My fellow Americans .. One is never too old to learn new concepts and all are free to confess their faults in public as long as it doesn’t threaten National Security (or even if it does if you don’t mind being tortured.) Something that has bothered me for a long time has finally become clear enough to express in English. I had heard the word ‘recalcitrant’ before but I never realized it describes me in a large way. I know that at times, I had “…an obstinately uncooperative attitude toward authority or discipline…” as both my 5th grade teacher (Mrs. Wiggins for La Center Elementary students.) and a few of my old bosses could tell you. As a practitioner of a “Christianized” form of Falun Dafa, I remind you that Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance and other Human ideals are not typical of non-human entities such as governments and corporations. Christianity, Buddhism, Taoism and many others are under attack by organized collections of confused individuals that resort not to the best of human natures, but to the worst.
To my grade school com padres, I apologize for all those times I cried in front of the whole class. I remember the bewildered looks on your faces while I was getting railed for my “disobedience” or other random act of rebellion. I know it made you all uncomfortable and made you shun me. I remember you all applauding when it was announced that I was finally moving down the road. It has taken the best part of 50 years for me to understand what happened “back there” in the 1950s and 60s. You all need to understand that my brother Dennis and I were in our dad’s loins when he was captured and tortured by the Red Chinese in North Korea. You see, I understood true authority and strict discipline. My dad was a Master Sargent in a very sensitive intelligence unit doing aerial reconnaissance over “enemy” territory during the Korean “Conflict” through which the US was desperately trying to “contain” communism. I don’t think ANYONE really knew what that war was about, but my mom said that the man that came back was not the boy that was sent over there.
I wonder what my life would have been like if he had been allowed to stay over here and play trumpet with a Big Band as his original ambition was. He loved Tommy Dorsey and Benny Goodman and had even gotten a part with Jack Stalcup and his Orchestra before he was conscripted to that stinking “police action” or whatever it was. He was the one that had to “contain” all of the nasty secrets and classified information that he took to his grave in order to honor the oath he was compelled to take. I had to stop asking “why” a long time ago. My dad hated that question.
Now that my feet are shod for the preparation of the Gospel of Peace, I’m finished carrying on the torture of not knowing why we had to grow up under the cloud of secrecy that our own government cast over us. All governments on Earth are evil, especially if they use torture, including ours. It is time to arm ourselves again and fight a whole new kind of battle. The reconciliation of national conflict must take place first in the hearts and minds of the combatants. (…and we are ALL enemy combatants in SOME context…) The Cold War doesn’t end as the politicians and profiteers say – it simply gets colder as the memories fade and the wounds heal.
Meanwhile, as the inner battles rage, we as Neochristians, Buddhist, Taoist and other peace-loving spiritual climbers continue to face the nonscientific world. We “get” that the teachings and traditions are often distorted if not lost altogether by the authoritarian and undisciplined. The discipline is not of word or action until it is of mind and spirit. The mind is the only part of our nature we can change. Growing into higher systems of integrated belief should never be painful for others. The science of self-in-community (Greek Christian – Koinonia) adds to the Buddha Fa in Falun Gong. Collective well-being is a measurable side effect of increased participation. It is well understood that the singularity will not be another individual like Buddha or Jesus, but will be the community of practitioners of the sciences they taught.
In Honor of the author’s dad on Veterans Day (USA) 2015: Thank you Knox E. Quinton for your service to The Country I Grow Into.
I stopped owning a car in 2003. Do the math. I’m just fine having adapted to a whole new life on foot. Walking is so efficient, one is astounded at how the whole world changes from the perspective of a free, liberated Human being walking, talking and living above ground breathing real air. Once you also remove the screen and look into the three-dimensional continuum before your eyes and open your ears to the mockingbird and the sparrows, perhaps you, too will become part of the eternal song. Inside each and every one of us, there is a connection to the eternal divine nature. To regain access to this treasure, we must divest from petroleum’s stranglehold on our collective psyche.
As a species, we have amazing powers especially when we come together. Where I am, there is a Riverside where we shall all gather by and by to share this new way to approach life. When we walk, we assert our own terms and affirm our sovereignty. Once we step out of the car, we can interact with each other without the limitations and restrictions imposed by the absurdity of burning fossils and serving large metallic jails that box us in and separate us from our Creator. When we stop paying attention to corporate propaganda, we regain control of our own lives and become capable again of original thought. When we meet face to face, we will begin to see eye to eye and these wars could eventually end. Who knew?
Liberation begins at the feet and ends in the mind. Those in “power” use mass media to coerce us into doing everything on their terms. They flaunt their presumptuous wealth and material power to subjugate us to their technology and their system of “supply and demand” which makes no real sense. They pit us against each other and cause us to live in fear, suspicion, ignorance and doubt. That’s how they get their power and profit from the complacency of the unwary. Through their contrivances, the whole world is under a “spell” to keep feeding the Beast. The dependence upon cars and televisions is all in the mind. We don’t need either one. We need each other!
As the song says, “We are spirits in the material world” and it’s pretty silly to put ourselves into a system that removes our liberty and sovereignty by creating artificial scarcity and hyper-dependence upon fossil-based lifestyles. With some help from above, I was freed from their trap. Find your feet and you too will be liberated. Find a friend in Jesus and walk as He walked. Wake up to walking, Brothers and Sisters! Meet me down by the riverside.
We are body, mind and spirit,
We are flesh and blood and breath
That’s the trinity that makes us
And guards us until death.
And the Father of the three
Is the Life that circumscribes
Every river, seed and tree,
Every star and all our tribes.
Before Europeans, The Mississippi Basin was home to hundreds of tribes of stone age people living in relative harmony with the land and each other. With no concept of ownership, no idea about property rights, no notion of state, no high-tech agriculture, no aerial photography…
…they understood the importance of stream confluences on a spiritual level. Continue reading
Joseph Campbell in Monomyth: The Hero’s Journey describes a set of principles that every hero embraces to get ready for his or her adventure into the unknown. He asserts that the act of being born into this world is a heroic act in itself that we all experience when we leave our mother’s womb. As we grow, we develop courage and personal responsibility so that we can face whatever trials, temptations or nemesis we were destined, designed or otherwise bound to face. Once we achieve the victory, we return to the “ordinary” world to bestow the “boon” to others who have not yet embarked on their journey. We’re ALL heroes!
Once you die to self and acknowledge someone bigger is part of you, you are resurrected as part of that someone, thus “arrive” in your final immortal form. As he says, “What is sad about that?”
From my friend’s blog:
“There is no hierarchy of people!”
She was talking about her doctor, an oncologist describing how cool it would be if she and her husband could just have him and his wife as regular friends without the doctor-patient relationship overriding the personal one. Caroline is as much of a “regular” gal as any, and having followed her honest simple writing style for a good while, I have easily concluded that if I were to meet her in “real life” she would be a total delight. Her writing is candid, complete and very well composed. Don’t take my word for it. Just click and see the whole context of her heart, mind and soul that she pours into the stream each time she posts. The point, though:
“…there is something even more important than the here and now! Something far greater than community! There are friends. Higher, in another circle is family, and in another greater realm is the body of Christ!”
Now what is she talking about? What can be greater than the principle building block of civilization itself, community? We all know what a circle of friends is, but what is this “realm” of which she brings up here and in other posts? To answer these questions, we’ll have to turn to a very controversial book, the New Testament.
There… That should filter out about 40% of the Internet… <to be continued…>