BURNING DESIRE

BURNING DESIRE
It is often a burning desire that propels us to take risks to jump out of our comfort form and go beyond the norm …
To be the fastest, to break the latest record from old, or to climb the tallest mountain, why? Because it’s there? Or to be the best, to go for gold …
All is not gold that glitters, but still we reach and persistently search for the sparkles, could it be light we are after, as time is frittered? …
Is it in our software, built in to our consciousness, that promotes the burning desire to prove the impossible possible? …
Is that what evolution is all about, the desire to prove the Universe wrong? To ask the Omniverse to go beyond and give us the urge to flout the establishment and show our inner light?
If it were generally known that our light is within us, therefore no need to search anymore would we cease to look? …
A burning desire can lead to an unrequited love of a kind and its well known consequences: hell hath no fury, like that fire in the mind…
It is not just, but usually, the male that stalks the female from the instinct of many an animal lust, across the kingdoms …
Watching the big bull fight off the younger males vying for the opportunity to mate, the strongest wins, we see from where it hails …
As the exception proves the rule, it is not unknown that the female in heat, normally mild, would make known her burning lust for a male’s desirable seed to create her proposed child …
In our sophistication, the female can now thank and choose the seed to suit her desire, for a particular beauty or intelligence at the bank of sperm …
Why do we in our wisdom try to eliminate chance and to replace it with uncertain certainty? Our lives to enhance? …
When in truth our strength is in our difference, and therefore best left to chance to gain the best, although the best for survival may not please …
Some really believe that they have the handle to assume the power and the mantle of God, as if, as if …
To choose is beyond our petty ploys, our need for joys when it is not even God, but one of God’s children in the form of soul that chooses …
Such choice is complex: the spark from Devine Fire brings a life that desires soul experience, from inheritance, mixed and marked with environments …
Human burning desire is merely a reflection of the soul need, though wrongly directed, and is therefore aptly named burning desire …
Listening to the inner need to find, from soul transmitted through spirit to human consciousness appearing in the mind …
This is the nature of the conversation voicing and listening, remembering and repeating in the mind bringing, the direction of desiring …
Direction to the navigation of the body, leading to the satisfaction, not of any goal, but simple experience, in addition …
Desire is the motivator of the Universe, the urge that propels all to seek betterment in their becoming out of the fire …
Desire that burns cannot be denied, desire for another, unless there is an alternative that turns equally the mind and heart, but who is willing to change one for the other? …
Misplaced lust for love in a mind burning with desire is not something easily to turn away from, appearing as a must, in the mind …
Appearing and disappearing in a mind fraught with the desire of unknown cause and object, a glimpse caught, following instinct …
Not wishing to let go, following the image through all conditions that nature throws, that the mind shows is the right pose! …
Where else to turn? What else to do? How else to placate the fire in the brain the unquenchable flame, how else to obtain inner peace? …
In a life of crevasse upon crevasse, it must seem like an easy way out of an impossible impasse …
In a life not of unrequited love, but devoid of love of any kind, a life without love just to bring peace into the mind …
How, in adulthood, can love suddenly manifest and know what love is? So easy to mistake it for something else that feels good …
Perhaps, without ration, it is the drive we have all felt, but without the balance of love to channel the burning desire to the joy in compassion …
Can you channel your inner flame to cross the street and help a homeless man not knowing his name? …
You could perhaps cross over the mire to help a fallen child, as the Samaritan in us all is roused from slumber beneath the burning of self desire …
Where is the crossover fudge between the fallen child and fallen man or woman, have you the right to judge, to distinguish? …
Should not we be taught how to use our burning desire in action in the service of others by changing our desire into compassion? …
The pathway is clear, through meditation at the sound of the simple cymbal, bowl or gong, its fading sound dissolving all fear …
All fear of others and of self, bringing inner peace, thoughts of sharing, helping and loving others …
Thoughts of changing the inner burning desire into a passion to help, to heal a broken race with our compassion to feel …
The answer to all woes is to recognise our innate, human ability to change, to quench a fire, to rearrange our burning desire …
To change that inner flame into a desire to help and to heal the human race in whatever form it may claim our attention …
This is the forgotten quest for mankind, to change the ancient id, still prevalent in most, from instinct into Christ Consciousness …
And the only way that this can manifest is through the power vested in us all since before its denial …
Since the time when we were first endowed from above, with the soul gift, the power of individual consciousness, the power of love …
This incredible power, much maligned by all in power is the only way forward for the human race and includes respect for all …
In case you are wondering, the Universe is never wrong, indeed no one is wrong, but we are different and we need to include in our difference Respect …
Respect for every race, every colour, every kingdom in the natural world, but most of all for every faith as every pathway leads to the One God …
Not to become a fanatic at the expense of others, but to accept our power in the knowledge that the Divine Blessing of the Grace is for us all, whoever we may be.
David

