The Heart speaks a language that two deceiving lips can not conceal!
To be in judgement of thee is to be in judgement of me. So let me begin.
“Once man knows God he will not beg,” says Emerson. So as I read and comprehend that phrase I say all of a man’s actions will be a prayer. God is the all being, the source, the energy. So thereby doing certain things good or bad we become those things. And in that we are praying by our deeds and actions. Oh, and I did say “Let Thy Work be Thy Prayer”.
We laugh looking askance at the tribal men and women of our ancestry, dancing with the stamp of the feet and the wiggle of the waist; then again we fail to see our foolish ways. These men and women are in prayer.
Not one word is spoken, outside of a primitive tribal shriek of excitement, which bellows out more scripture then 1000 preachers, at one pew, at one church, at the same time, so silently.
We walk blindly and only see what our entrapped minds allow us to see. Our food dulls our sense of smell and taste, loud noises dulls our hearing, televisions and movies blows out the wick of the candle in both irises.
Man has become an automaton, treading the earth in a calculated destruction. He creates chemicals that destroy the oxygen that consummate his life. Creates governments and has rule and power over both sides. Yet he adamantly preaches checks and balances in the University where “true” understanding is capped at the level of the dunce.
In an era where true conversations acquiesce, and nonsense and foolishness is in the spotlight, we’ve become great imitators. But whom are we imitating, but those who are following customs laid before their own feet, unchecked?
Deep within I scream in horror at the repeated phrases of great men, past and gone, in the mouth of a fool, who can’t preach it well for lack of true comprehension. To comprehend well you must experience much, yet your experiences will be much different, but similar.
Life is a maze encumbered by journeymen and sheep. The true man on the journey explores her stripped of any descriptions, whilst the sheep graze and feed straightforward into brick walls and revolving doors.
LET THY WORK BE THY PRAYER
The Cow with the Golden Milk
On a farm on a bright summer day.
Sat Farmer Charles James and his son on a bale of hay.
Look at Tracie the cow more precious than silk.
Yes, said his father. That’s the cow with the golden milk. Wow! Said his son. Golden milk from a cow! Yes, said his father. But let me explain now.
There are two choices you have on this farm son. You can have the cow that produces the golden milk or the Golden milk itself, but you must choose one.
With the golden milk you could purchase all that you can ever dream of. You can buy homes and cars and vacations, all kinds of stuff. The sky’s the limit, whatever your heart’s desire. But one day that golden milk will expire.
Wow, so all that I have would be lost, because the milk would expire and I couldn’t pay the cost?
That’s right son, because of your losses you would be quite sore; but if you owned the cow that produces the golden milk you could always produce more.
I came to the fork in the road and I went straight. Yeah– I like to blaze my own trail!
I’m not Writing just to say I’m Right!!
Like most people that blog, I write because I love to write. In other words, it’s just an opinion—my opinion. And an opinion is just that, a person’s view based on the knowledge that they have at hand.
Sometimes I find that I am wrong and I adjust. The factual information was just not readily available to me at the time or I just ignored the obvious, so I may state things that may ruffle a few feathers here or there. But is that all so bad if it warrants a correction from my audience? No! I learn a lot from my fellow bloggers, those that agree and those who might disagree. When a question arises, I examine my thoughts, compare it to the facts they present, and no offense is taken because of that correction. It’s a free education. Lol!
What makes it all worth the trouble is the fact that we can all bounce ideas (Opinions) off of each other, no matter how absurd, and just maybe, we will all begin to think. Well–at least just a little.
I figured I would post the idea that most of us are not experts, just a few good people with big ideas to post on a forum such as WordPress.
I heard a comment the other day and it stopped me dead in my tracks–well at least mentally. This comment has probably been repeated for ages but the person that said it spoke with so much conviction that I don’t think they knew the impact it had on a serious listener. This individual, like most people, was spewing out things so fast, I don’t think they noticed the heart intervening with their rant when they mentioned the word; L.O.V.E. This person seemed to think L.O.V.E. doesn’t exist anymore. They thought that things were somehow better in the old days. I bet people in the old days probably thought the same thing, but that’s beside the point.
This rant from this stranger got me to thinking about the hypnotic rhythm mentioned by the late Napoleon Hill in his latest book. Might I add early, this book is not for the simple-minded or the faint of heart. You must be truly committed to self-examination to find the treasure that is within this book which was written in the late 1930’s to 40’s but wasn’t published until 2011. But this idea of a hypnotic rhythm stuck with me the most and like most thinkers I delve deeper, not in the book per se, but into my own mind. And what I found in that attic was startling. There were more questions than insight. Questions such as; What if there is a natural flow of things and I have been all wrong? What if everything– is just energy, positive and negative? And– why do our societies seem to perpetuate the negative? And lastly– who else knows what I know?
