Buried 10 feet down in a small cramped box

I wanted to write this so I would never forget.

I can remember several times in my life – usually after listening to a Ray Charles song – when I would put on a blindfold to see what it would be like to have no sight. I was usually focused on how one would navigate through the world. Of course, with putting a blind fold on, one can just as easily take it off, there is no danger of actually experiencing blindness, therefore it’s a useless simile.

I’ve read the account of St.Paul in the Bible (Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth) and I can now relate to his experience. (Acts 9:4, NIV) For you see, I woke up two days ago blind. Thats right, Blind as a bat. I can tell you there has been no experience as terrifying as this in my life. While I had no booming voice come down from the sky, I can tell you my own voice spoke volumes. Such as “God, please don’t do this to me”.

Like Saul of Tarsus, I remained bling for three days and then my eyesight began to return little by little. The thing I remember vividly was that all of the little trivial little hurts and happenings that I identified as catastrophe’s in my life were all but meaningless. I swore from that day to see them as such. And of course two days later they are already creeping back in- therefore the remembrance in writing this article so that I do not forget so easily.

I’m sure many of us have had experiences that wake us up from time to time. This was a major wake up call for me. It reminded me to live every second in gratitude for everything, to be able to walk, to talk, to taste and of course to see. To not let the trivial first world problems filter into my daily thinking, to be completely present.

I’ve never felt so terrified in all of my life. It felt like I was buried 10 feet underground in a small cramped box. I hope you can imagine this and you also may take away from my story, the gratitude of being alive and something as simple as walking that we all take for granted.

This is for Kristina

This is for the girls who run, who only let themselves fall partially, who push people away because they’ve convinced themselves they’re going to leave anyways.

This is for Kristina with the guarded heart who has a difficult time letting down their walls and really opening up. This is for the girls who’d rather be alone because it’s become their place of comfort.

There’s a certain type of comfort in being alone. It’s become part of you. It’s become your norm. You know all you have to worry about for the day is yourself, you don’t have to worry about anyone else and their emotions. You don’t have to feel worried that you’re going to let someone down or that they’ll let you down. You don’t have to worry about not being enough. You don’t have to worry about being lied to or getting your happiness ripped away by the person you love because no one is in charge of your emotions except for you.

You are your own responsibility and you are the creator of your own happiness.

Then love comes knocking, someone like Alex who tries to break his way into your cold, fragile heart and you consider it. You decide maybe it’s time to try to let someone in so you give it your best shot. You go to dinner, you let them kiss your lips, you let them say sweet things to you but you’re still not convinced. You’re not convinced this will work, you’re not convinced they’ll stay so you start to push them away.

You start to find reasons to dislike them and find things that are ‘wrong’ with them. You convince yourself they aren’t right for you and you push and push and push until they leave, just so you can prove to yourself that everyone really does leave, even though deep down you know it isn’t true.

Most of the time people in your life don’t leave by choice, they leave because you force them away because you’re not ready to open your heart and risk it breaking again.

You push people away because you’re scared, because you’ve been hurt before, because the person you trusted with every cell in your body decided you weren’t what he wanted. He left you shattered on the floor in pieces and that’s not something you think you’re ready to handle again, so you don’t even allow yourself the chance.

But life isn’t meant to be lived alone.

One day you’ll stop pushing everyone away and you’ll start accepting people for who they are. You’ll start to realize that not everyone wants to hurt you. You’ll start to realize not everyone is going to leave. You’ll start to open your heart to the possibility of romantic love.

You will find someone who wants to stay, who stays even when you try to push him away because he can see through the tough exterior you put up. He will stay because he loves you and because he can see you just need someone to prove to you that they won’t run away once you’ve exposed the deep parts of you. He will stay because he needs you in his life.

You will find someone who loves you just for being you and he will remind you why love is magic.

This is for the you Kristina who have been broken but will find the strength to heal her heart on their own. This is for the girls who run before even giving love a chance, the ones who shut their hearts off and convince themselves they’re better off alone. I understand you because I am you in a male body, but one day someone is going to break down the barriers we’ve built around our hearts and make us realize why the best thing we could ever do for ourselves is trust someone enough to let them in because not everyone leaves and we all deserve to be loved completely.

I won’t hurt you Kristina.

Stand Up and Go Farther

If you walk the earth, you are part of someones story. Someone made you. I never knew my parents, the ones that made me. But I am part of their story and I am part of the parents that raised me. And I hear them telling me -stand up and go farther.

Life can bring us to our knees and often does. No one knows where its going, what is coming next. We rarely even know what has occurred, only our point of view. One perspective of a infinite number of perspectives of what is or has occurred.