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DEMONS

DEMONS
So many cannot find a space in their hearts for God or any number of other minor gods, but ask them about demons …
Some recognise their own demons that haunt their every thought, but others are unaware of the dragons that confuse their thinking by putting up self inflicting barriers to the clear pathways which most of us take for granted through the teachings of logic and general education.

Many of the young struggle with the one thing that we all have a problem with, unless regimented from birth and that is discipline! Our neighbour’s son in his twenties asked of his mother, why are you so organised mum? And therein hangs a tale!

In most families there is usually one member who takes on the planning of the family routines and due to the necessities of bring up children and all that that implies, to instil in them the need for some form of organisation in order to live an orderly life, does it not?

Of course with so many distractions, simply through a mobile device when sitting still in ones bedroom, never mind all of the outside attractions and distractions which are also there for the taking, but largely ignored, it is no wonder that the two most damaging of the demons that plague the young are given free reign: in mental confusion and obesity, with no thought of remedy or self control.

Young offenders, usually from urban backgrounds, given the opportunity to experience the wilderness of the countryside with proximity to nature, the flora and fauna, never seen or heard of before have, had such a powerful effect in changing mindsets to a more inclusive and appreciative status of the rest of humanity that demons can be left behind in the past where they belong. And a lack of love replaced with a new form of comradeship .

There is no better place for bringing the consciousness to its natural harmonic state than in the company of the energies of the natural world, and a walking meditation through fields, woods or in sight of the ocean is a favourite

Unfortunately, I am certainly from a generation, taught to keep within them the aspects of life that might, just might prove embarrassing. Including those family secrets which the young have no problem bringing into the open, thankfully. It is another mark of our age that we still tend to carry the unwanted baggage of other family members, including all of their dragons and demons. I can recommend a blog to get things out in the open!!

The recognition of this trend and its often painful discarding of stuff that does not belong to us is one of the lessons we all need to learn to control if we are to clear our consciousnesses of the heavy weights that we all tend to carry with us, which can weigh us down unnecessarily!

To let something go which we have for many years accepted as our own belief, when acknowledged belongs to someone else, whom through everything we have admired and looked up to, yet gave us ideas that we no longer subscribe to, is almost an admission that we do not have faith in their teachings since a child, can be very hard indeed, especially when aimed at a loving parent. In fact, of course, no one need know but you!

So, the young have a different set of values to the parents, after all said and done they have benefitted from all that has gone before, before even their birth into this world of difference with their own demons and dragons which they choose to own or to deny. It is as if they are all born with a mobile in one hand and a laptop in the other perfectly at home with this technology and willing to teach the older generations the skills which they can call their own.

Which begs the question: What are their demons or should we in our wisdom of years already know what dragons drive them to self harm and suicide when under the new pressures and peer demons of this fast evolving age? Nine times out of ten we do not even know!

But, should we therefore assume the responsibility to guide them into the pathway of calm assurance that all is well and that demons are to be dissolved into the mist of mind where they belong?
Such a heavy load to bear.

