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Interzone / Jaguar.
« on: August 27, 2013, 05:10:05 AM »
I dreamed, last night, that beyond my woodshed, where garden gives way to forest, a Jaguar presented itself to me.
I say presented, because this was precisely what it did. It stood, grinning faintly, all teeth and spotty camouflage.
It was redder than Jaguars generally are, but it could have been nothing else.

I was aware of the advisability of arming myself, with some makeshift weapon or other, although I really didn't feel inclined to, and the creature appeared to offer no threat.

To a crow, this was clearly a totem spirit animal. With a message, a test, and a gift.
Heroism and valour. Grace and power. Poise and agility. But little endurance.
Fierce and lethal, but get the job done fast, before energy fades.
Do the deed from behind, not full frontal assault.
Meter out energy. No unnecessary motion.
Stealth and patience. Silence and senses.

Absolutely no deathmetal :)

Mostly a totem animal will appear in the flesh.
But those that appear in dream or trance, must, not being indigenous to the target's location.
I've never even seen a Jaguar, let alone dreamed of one.

Interzone / A.D.
« on: August 22, 2013, 04:47:22 PM »
The mind finally stops. Then what?
That depends.
Did you create anything useful, in life? Anything that would outlive you?
Did you give birth to, successfully raise, and set free a soul?
If you did, you are - literally - laughing.
The soul is you, and you it.
Now it is everywhere. Always.
Not 'you', but far more than 'you' ever were.
Your own, unique, essential contribution.

Or did you produce nothing?
Oh well. Lights out.

Interzone / Is your woodshed half-empty, or half-full?
« on: August 19, 2013, 05:58:37 PM »
You probably don't heat with wood.
In which case, you probably don't have a woodshed.
But if you did, and if you had one, at what point would you consider your woodshed 'full'?
Let's say, for an average winter, you would need 40% of your woodshed filled.
Let's also say, that you had a large-enough forest, upon which to draw.
Bearing in mind that it takes a considerable investment in time and effort, along with a certain amount of risk, to get those trees, from where they are, to a split and stacked state in your shed.
Would you invest in machinery, other than a chainsaw?
Or even a chainsaw?

My woodshed is, at present, about 95% full, while nearby, there are many huge rounds of fir, stacked under a tarpaulin, with several raccoons living among them. Each round is about as much as I can move.
I have, in addition, a drying-shelter, standing empty. It could easily hold another 30% of the woodshed's capacity.

If my situation was your situation, what would you do?
Smile smugly at what is probably three winter's supply of ready wood?
Worry about a possible Ice Age?
Haul, split, and stack every available round?
Fell a few more dead trees, cut them into rounds, and store them, too?
Or completely ignore everything, until you start shivering?

Interzone / Superior? To what?
« on: August 19, 2013, 05:47:38 AM »
Humans assume their superiority over every other living creature.
If they even notice the Earth, they assume they are superior to it.
Most obviously, they feel superior to each other. But most attempt to disguise this.

But what human swims as well as a fish, flies as well as a bird, or burrows as well as a rabbit?
We have machines for that. Tools of all types. But we are the only creatures that need them.
A hare lays down and flattens the grass to the shape of its body. This is all the home it needs.
Crabs grow their own homes. Wasps make theirs from wood and spit.
One thing you can say about humans: they need a lot of stuff.
Nothing else does.

Many religions propose the idea of reincarnation, and this assumes a gradual rise from lesser to greater.
Lesser being slugs and mice. Greater being human.
I wonder. Maybe it's the other way around.

Interzone / Morphine: the good, the bad, and the ugly.
« on: August 16, 2013, 07:14:49 PM »
When I was sixteen, I once downed a whole bottle of a certain cough-medicine, because I had heard you could get "a really nice stone, man".
It was true. I spent the whole day blissfully cocooned in warm, fuzzy cotton-wool.
It contained morphine, of course, and ever since, I've had this inclination to experience it again.

I've recently had the most extreme pain imaginable, owing to two abscessed front teeth, one on top, one on the bottom, both at the same time. Both were root-canalled on the same appointment, without anaesthetic.
My very odd dentist generously prescribed me the strongest painkillers he could, and advised me to use with caution.

Well. Owing to the degree of pain, I failed, entirely, to experience any pleasure from the drug. All there was, was the agony, and as far as I could tell, the drug didn't do much to block it, but instead, went some way towards rendering me unable to care about it.

Until today. Suddenly, the pain receded into the manageable zone, and finally I was left with the morphine stone. Which I found (and find) very interesting...

I hate it!

I feel uncoordinated and bleary. Shaky and ill-at-ease. Dopey and detached.
No sign, at all, of the safe and cosy warmth I remembered from my teenage years.
And so I have this to observe:

Morphine is wonderful, when your life is so horrible that it makes you feel blissful.
And it is horrible, when your life is actually blissful.

Interzone / Your Soul.
« on: August 02, 2013, 03:13:02 AM »
Do you have a soul? Are you sure? How would you know?

Somewhere, sometime, somehow, you may become impregnated, by a word, a sound, a sight, or an idea. This seed may never amount to anything. Or it may take root, and begin to grow. If it does, you will be on a journey, which is a process, very much like a pregnancy.

Given the right conditions, the seed will flourish and consume much of the life you would have been having, if it were not for this other life, growing inside you.

At some point, if you live a reasonably healthy life, are reasonably pure of heart, and are reasonably ready, the seed will - quite suddenly - stop being a seed, and will be born. This will accompany a magnificent insight, illumination experience, or transcendent revelation. Still, the process is not complete...

Like any baby creature, it must be nurtured, protected, nourished and loved.
Many years may pass, until, once again, if conditions are right, the child will mature.