I can hear them telling me – if you will just take one more step, keep going forward and you will find the love that makes this all bearable. At any moment life will surprise you.

Life tricks us. It misleads us. It paints one man a hero when he may well be a villain. A hero or a villain. Villain or a hero. Maybe the heroes and villains of our stories are actually just day players in a much bigger movie.    Life Itself

We never know who will play a great role in our lives. One might look at a life and say “he played a great role in her life” while we see that same part as insignificant.

But life itself proves to be the most unreliable of narrators, forever taking us on a Journey that makes it impossible to predict what happens next. Life itself tricks us, it misleads us, it paints one man a hero when he may well be a villain. A hero or a villain. Villain or a hero. Maybe the heroes and villains of our stories are actually just day players in a much bigger movie.

Regardless, my point is to simply say to you dear reader – stand up a go farther. Life will surprise you, of that you can be sure.


My True Identity Abides on You

In lesson 282

We signed our name while understanding that the signature we sign is NOT our true identity.


My true Identity abides in You.

1 Father, I made an image of myself, and it is this I call the Son of God. Yet is creation as it always was, for Your creation is unchangeable. Let me not worship idols. I am he my Father loves. My holiness remains the light of Heaven and the Love of God. Is not what is beloved of You secure? Is not the light of Heaven infinite? Is not Your Son my true Identity, when You created everything that is?

2 Now are we one in shared Identity, with God our Father as our only Source, and everything created part of us. And so we offer blessing to all things, uniting lovingly with all the world, which our forgiveness has made one with us.

“My true Identity remains unchanged in You.”

I am still the one my Father loves; that has not changed My holiness still “remains the light of Heaven and the Love of God”  How could what God created as the light of Heaven be destroyed and become darkness? If God created everything that is, how could I possibly be something else? There is nothing else for me to be.

Each time today I find myself judging something about myself, disliking myself, berating myself, or feeling guilty about what and who I am, let me remind myself that none of what I am seeing is my true Identity. My true Identity remains in God and part of Him. The seeming other identity is an idol; let me not worship it, bow down to it and attribute some great power to it or fear it. This is not who I am. Let me be still an instant and go home.


Power, Attitude, Trim, Split, Check

These are the procedures one carries out when flying a helicopter when the engine quits. We practice them over and over in the event of a actual emergency engine failure. We lower the power all the way off, simulating a engine failure. Attitude is speed at a minimum of 65 knots and trimmed directly into the wind. We split the needles and then check all of the gauges – Warning lights out, 3 in the green, fuel good, carburetor heat off.

It’s not a big deal to loose power when flying a helicopter when you know the procedure. My point is,  it’s not a big deal for us to loose power in life either. The interesting thing is that we think we actually ever have “power” to begin with. I mean, think about all of the people over the last 5,000 years that thought they had power over their lives only to be swallowed by a Whale, or have to fight a Giant. Maybe a Caravan of Camels trample and eat the garden, the stock market crash, world war to break out, get bitten by a rattle snake, or my favorite –ones identity is stolen. As well as the cornucopia, the virtual plethora of other things that can and have happened to the earthling.

My procedure for losing power i.e. loosing the false belief in having any power to begin with – is to give it back. Give it back to it’s rightful creator.

Question: But if we are part of God, which we would have to be since he created us, then are we not giving power back to ourselves.

Answer: Yes, giving it back to the part of us that is much greater, wiser, and can see what in each case is best for all involved. Giving back the illusion of power over my life is my saving grace.

I had a friend who owned a clothing store in the mall. The store was not doing well and this man was working 14 hour days trying to make it work. He took a risk and ordered $5,000 worth of a brand new style of jeans that he was sure to be a success and make up for the losses he had incurred. The jeans did not sell and he fell further into debt. He wasn’t ever with his family and constantly stressed. He decided to sell his store. He found a buyer but the buyer had one condition of the sale. The condition was that the man remain and operate the store. He sold it and continued to operate the store with one major change. Now when he came to work he was not stressed, he left at a reasonable hour, spent time with family and friends and became a happy person once again, The only change in his scenario was that he gave the responsibility for the success of the store to the new owner.

This is what it feels like to me to give the power over my life back to the master of the Multi-verse – if I may call it that. I believe spirituality is a thought system. Everyone operates with a thought system whether they are conscious of it or not. I write this not to tell you what to do but to remind myself of what works for me, to rehearse my thought system.  Thank you for reading – I hope it inspires you in some way.