The corridors of consciousness can be a confusing place to a young mind beset with so many choices and treats which are paraded for their delectation. Despite the fears of frantic parents trying to do the best for their offspring, governments are at last trying to limit the poisons that food producers have for generations laced in their products to entice their acceptance and to increase their profits.

These demons seen not as such, but merely a reflection of one of our very early indications that something was good to eat, like the ripeness of fruit in its sweetness. But sweet foods and drinks consumed to excess over the generations has now proved to be the dreaded ingredient causing the latest plague for western societies only enhanced with less active and more sedentary occupations and more on the box creating a race of Couch Potatoes!

We as a race are in the mindset of wanting stuff now! And find it so easy to order from the mobile and get it sent to our home rather than to go shopping. Thankfully the message is getting through and the membership of the local gym is soaring, with runs and marathons becoming more and more popular thus dispelling the lazy lack of exercise demons.

It seems we have a way to go with the food plans, but we are getting there slowly, wouldn’t you say? Are you aware of what your lot are up to, even if you are unaware of their particular demons?
Hanukah and the Angel.

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Island Journey

ISLAND JOURNEY
It all began with the request to travel north to the group of islands, and to one in particular where the Old Ones still lived …
Probably the last gathering of its kind, at least in their lifetime, they deemed it due for a one last celebration …
Celebration of family not so often felt in this new century, when respect for Elders seems to have flown the nest with the young ones …
Of course, the Old Ones were related to one side of the family, but not the rest, so it was not so daunting a quest …
All of five generations had pledged to attend this final gathering: the call was strong, seen as imperative, at the same time joyful in anticipation …
With a distance of eight hundred miles of hops, across land and sea, made under our own steam, it meant a few stops on our journey …
As in days of old, various coaching stops on the way were alerted to our intention and, bookings made for lodgings and sailings …
We were fortunate to have relatives at most of the staging posts who gave us free food and beds for the night …
Stopping every hundred miles or so enabled us to connect with family members otherwise only seen at weddings and funerals …
What joy to reconnect especially with the latest generations, not seen since cradle time, if at all then …
The first leg of the journey was as boring as concrete, using the fastest route to travel north, but the quickest, fleet way …
Cities and towns took their toll before the days of satellite navigation with reliance on previously given directions, finding our way …
But dying to get away from urbanisation and into the wild, promised by the Old Ones since a child …
Some even joined us in our quest and for the last few hundred miles of our journey we became a company of familial travellers …
The real journey began when we were able to leave motorways behind and enjoy the intimacy of single carriage ways …
We virtually sailed north past the glens and lochs with their exact reflections in the windless mornings of our early beginnings each day …
A peace descended as we became one with reflections sublime, of the natural world, not wanting to waste time, but insisting on pausing …
Pausing to reflect on the essence of all there is, and was, and will be, brought home to us in the constant presence here to hone …
Brought to us perhaps subliminally, but then from the subconscious, brought into waking consciousness …
Elsewhere also, but had been so, so difficult to source amongst the tumult of the hurly burly of the everyday, of course …
The journey progressed, becoming more and more rural and beautiful as only nature can provide, but then …
A sudden escape from tranquillity, if momentarily, descended as we approached a barren landscape …
A land divided into plots of rough terrain by fences made from slabs of old slate grain, all of three feet high and two feet wide, again and again …
Gave a medieval feel to these seemingly abandoned plots apart from the presence of a buzzard a-flap and perched atop a slab …
Which one could imagine on the arm of a dark age, but fair haired local laird ready to out-fly a running hare …
This was the beginning of the many aspects of the other world we were promised in expectation to experience …
Imagination given free reign with little else to fill the brain except to follow the way through rough terrain …
How come we can only conreate it here in the north, away from the pressure of the concrete that seems to weigh so heavily upon us in the south?
We had seen nothing yet, as we had not even set foot on the Island, could it be the Island of our dreams, waiting in the mind?
After travelling a further third of the way to the furthest point in the north we set sail to the main island …
Crossing the Pentland Firth in all its fury of meeting between Ocean and the North Sea, like riding a sea monster on the ocean’s own rapids …
