At the ripe old age of 81.5, I’ve been telling friends and family, near and far, for a few years now — (officiously, pretentiously, tongue in cheek — but not really!) that, “As a PhD ‘philosopher’ (ahem), my most important philosophical remark, the one I want put on my tombstone is this”:
What we are doing on this planet is
moving stuff around.
And . . .
it’s always, ALWAYS —
just an excuse
for relationships.
“Stuff” (or what Clif High would call “grit,”) i.e., matter, and its various permutations; for humans, “embodiment.” And by “stuff” I also include any left brain concoction, including language, “ideas,” “rules” (logic and otherwise) etc. Obviously, what we call “money” (see yesterday’s post) and other man-made abstractions also fall into this realm of manifestation, maya. All STUFF! Even when we can’t see, feel it, taste or touch it!” If it originates in the left brain (itself “stuff”), then it too, is STUFF.
Likewise, any thing, visible or invisible (e.g. stocks, bonds, crypto, derivatives, money, etc.) that can be perceived (and thus valued) as either too much or too little, subject to our made-up notions of “relative scarcity,” thus used in this culture to determine “value” for our independent individual selves, all falls into the realm of (mere) “stuff.”
In the spirit world, on the other hand, we have no need for stuff to glue us together or tear us apart.
In the spirit world we are always in relationship to others as aspects of the whole, communing telepathically, currents of Love fueling and flowing through the infinite oceanic mystery.
Here, on Earth, as embodied beings, we experience grief when we lose something or someone (or an animal, like little puppy Shadow, who left his body three weeks ago today). It’s our bodies that experience our profound loss, having been imprinted with voluminous memory traces from our embodied time together. Thus, whatever our enculturated, materialistic personalities value, when removed, leaves us relatively devastated.
Okay, so here are a few more memes, to illustrate various aspects of “relationship,” as we move the stuff of our own bodies around, interacting at various levels, with others’, their bodies, in Earth’s life’s entangled, longed for/fear of, mutual, emotional, mental, and spiritual — confusing, nourishing mess!
First off, and most important!
We are driven to relate to others. How else are we to learn about ourselves without the mirror of the other? And yet, for every dizzying “fall” into especially romantic love, there comes, usually, sooner or later, the deeper fall; into despair — when what we assumed, and/or hoped and prayed, would “work out” (meaning, would hold that initial relationship dynamic static, unchanged, “until death do us part”), DOESN’T.
(Funny, we don’t call it rise in love; why not? Because a new romantic relationship forces us, for a year or two, to experience both the extreme deliciousness and frustration our bodies are capable of!)
This is the pivot point. Now what? Are we to sink into permanent despair, isolation, bitterness, split our minds from our bodies once and for all so as not to feel pain again, so as to endure inevitable calcification? Are we to pretend it never happened, and just move on?
Hopefully not. Not if we want to keep growing — until death
when we, our immortal souls,
spiral from our mortal coils.
And what is this temporary life in a body if not carrying the potential for continuous growth, over a long lifetime, in stages — in early years the body, in maturity the mind and heart, and finally, in our crone/elder years, the soul! Wisdom is reached only by truly allowing oneself to fully experience every living being we encounter who moves us, and then to process the inevitably temporary experience.
Usually, it helps to actually process with any person with whom you have suddenly or gradually, found yourself estranged. On the other hand . . .
So here we are, in our messy micellial fields of mutual nourishing glory, learning, over and over again, how to stay centered within even as we find ourselves both thrilled and vulnerable in relation to “the one” (we hope) other.
Sooner or later, if we actually allow the ongoing process of relating to unfold, we begin to realize, as we laugh out loud . . .WE’RE ALL WEIRD!
Unfortunately, even weirdness can go astray, witness the ridiculous trans/woke phenomemon. No matter how an easily “triggered” young person “proudly” and “politically correctly” “identifies” “him”- or “her”- or “them”- self or selves, and not only expects, but tearfully or furiously insists on the exactly the same linguistic (left brain) identification from you — even so, at this point in our all-too-human his-story/her-story, this is still the case:
Transhumanism,
featuring promised magical resurrection and/or conception/reformulation
as a bot
is not yet in even partial display.
In fact, check out where you came from, dum dum.
Biology still rules!
Ach. The absurdity of woke has now led to this, extinction level nonsense.
WAKE UP, FOLKS, WAKE UP!