Falling into Bliss by Alex P. Williams

Love & Fear, never the twain shall meet

First, sign your name as you usually do, on the line below (or grab an extra piece of paper for this), and date it:

Signed, _____________________________

(Dated: _____________)

Look at your signature, and try to get in touch with your sense of whose name that is. What concept of that person are you holding as you sign the signature? Is it not a separate person? A person with a particular history? And a special station or place in the world? With special attributes?

Isn’t this self trying to make its way through a perilous world? Isn’t that why you sign your name to things? To protect yourself from something? Or to procure some needed thing for this endangered self? If, for instance, you sign a legal document, are you not often afraid of what it may bring into your life, even while you are hoping it will protect you in other ways? In short, isn’t the identity signified by your name filled with fear? What else would a separate self trying to make its way through a perilous world be filled with?

Keep going!

Therefore, sign your name again, and this time sign it simply as “Fear.”

Signed, _____________________________

(Dated: _____________)

Once you sign it, try to see this signature and the first one as the same. Look back and forth between the first and second signatures and try to let them blend into one. Try to realize that when you sign your name in everyday life, you are signing “Fear.” You are saying, “This self who is separate from The Source, vulnerable, and beset by the dangers of a perilous world.” Regardless of the specific words you write, the content of what you are writing is fear.

Now sign your name one more time. This time sign it as “Love.”

Signed, ____________________________

(Dated: ______________)

As you sign it, try to really mean it. Don’t think of it as a given name like “Joy,” which doesn’t mean much. Think of it as a statement that you really are love. Love is your nature. You are not a being who can love, who can love at times and hate at other times, whose love is partial, selective, and intermittent. You are love. Love is your nature. You are a segment of Love Itself. In your true nature, you are incapable of any anger, any hatred, even any neutrality. Being love, all you can do is love.

Realize that this is not an aspiration of what you want to be. This is who you are now, beneath all appearances. You are love, a segment of God’s Love, merely dreaming that you are a separate being filled with fear. You are love masquerading as something else.

Look at this final signature and try to identify with it. Think to yourself, “That’s me. That’s who I am.” Does that make you see yourself differently? What feelings does it evoke?

“Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists, herein lies the peace of God”

How often do I realize that I am afraid of love? We are afraid of love far more frequently than we realize. Use  this thought as a suggested mental response whenever we notice our egos acting up: “I must be afraid of love again.” There is a sense in which we could say that the ego is the fear of love. It is a mental stance that rejects Love as our Source, that rejects Love as our Self, and that refuses to recognize Love in everyone and everything around us. When we look at it in this way, it begins to be more understandable that if we could simply realize this one thing-not to be afraid of love-the salvation of the world would be accomplished.

Fear of love is insane on the face of it. Of all the things we might be reasonably afraid of, love is not one of them. A famous old-time Christian evangelist, Charles Grandison Finney (famous in the 1800s), once wrote that “Love is the eternal will to all goodness.” To be afraid of that which eternally wills only our good is truly insane. So to accept today’s idea is “the decision not to be insane”


Indian Wisdom

CHIEF JOSEPH PICTUREI am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation.

We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right.

Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world.

We do not want riches. We want peace and love.

– Red Cloud, Oglala Lakota Sioux (1822-1909)

In our every deliberation, we must consider the impact of our decisions on the next seven generations.

– Iroquois Maxim (circa 1700-1800)

When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money.

Cree Prophecy

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

– Chief Seattle, Duwamish

Eventually one gets to the Medicine Wheel to fulfill one’s life.

– Old Mouse, Arikara

High in the Big Horn Mountains at nearly 10,000 feet above sea level, lies the Medicine Wheel (above) — a place of worship, a National Historic Site, and an archeological mystery.

It is believed that between A.D. 1200 and A.D. 1700, hundreds of limestone rocks were placed in the shape of a wheel roughly 80 feet in diameter. Twenty eight spokes radiate from a central cairn to six smaller cairns around the rim.

Who built this and why?

No one knows for sure, but Native American beliefs and archeological evidence point to its use as a spiritual site. Many people still come to the Medicine Wheel and Medicine Mountain for inspiration, solitude, meditation and vision questing.

The Medicine Wheel was given protection and nominated to the National Register by local Big Horn Basin communities. The site is protected by federal antiquity laws under administration of the Forest Service.

– site placard

The ground on which we stand is sacred ground. It is the dust and blood of our ancestors.

– Chief Plenty Coups, Crow (1848 – 1932)

WARRIORThe song that I will sing is an old song, so old that none knows who made it. It has been handed down through generations and was taught to me when I was but a little lad. It is now my own song. It belongs to me. This is a holy song (medicine-song), and great is its power. The song tells how, as I sing, I go through the air to a holy place where Yusun (The Supreme Being) will give me power to do wonderful things. I am surrounded by little clouds, and as I go through the air I change, becoming spirit only.

