exist together. We literally live atop previous civilizations only to be lived upon by progressing civilizations. Annie Dillard, author of The Wreck of Time, surmises that we are not extraordinary but merely ordinary and that the cycle of life and death on this earth is never-ending.