Now these questions can be quite scary for the person who lives an idle life and conforms to tradition. And on the other hand a major confirmation for those who “think”. What I mean is–it’s hard to go around loving everyone like a hippie when there is no love returned. But it’s necessary and could offset some of the tragedies we’ve seen throughout history.
As far as positive and negative, I think we absorb what we chose to absorb. It is all part of life, the good and the bad. The only thing about that is, after doing a certain thing for so long it becomes a rhythm that we cannot break away from, called habit. And remember the little ones we have in training, they’re watching and learning.
How about our society’s love of the negative aspect of things? There seems to be a lot of thrill seekers in the world. People seem to be in love with fear and violence. I think this perpetuation of the negative forces people towards what they think is a safer alternative. The problem is the alternative can be just as deadly for one. And secondly, they are not in control of their own lives. Someone else is making the decisions for them. How many people, can actually say, that they live a life, that they have fully examined, and that this life they chose was made by them only? Not many, and I am certain of that. So evaluate your fears and see if the alternative is any better. As a matter of fact, decide for yourself, from the many choices under the sun, the true path that resonates with your heart.
Now for the last question; who else knows what I know? For starters, I’m not one for conspiracy theories. Why? Because, I believe at any time you can walk away from all labels, dogmas, and external distractions that were inherited by you after birth. But there seems to be a fear of a secret society, and I’m not saying that it doesn’t exist. I’m just saying that there is no secret unless you are conforming. Even joining such groups is a form of conformity. There’s rituals, and sayings and symbols. Who came up with this stuff? And why is using your mind to think for yourself such a problem? The rhythm of love has always been there, it just has been silenced the more we become advanced as human beings. L.O.V.E. does exist. You must choose. These are just thoughts.
After reading the Alchemist three times, I must admit, I’m intrigued by it even more than the first read. There’s soo much meat there for a serious observer, or for one who thinks. All sorts of ideas and concepts can be drawn from this little tale. I for one think about the idea of the heart, and how it can be hardened by fear alone. Or– how it can tell you of yourself and your destiny if you take the time to look beyond your fears and keep focus on your treasure. The Alchemist is able to turn a mere piece of metal to gold, says the myth. So– in a way we should be performing that same miracle. We should strip away the junk and garbage that we allow to pollute our minds and bodies. The heart speaks a language soo softly, that the polluted mind can’t hear, better yet, comprehend. Some call it intuition, I say it’s the soul of the world, with our hearts standing as commander.We should be looking beyond our fears and developing a heart of gold, it’s magical.
Rene Descartes supposedly penned the quote ” I Think; Therefore I Am”, and I’m not too sure who placed the word DANGEROUS on there but it got me to thinking, but I’m not DANGEROUS! Unless you consider thinking of ways to make the world better through good deeds and kind words as being DANGEROUS, then I am guilty. Or that we should all understand that we are all human-beings, beyond Color, or Continent, then I’m guilty of that too! How about LOVE, I’m guilty of Loving everybody too, but I’m not DANGEROUS!
Maybe it’s the fact that I like to think before I act and I keep opening my big mouth (blogging), about the idea of Thought and how we should be continuously thinking for ourselves, and questioning everything? Or the fact that a society that is “Dumbed-Down”, is easier to control, and I write about that also. I did write earlier about the “Human Commodity”, didn’t I? We seem to live in a society that loves to create division, and I guess a man or woman who thinks, will see the part they play in the world, and in turn will embrace everyone as a brother and sister. I guess that can be DANGEROUS!!
You know—I’ve been working 24 years of my life so far. And you know what I’ve noticed? I’ve noticed that people for the most part are great people. They love their families, their community, and their country, but sometimes, just sometimes, they can become a—pain. They’re aggravated, and I don’t think they know why. I can relate, because at some point in my life I was walking around aggravated—totally pissed-off at my circumstances. Until I found out that it wasn’t the circumstances, it was me!. I was just plain bored! And my aggravation was just my subconscious trying to get it through my “thick”—skull. It was trying to give me a swift kick in the backside so I would wake up! Begging me to wake up out my sedentary lifestyle and search for true meaning, meaning that resonates with my spirit, my soul. I guess that makes me one of the “lucky” ones—well not really lucky, but it is a blessing to be able to know why you are feeling aggravated. Pardon the cliché: ‘ Knowing is half the battle”. Now that I know, I can start trying to do something about it. This is where all the hard work and determination comes into play. I sure feel sorry for the person who knows their ailment but sit and does nothing about it. They’ll probably complain about something or someone, but they won’t take a close look at themselves. Just a thought…