Tossing our ferry like a cork and all feeling for the car locked in its bowels, hopefully to be born again unharmed, on land fall …
All was well and glad to be on terra firma once again, trying to remember the way not seen for many a day …
We had landed on a truly ancient isle of mystery with stone age villages, tombs and stones all set to inspire the mind with huge question marks …
We stayed the night with one of the aged aunts, visiting the Cathedral of St Magnus in these old haunts with prayers that evening of course …
Getting to our final destination was not so straightforward, as the islands had infrequent service of the new Ro-Ro or ‘roll on-roll off’ ferry for cars …
But, the following morning the Ro-Ro ferry took us to the Island of the Old Ones, Sanday, full of excitement and anticipation …
Straining over the rail at every little isle on the horizon, is that it, is this it? Then at last we approached in reverse the dock …
Docking in the very south of the island we drove up to our rented cottage to unload and then down to the centre to meet and greet the Old Ones …
On the journey we were greeted by every passer by, whether on foot or in transport with a raise of the hand or a finger or two …
They knew who we were, albeit in our thirties, but still known as the Foubister bairns …
The Old Ones lived in the old Post Office of the Isle which used also to house the hand operated telephone exchange …
Now a Guest House and Centre of Healing, Prayer and Meditation located on the old Kettletoft quay used only by a few fishermen, these days …
Being in their presence was a new experience of unseen power, a feeling of something beyond the norm, of unconditional acceptance, just the way we are, flooding our consciousness with unbounded love …
All this and at the same time with little toil so normal, so natural, making and serving tea made from water in the kettle always, but always on the boil …
The next day was our day of homage to the Ancient Ones who had passed away lying by the ruined Kirk, but in a thriving graveyard …
Homage and respects paid, prayers said and simple libations poured to the gods we walked down the track and on to the beach …
Not just any beach and at its far end carved in the rock by nature’s master mason the Ocean, a pair of royal thrones …
You can sit on a throne and gaze out to nothing in your view save the ocean itself, where you can witness every aspect of its personality …
From flat calm, through passive mental reflection, emulating its own reflective quality to the roar of the storm of Neptune’s wrath …
Beside the thrones an arch, again cut from the red rock is not just an arch but a spiritual portal that deserves an approach with care …
I sat for some time contemplating the portal in due reverence, then slowly approached and when close felt a soft breeze urging me forward …
I obeyed the impulse and went slowly through, pausing only to experience the presence within the portal …
Thanking the Old Ones who had brought me here to this ancient place of power and transformation …
The gift of the Island: finding the portal, its threshold as the place to pause, pause and reflect, pause and reflect …
We were not alone in our awareness and appreciation of all that the Island had to offer, there were other kingdoms present …
Never more than barely a mile from the sea, only natural that those who live on its borderline would want to wade ashore and share …
A family of seals blest us by basking on the north facing beach which we approached as quietly as possible, peeping over the dune …
They were aware, but because we kept our distance, with an occasional glance over a well fed shoulder they allowed us to watch them as the big bull kept an eye on us …
One sunny afternoon we climbed to the high point, lay on our backs and watched the clouds float past without a care in the world …
The clouds, nor us, gazing at a half sphere filled with sea birds of every description dive bombing us when we got up to leave, as we dared to invade their sanctuary…
On the ground rabbits had overcome the dreaded plague that decimated their population and now danced again upon the Ness …
On the shore, shells of many colours make up the beaches: white, cream, orange, red and even tiger stripped brown and orange, known locally as Common Buckies, minute Cowries the prize of the Buckie …
The light, the lack of pollution, the peace and every aspect of the weather and nature, provides a haven for artists …
No wonder the Old Ones had created a haven of healing, meditation and tranquillity in this island of mystical beauty …
So, apart from the fun of squeaky toy and apple pie beds and games with laughter to make our sides ache …
The outside gathering was a fire ceremony on the beach of thrones, choosing a direction, and walking the line, placing a stone in the blaze, when cool taking it home as a reminder …
The essence of the gathering was in the Old Ones gifts of Spiritual Healing and guidance given individually …
The gift of Sanday was to take home with us the peace of equanimity, so easy now to find, now that we have the right path to tranquillity …
Whereas, before we yearned to return to the Island, we know now that there is no need to return, for we carry the gift with us, always!
David