– Geronimo, Apache (1829-1909)

DAN GEORGEThe time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle.

But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me.

Have I done all to keep the air fresh?

Have I cared enough about the water?

Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom?

Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild’s fondness?

– Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh (1899 – 1981)

Grown men can learn from very little children for the hearts of the little children are pure. Therefore, the Great Spirit may show to them many things which older people miss.

– Black Elk, Oglala Lakota Sioux (1863-1950)


Children were encouraged to develop strict discipline and a high regard for sharing.

When a girl picked her first berries and dug her first roots, they were given away to an elder so she would share her future success.

When a child carried water for the home, an elder would give compliments, pretending to taste meat in water carried by a boy or berries in that of a girl.

The child was encouraged not to be lazy and to grow straight like a sapling.

– Mourning Dove (1888-1936)

SPIRIT WORLDBeing is a spiritual proposition. Gaining is a material act. Traditionally, American Indians have always attempted to be the best people they could. Part of that spiritual process was and is to give away wealth, to discard wealth in order not to gain.

Russell Means, Republic of Lakotah
(Activist, actor 1939-2012)

The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.

The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.

The strength of the fire,
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.

And my heart soars.

– Chief Dan George
, Tsleil-Waututh (1899 – 1981)

The Human Emotion For The Divine Experience

Have you ever heard a word and wondered its true meaning? Of course each word will mean something different to each person. With that in mind I ask myself if any true communication exit between us. Words are symbols of symbols twice removed from reality.

I have an idea in my mind of a living thing with roots in the ground, a trunk that shoots skyward, branches that reach and spread, and broad green leaves that catch the sun – a tree. I project that idea onto the world where I see a symbol of the thing in my mind. I see and feel a large “living” organism with roots, trunk, branches, and leaves. I see and feel a tree. But that tree I see and feel is just a symbol for the idea of  a tree I have in my mind.

There is a word over many years that I have come to know. At times I thought I knew the meaning only to be surprised and then to extract or add in more understanding. At the beginning of my understanding, I thought the meaning to be boring, non-eventful and lacking. The word is peace. When one is young he wants nothing to do with peace, adventure and chaos seem exciting. Consistency and knowing may seem trite. Once it’s true meaning is experienced and born in ones heart and mind – nothing compares. Now when I flirt with adventure and chaos it is only as a reminder of how fantastic the knowing of Peace. It is like a going away and then finding my way home. I suppose that will fade in time and I will just stay home metaphorically. I’ll be the one you see that is in the midst of adventure but as calm as a placid lake. Look for it in mine eyes.

  1. 1.
    freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility.
    synonyms: tranquility, calm, restfulness, peace and quiet, peacefulness, quiet, quietness;

    privacy, solitude
    “can’t a man get any peace around here?

Sometimes to say what something is – it’s easier to say what it is not, leaving what is is. What Peace is not: it is not wishing for things to be better. It is not goal setting, it is not ambition, striving, lust, envy wishing well. It’s just pure being with nothing attached. It’s loving pointed nowhere. That is, it’s love not directed at a object, person place or thing. It is nothing. Back to Zero everything, I call it. It seems that the further one goes from zero the more complicated it gets. Peace is not complicated, It’s not complex, intricate, involved, convoluted, tangled, impenetrable or tricky. One could say it is the human emotion for the Divine experience. If it was math it would be Zero. If it were a color it would be white. If it were a song it would be between the notes. If it were a painting it would be the canvas. The least complicated thing in the Multiverse.

They say it a Peace that passeth All understanding….

I want peace. Many have said these words but few have meant them. To say these words is nothing. But to mean these words is everything. If you could but mean them for just an instant, there would be no further sorrow possible for you in any form; in any place or time. Heaven would be completely given back to full awareness, memory of God entirely restored, the resurrection of all creation fully recognized.

The rustling of a stream, the wind through the trees, a waterfall

Round stones stacked, the color of the leaves in fall

Shadows dancing on the grass, within my mind I see

Peace all throughout and around me.




Find your Peace 

The Little Match Seller

hans christian anderson


It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she’d had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she’d not been able to find again, and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.

Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year’s eve. Yes, she thought of that!

In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags.

Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burnt match in her hand.

She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant’s home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures like those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.

“Now someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to God.

She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

“Grandmother!” cried the child. “Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the beautiful big Christmas tree!”

And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.

But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year’s sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.

“She wanted to warm herself,” the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.

Tech Advancement?

We often find our destiny on the road we took to avoid it!