The moment that newly mature soul leaves the body, flies free into the cosmos, and becomes everything, is a moment that will never leave you. It is, in actual fact, rebirth.

This is what is metaphorically referred-to as eternal life. This soul is you, but without the trappings you always associated with being 'you'. It will have no identity, or personality, as you know it. But it will be forever unique, regardless.

Your job done, your purpose fulfilled, you will live out the rest of your physical life. Your soul has departed, but since it is now everything, everywhere, always, it will continue to reside within. It will remain, it will endure, it will be.

While you are left knowing.

Interzone / Some folks are just too thick to survive.
« on: July 25, 2013, 10:26:06 PM »
Two women became lost, while hiking.
After being rescued, and returned to their vehicle, they immediately drove down a boat ramp, and into the ocean, whereupon they both drowned.
There's just no helping some people...


Interzone / 23 degrees: feels like 28 degrees.
« on: July 21, 2013, 11:52:42 PM »
Is there any limit to the distance humans put between themselves and reality?
I've noticed a ludicrous trend that has been becoming ever more ludicrous over several years:
The minimal reporting of what instruments tell us, and what it (apparently) feels like to us.

Minus 5 degrees: feels like minus 20.
2mm. rainfall, feels like 2 feet.
Sunny periods expected: UV danger extreme.
Risk of light breezes.
Stay indoors: thunderstorms a possibility...

I actually enjoy this thing so many seem scared to death of: reality.
Then again, I was always different.

Interzone / Flying Away.
« on: July 18, 2013, 01:06:00 AM »
It's not often you get to comfort life as it leaves, for good.
My Nuthatch has been a friend for two years. During that time, she raised four healthy broods of young, two per brood. She would sit on my hand and choose a choice nut, every morning, and return often, to the feeder, all day, every day.
She's been going downhill for a few weeks, and perched beside her latest perfect babies, it was quite evident.
Today, she sat steadfastly in the feeder and wouldn't move. when I offered her more nuts, she landed in my hand, poked about, and decided it was too hard to eat anything. She just sat, and wouldn't move.
For a few hours, I held her, while she hunkered down, leaving me to do what I could, around the garden, with only one hand.
An hour ago, she spread her wings, arched her back, fluttered a bit, and died.

Looking up, high into a sunlit Hemlock, a glittering jewel caught my eye, refracting the sun's rays, like a multi-faceted diamond, sparkling all the colours of the rainbow.
I don't know what it was. A drop of resin, catching the light? An iridescent hummingbird, angled just so?
Or maybe the most obvious thing of all: the eternal soul of a tiny life, on its way into everything.

I wandered out to the sacrificial stump, where all meat scraps and newly-dead things are laid, for the ravens and vultures to snack. Pausing a few feet away from two baby raccoons, playing by the pond.

Peace settles after such an event. Beyond sadness, and untouched by it.
All is well, one dimension away from the insane and rather insignificant fragment of life that is the domain of humans.

Interzone / Happiness?
« on: June 17, 2013, 08:23:09 PM »
Many say: "Nothing will bring you happiness".
But the truth is: nothing WILL bring you happiness.

Interzone / Misspent energy.
« on: June 08, 2013, 08:12:21 PM »
People expend an inordinate amount of energy carefully appearing to not be what they are, while appearing to be something they are not.
Like most, I spent many years being solely ego-driven and self-centered. While being savvy enough to know I would be better served to not appear to be these things.
Nowadays, after enormous effort, I have reached a state of not being ego-driven and self-centered, with the paradoxical consequence of no longer being savvy enough to try to appear to not be what I now am.

When one succeeds in becoming admirable in one's own eyes, rather than merely giving others that impression, one forgets the social rules that dictate that how one appears is far more important - to others - than what one actually is.

Development costs considerable energy.
Maintaining the appearance of non-existent development also costs considerable energy.
To what end is that energy best spent?

Interzone / Blah-Blah.
« on: May 26, 2013, 08:18:17 PM »
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah bleh,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah bluh.
Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah,
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blugh!"

Blah blah - blah blah - blah?

Interzone / Dumb-ass!
« on: May 22, 2013, 05:21:55 PM »
What sort of dumb-ass doesn't know what the meaning of life is?
What sort of dumb-ass makes enemies of every potential friend?
What sort of dumb-ass judges everything it sees as either good or bad?
What sort of dumb-ass has opinions about everything?
What sort of dumb-ass knows all it knows from someone else?
What sort of dumb-ass doesn't even know what sort of a dumb-ass it is?

Maybe Wikipedia will have the answer.

Interzone / Uber-elite.
« on: May 22, 2013, 05:09:38 PM »
If you're gonna be part of a a group, and people almost always gravitate to at least one group, then why not belong to the most uber-elite group there is?
Its membership is the smallest, because almost nobody even knows what it is about.
It has no leaders, no hierarchy, and no headquarters.
Now that's a group!

It has only one ritual: to open one's eyes, in the morning, as if for the first time, and realize that one is still not dead, before smiling in gratitude to the Great Is.

Any group needs a name, and the name of this group is 'Reality'.


Interzone / Introspection.
« on: May 21, 2013, 09:43:30 PM »
Either you can do it, or you can't.
And if you can't, you don't even know what it is.

People often say it is impossible for anyone to be objective about themselves.
They can say this because nobody else exists for those people.
Such people see their own experience as the only experience possible. Their view as the only possible view.

When ego runs things, this is so. Ego is perfect. Or so it is convinced. There is nothing to adjust, or develop.
When ego does not run things, one watches one's ego, and rips into it, when it misbehaves.
So what is this 'one' watching one's ego?

If you have no soul, you do not know what soul is.
No words may describe it.
There is no way to know it without beng it.

The good news is that you may - at any moment - spontaneously birth your soul.
But to do so, you must have some interest in doing so.

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