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gods

gods
It is a wonder that so many groups still tend to divide the Devine into areas of, shall we say, responsibility! Praying to different gods for different aspects of life where they see the need for change. When in truth the Divine is singular, One!

They pray for rain, emulated with song and dance to enhance their pleas and praise to particular gods. They even make sacrifices to the god that lives and thrives in the volcano asking for protection from the fire, for those living in its vicinity. I also wonder if they thank the god for the richness of the soil and the pumice with its multitude of abrasive uses provided by the lava flows? They ask that a childless couple will have children and that the woman will conceive a male child, and so it goes on, and on, and on …

The list goes on to the revelation that the Buddha never mentioned God in his teachings and yet, Buddhism is seen as a religion with the Buddha himself being elevated to godhood by many of his followers. Similarly Jesus or Jeshua as I prefer to call him, and I believe was certainly a man, but is seen by multitudes as God, despite having called himself the son of man. So are they following in the footsteps of the Romans whose human Emperors proclaimed themselves to be gods and were worshipped accordingly?

Daft as these anomalies appear to me, almost as daft as those who still believe that the Earth is flat! While others believe that our visits to the moon were in reality shots made on a film set in Hollywood.

As we have pursued our quest into technology we have changed our appreciation of those who seemed to the masses to wield the power normally ascribed to a god, our allegiance has changed from the healers of old, whose power was viewed by those in control to be an aspect of magic which was banned and all healers found guilty and hanged or burned or drowned on the ducking stool as witches.

We still wanted to be healed of our infirmities and put our faith in modern doctors who became our new gods. Until, that is, the scientists caught our imaginations, given free reign through education assumed the position of god.

However the Boffins became a bit too clever for our schooling and we had a hard job understanding what they were about. We had to find a god we could understand, a god that could wield more manageable and understandable power to the man in the street. We reverted to the clan instinct of old and found new heroes, not on the battle fields, but as close as we dared on the pitches and race tracks of all kinds and a new race of gods were found.

Despite our care in selection we were too close for some who found the game on the pitch so much like a battle, with opposing supporters dressed in team colours just like the armorial colours of the knights and kings of old, such that, regardless of the main event they decided to fight each other before even entering the modern lists of the pitch, entering the stands or indeed before any hint of a starting whistle. And yes, outside to the point of death!

Where have we come to? Despite our advances in technology we are still stuck in the past, when we don’t even need gods we can just fight each other obeying our instinct to dominate and take what we want from others including the life of another for no other reason, no creed except that of domination. If our team of gods does not win, we can on their behalf, continue to dominate their supporters so their team of gods loses support and therefore power!

Does this not ring a religious ring of an all too current theme that has echoed through the ages of Moors against Christians and Jews against the rest? Are we still stuck in that age old conflict?

Some are obsessed with Aliens imagining them to be all powerful and hence worthy of the title god, especially as we are schooled into believing that they will eventually invade us and take over Planet Earth! Some of us, through higher guidance, know that they were here before and we have ended up better off than had they not shown up when they did.
So who are the Aliens now?

Most of us have missed the message that the Universe is a benign benefactor and that the Grace of the Lord is available to us all as an energy of Well-being to be used by each of us as we need. Unfortunately the other gift we received at birth of Free-will, enables us to accept and utilise the Grace or to deny its existence and again, most of us do not believe that it exists!
Now that is indeed sad.

Any Alien passing by with superior technology would soon find out that despite our advances on many fronts we remain a warlike race and we would shoot them first and ask questions afterwards if they came too close, and some of us still expect them to make contact? Discreetly perhaps on a one to one basis!