Seek and yea shall find and if your hell bent for the promised land – you’ll find it. Regardless of what road you find yourself on. I often fly in my dreams. When I wake up I can only fly in machines that I have no idea how they work. Hot air balloons- helium is lighter than air. Jet airplanes, how’s that work. If the world is spinning at 24,000 thousand miles an hour, why don’t I just fling off?

We recently celebrated 100th anniversary of man learning to fly. Now that’s the sort of miracle that we tend to take for granted nowadays. For hundreds of years man was taking that same kind of leap of faith and falling on his ass. They were tying themselves to kites and homemade wings and hurling themselves off barns, hillsides and crashing off of cliffs. So, how did the wright brothers do it? When everyone else was nose diving for centuries, they saw the unique value in all of the inventors around them. Did you know that part of their wing design was the same design as a railway bridge. Isn’t that a genius leap, using a bridge to fly? Instead of using a leap of faith we can learn to fly. Success leaves breadcrumbs.

In today’s wireless world, we take for granted our ability to connect in seconds from virtually anywhere, with apps that make work more productive and play more fun. But that constant connectivity is made possible by technology that could’ve been lost to history. In the 1980s, as the telecom industry focused its resources on one technology, Qualcomm wondered, “What if there’s something better?” In a daring departure, they began experimenting with CDMA, a concept that would change the face of wireless communication.

Like my Moma use to say – you should scratch it if it itches- even if it’s in your britches.

CDMA, or code division multiple access, can actually be traced back to the 1940s. Hollywood actress Hedy Lamarr and composer George Antheil, inspired by the way musical notes are arranged, theorized that multiple frequencies could be used to send a single radio transmission. “Frequency hopping” could prevent a radio signal from being jammed. They patented the idea and gave it to the U.S. government for use in World War II, but it was largely ignored and the patent eventually expired.

Four decades later, Qualcomm saw potential for CDMA in the emerging cellular field. Founder Irwin Jacobs claimed it could increase capacity forty-fold, working so efficiently that wireless could become affordable for all. But the industry had invested millions in TDMA (time division multiple access) and was reluctant to change course. Some argued that CDMA was too complex and expensive to deploy. Others said it just wouldn’t work.

We cannot solve the significant problems we face today with the same thinking that created them.      -Bert Einstein

Most of today’s cell phones transmit at 250 milliwatts (1/4 of a watt). At this very low power it would take an eon to damage a human being. On another note however, the way celfones are being misused are more dangerous than the debated effects of the radiation it emits. A lot of road accidents specially involving teens are related to cell phone misuse.

Other detriments of cell phones. For one, the light that the screen emitts can keep you up. Your body mistakes it for sunlight, so you don’t fall asleep. For two, when you put the phone to your ear, the signal that is traveling between two phones goes through your ear, and might cause brain tumors. For three, when you are driving and using your phone for any reason, you basically put your life on the line, not to mention the life of a passenger and everybody around you, including other drivers. Also, texting can become addicting. Your body gets so used to texting that you start going through withdrawals. Withdrawals will cause difficulty concentrating, irritability, anxiety, anger, depressed mood, sleep disturbance, and craving. Cell phones can reduce your time with family, friends, and you hobbies, causing you to feel lonely and depressed. Texting will decrease your grammar and writing skills, basically making you look stupid. There you have it. Cell phones in a nutshell.

Even with all of the advancement in technology we still are unable to save us from ourselves, On this little blue marble on the outskirts of a small galaxy in an eternity of Galaxies the cancer we call society and human advancement continues to pollute the body our conciseness calls home.

The use if a different kind of thought form wavelength. In the transmutation in modern man, we continue forward to what end. Obviously the advancement of technology makes life seem easier, illness curable but with each new cure a new dis-ease shows itself. We are unable to change the face of life with whatever we call intelligence. Wars still rage, crime and prison building is on the rise and that’s the Ying & Yang of the cosmos. It will always be like that – an equal amount of good and evil or advancement and the poison excrement of that so called advancement. I just thought I would leave you with that negative spin on the whole trip. We are all in this together. If the point of evolution is to evolve then let’s get to it. But not in technological advancement but in the advancement to be, love and live together.

Tao Te Ching – ArtScienceMind.com

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Sometimes to say what something is one must say what it isn’t. Leaving only what it is. What cannot be put into words. What cannot be a thought construct. In the Tao Te Ching it says:


The tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named
is not the eternal Name.

The unnamable is the eternally real.
Naming is the origin
of all particular things.

Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations.

Yet mystery and manifestations
arise from the same source.
This source is called darkness.

Darkness within darkness.
The gateway to all understanding.


When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.

Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define…

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