Most still believe in a god that would exist in the same form as us, look like us and exhibit many of our traits that we ascribe to our image of God. We blame God when things go wrong and believe that we must make sacrifices in order to be worthy of His goodwill. Superstition or what? It’s a bit like imagining that God is the supreme Supermarket Owner!

In my understanding there is One, just one God, one Divinity and nothing else can be called Divine, but which is given many different names according to who you are, your creed and your faith. In its unity the One remains open to the many pathways which all meet at the point where each and every Soul began its first of many journeys into the Universe.

With our strength in our diversity it is not unnatural that we should be divided into the many groups who each have a different name and method of approach to the Divine. The trick for humanity to wake up to, is the need to treat each group of others with the greatest respect.

In my own mind, there is no image of God that I could use, for it would be like trying to give a form to electromagnetic force, and therein lies our difficulty since form itself is the stumbling block. For there is no form to God as there is no form to your Soul within you, which is a part of God and came from God.

We exist in the world of form which we term the three dimensional world and find it impossible to imagine any other beingness. However in my mind the One true God exists. And, for those who have difficulty in acceptance, remember:
Absence of proof is no proof of absence.
Hanukah and the Angel.

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GOOD

GOOD
It may be an old trick, but you can add nothing to God and you will end up with Good.
How many could say that adding nothing to themselves would end up with anything approaching complete good.
Good in every sense of the word, in every thought, in every word and in every deed.
Not many in every sense, for we are not perfect and in every sense meant not to be so, good maybe, but not perfect.
Perfection would mean that there was nothing to improve upon, for every aspect of creation is in the desirable state of becoming.
Who is there amongst us to judge the rest in all aspects of perfection? Good at what we do maybe, but certainly not perfect!
The Universe is built on difference and all life on Earth is made so that we are each a reflection of the state of singularity, striving to be better, good.
So called identical twins when brought up together grow into individuality and if separated at birth may have similar traits, but remain singular.
This is good if you are one of those blest to find a long lost sibling so similar in many ways, but not identical.
When it comes to finding a partner we tend to concentrate on those traits that echo our own, but think of an orange.
An orange sliced into two halves making as near as possible two identical halves, but each in its similarity is individual.
Place the two halves back together and we have a whole orange, a whole fruit, old fruit!
This is the desirable combination, bringing two halves, as similar as possible, together to form a complete person.
We were told many moons ago that we compliment each other so well in our difference that we make a complete being.
We do overlap in talents, gifts and interests, which is desirable in any relationship.
When interested we learn and in a shared interest a common bond develops which can only be good.
We bless our difference, as we bless each other in our beauty, intelligence and memory sharing everything in all that we do.
Beauty is not just skin deep, its properties extend to unseen, unheard aspects of being which we are aware of, which is good.
We trust, hope and pray that others may have such a loving relationship for which we in constant gratitude are thankful.
Imagine you are a C facing another C, by facing you bring the two Cs together making the complete circle facing in the same direction.
Life is good when we complete the circle,
For Life is Good!
David

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INSTINCT

INSTINCT
Instinct is a powerful thing, which we once enjoyed, but have left behind when, over generations we passed on the gift of Consciousness to our inheritors.

Consciousness on the other hand gave us the ability to recognise ourselves from the reflection in the pool, gave us the imagination to see, purely from our mind the gift of choice, gave us the possibility of something beyond ourselves, the presence of God.

However, we could also look back, to where we had come from and to learn again some of the gifts still enjoyed by the animal kingdom, which we had forgotten or should I say, shunned because they were just that, animals. Forgetting and ignoring where we had come from!

With growing intelligence, through successive generations and the explosion of the mind, consciousness and spirit we came to realise that there was much to learn from not only the animal kingdom, but also the plant and insect worlds.

I find it sad that we are so obsessed with leaving planet Earth that we know more about other planets, through information gathered in the last few generations , than we know about the many aspects of this our home, where we have been for millions of years!

What we do know about Earth, guided only by profit has served only to divide us into the overfed rich, few of whom give back their wealth to serve the rest and the badly nourished poor, in every sense, many of whom are forced into twenty first century slavery.

It worries many of the compassionate few that if we were to find out more than we currently know of the treasures, not only of the many unknown species that inhabit the depths of the seas that surround us and make up the majority of the surface of this place, but more worryingly of the opportunities to make more profits out of the possibility to mine the ocean floor, at almost impossible depths.

Like many we enjoy the program Planet Earth 2 but in its presentation it opens the field for profit hunters, also to invest in the possibility to make more and more profits for the few.

Money is not the root of all evil, but lies with those who make the money, who could never be encouraged to use profit for the common good! It just seems to be an inheritance from our instinctive past where like the squirrel we tend to store up more than we immediately need for a rainy day, however, unlike the squirrel who forgets where it stored all of its reserves we have ways of remembering, but cannot see or care about the needs of others, who could benefit from just a little of that reserve.

It was said many moons ago that the healthiest among us are those who go through periods of plenty alternating with periods of dearth and end up with bodies like streaky bacon!

There are, of course, exceptions to any rule or generalisation and when we see the ways enjoyed by the many cultures who live the simple life, where only enough is taken to supply immediate need and all profit is shared with the group or tribe and not just one family, it is a lesson that we, in our sophisticated societies, shun without a second thought! More’s the pity, but pity rarely shared by those who have more than they need.

It is painful to the sight and to the heart, in this day and age, to see the way that some are treated as outcasts in their own land, due to a complete lack of respect that another’s chosen path may be different, but just as valid as one’s own, in their search for God.

And therein lies the biggest problem for the human race right now: the almost complete negation of those two little words, Respect and Share, when Love is too strong a stretch of heart or mind!

Let’s face it, there are those families whose basic instinct is to teach their children right from the cradle, and that seems to be the only way it works, that respect for each other, the elders, their teachers and for the rule of law is paramount. However, sadly, they are few and far between!

Similarly: It is probably seen by most, that sharing is the only way to survive, with those who have very little to call their own and little food to eat. It is here in this simple way of being that we can look and learn again from the instinct of the animals and those simple tribes who share this planet with us. Still more are found lost and secluded in the jungles of the world. The day is fast approaching when we could run out of our essential drink, Water! What then? It may be too late to save and share!

Worry, which after all is only concentrating on the things which we do not want, is furthest from the instinctive way, but we should be looking for the things we do want, just like the animals whose only thought is for survival, finding enough to eat and if that means protecting and safeguarding our territory then so be it. If all shared the same notion of respect none would be at risk!

An animal’s territory rarely changes unless provoked by the way we humans tend to destroy natural habitats, unlike the way we try to take over another’s space for the sake of expanding our own or because the grass looks greener over there?

If such change does occur the instinct tells the animal to go look for more food elsewhere, to feed themselves and their family, and with a shrinking habitat conflict with another race is sure to occur.

Our current instinct tells us to exercise mind and body, and live as healthy a life as possible which involves eating as good a range of fruit and vegetables as can be found, but, when looking at the labels to see where the stuff was grown we find that our fruit, nuts, veg and seeds come from many different areas of our world: Chile, Peru, Spain, USA, India, S. Africa, Morocco, Italy, Holland, China to name a few. So after Brexit I guess the only thing that will change is the price! Instinct says: What a fine mess we’ve got ourselves into?
Hanukah and the Angel.

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SECONDS

SECONDS – 02.06.18
On this second day, just a second, while I find my way through the moments of tumbling time that tick and try to trick us, seeing the back of May.
Each second of time has a habit of confusion, stretching or contracting our best efforts to do and finish, our constant aim at conclusion.
We often need to refer back to the past in order to make sense of the present cast of navigation, steering us at uncharted speeds, slow or fast.
The second guess is often wrong too, seeing only the mess we’ve got ourselves into.
Where’s the sense in all our best efforts to make sense of every second, every moment of elastic time, when others seem to sail through betimes?
Should it affect us, should we put such pressure on every second which we tend to measure as if so precious?
Surely only precious if we can see how, through the seconds to the point of joy, in the moment we are conscious of, now?
This is where every second counts in the measure of success, which we can call the level of happiness, we have reached and understand.
However we measure, in miles on a pilgrimage, seconds spent or steps trod which in truth are merely means of measure,
True pilgrimage, regardless of seconds counted in their millions, is the journey from ignorance to enlightenment, as it beckons,
Which, beyond three score and ten, over 24 million seconds, still not in sight of journey’s end! Discarding unwanted baggage of others, as we wend.
Enlightenment itself is a journey, and all those millions of seconds have been only the first cotillion in the dance of life into life.
Just to step on the first rung of the ladder, leading to the many rungs that unfold, as each step is reached from only the first level of laurel?
But there is, in truth, no laurel or other worldly ploy, all is self imposed and reaching the goal is wreath of laurel enough, through pain or joy.
This earthly journey, however painful the way, is the physical preparation for the inner mindful pathway … the only true way!
Journeying across England, on a way lined with white mulberry trees, was the preferred path of the medieval pilgrim, staying at inns each night, on the pilgrim’s way to Canterbury.
Mulberry being the essential function of food for the worms carried with them, in their other quest to emulate the Chinese, in silk production!
These days pilgrims walk along the lanes from France to Compostela in Spain to the Cathedral dedicated to St. James.
The route is marked with Scallop shells, with rudimentary boarding houses along the way, with stamps to prove the pilgrims passage along the Camino.
Every second of every painful step despite blisters, ending with the stamp at each stop,
Counting towards the final certificate, no matter how many seconds taken, adding up to each number of days, awakened?
So many synonyms in as many seconds, Santiago meaning Sant Iago or Saint James the brother of Jesus or Jeshua as it pleases me to call him.
First I’d heard of James was as a chef serving the Coquille St. Jacques, for Jacques read James, a starter in the Bistro where I was working.
Every second counted to get everything right to the last degree, as perfection was the order of the day, no matter how many seconds mounted.
When it is in our time, small or large, the number of seconds are ours to take, where our time is our own for which, no charge!
But for another’s work time, thence, a second is of a value and we cannot overspend at their expense, hence: piece work was invented.
When each second is valued: time was, when disputed time was settled with the call of, ‘seconds out’, drop of the flag or ring of the bell.
Competition winner is either he or she who completes first or does best within a set number of seconds.
Not so strange that the face of time in seconds has a value since this was invented by man, when time is, more accurately, the child of Space!
Seconds expanding to light years in the race to reach a chosen goal, presently standing out of reach across the unfathomable boundaries of Space.
But what if a second could be contracted, shrunk or caused to disappear, that Space could be twisted, folded and planets brought quite near?
Not so impossible when Space the progenitor of time, so wise, but could be cajoled to cause a second to shrink to manageable size!
Does it bear thinking about to mess with time? Should we heed? We are impressed not to press time, for this could lead to an adage coming to fruition: More haste, less speed!
How frustrating when your watch stops! Did you forget to wind or change the battery in time? It lops off precious seconds!
Faster, faster every day in so many seconds covering distances come what may, and what does the stop-watch say?
Did you improve on yesterday? The evolution of man was never reckoned to progress so far physically in so few years, in so many seconds!
Was this progress at the expense of the maturation of the mind, the exponential evolving of the consciousness?
Regardless of intelligence or knowledge bought, since the creative process of the mind determines what we achieve, it needs to be sought.
Brought through meditation onto the pathway to enlightenment, however many seconds it takes, when all else becomes insignificant.
In meditation: thoughts intrude into the mind, and it is the space between those thoughts, which when expanded to take more and more seconds, lead the way to enlightenment.
Each step of the way, each rung of the ladder mounted opens more levels to achieve, where each second taken we may count, but is in fact, never ever counted!
David

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