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Originally posted by NewAgeMan
Merry Christmas and Happy New Age!
Solstice and Perihelion
I'm glad that it's Christmas, and New Years. It's a time for everyone to just chill out a bit and relax and gain a better perspective on things, both looking back on what may have been for many rather trying times, to put it lightly, and, looking forward, with hope for something better, by comparison (that's funny).
We often try to solve all the problems of the world here from the armchair of our ATS word castle and virtual community, but surely, if there's so be any real and lasting solution, it must begin and end with ourselves. It must start with what we hold sacred, even if it's of the most apparently mundane variety where the sacred is often found and treasured in "the little things", the little kindnesses, the sympathetic ear (and heart and mind), the unexpected act of selfless generosity from a stranger ("even as you did it unto the least of these you did it unto me."), the smile of a child whether on Christmas morning or any day of the year.
The first/last cause (beginning and ending in eternity) and the future domain of limitless possibility (see quantum physics) is still open and available to us, if only we might stop and think and think again, and then come to our senses and realize that the future need not equal the past, and that what we think, feel and do, matters. Even if we actually inhabit a non-local, holographic universe, then all the moreso LOCAL MATTERS, and the mundane IS sacred, and nothing and no one is insignificant, or we wouldn't even be here to begin with in the first place. Life matters, and our modern culture for the most part makes a mockery of the utterly magnificent opportunity that is Life.
Let us turn therefore from the projected images on the proverbial cave wall and step out and stand up and turn to face the light of truth and reason, which to be reasonable has to be eminently practical at the same time, and that's the stuff of life right there, and the informed love that makes new life possible where it wasn't before, wherein we realize the opportunity to co-create WITH God the kingdom of God and of heaven on earth, from within, to without, until the inner and the outer come to reflect one another and become magnified for the sake of what is right and what is reasonable.
After all this time, we must claim our birthright and the inheritance prepared for us from the time before time and come to realize and recognize (re cognize) our true place in the Creation as children of a loving God, and then when the scales at last fall from our own eyes then and only then we will be able to see clearly, which will automatically remove the splinter from our brother's eye and thus from the world's eye. (that's funny too!)
It's doable, in other words, and it's possible, that we might at least begin to pass through or cross over a certain threshold point beyond which everything will BEGIN to get better and better, at all levels. In this regard each and every one of us has a role to play, for better or worse (preferably for the better). Let us therefore take responsibility, and work to bridge the gap between what is and what ought to be.
May we choose life, where life to be real is also novel and creative (fresh and new), because it's also what is authentic (the real life), replacing what was inauthentic (pretentious, ignorant, lacking in awareness, but still trying desperately to be real). "He who keeps his life will lose it but he who loses his life for my sake will find it again and keep it."
As such it (enlightened realization and re-cognition) therefore contains embedded within itself also a great humor of understanding, enough surely to generate a sufficient amount of comedic material to last another millennium, if not longer.
It is in that heartfelt, good-willed good-humored, hopeful, and optimistic Christmassy spirit, which is capable of maintaining its mirth and charm even in the face of of most absurd injustices (Ho Ho Ho!), that I would like to say to you, each, and every one...
Merry Christmas, and Happy New Age!
Originally posted by neformore
reply to post by woodwardjnr
Sorry to hear about your loss. Had a similar thing happen to me on New Years Eve in '87.
We're all here for ya if you need us.edit on 25/12/12 by neformore because: caught the 9 key by accident
Originally posted by AFewGoodWomen
This will be my first Christmas alone in my life...all 38 yrs of it...my kids are older now...me and their dad have separate lives...and I am going through another separation...this is the hardest time I've ever had.
I do see now, however, all the lonely people...I wish that I had seen them sooner. Sooo, I took it upon myself to play secret Santa with a single Marine who is alone and lives in my APt. complex...I quietly put a card and a stocking on his doorknob..rung the bell and quickly walked away.
Being former active duty myself...I know how hard the holidays are for our service members...but they are expected to be "tough".
I'm sorry to say that there are many other lonely souls out there...homeless, elderly, mentally ill, single people...being alone this year was mostly my choice...some people don't have that luxury.
I'll never do that again...there are a lot of other people that could use at least a meaningless conversation or some well-wishes from a stranger.
Let's not even delve into the financial state of most people...uhhg...also my first Christmas where I couldn't get anything for my kids...nothing.
There will be other Christmases...and I will die before I'm ever alone on this day again.
Originally posted by mattdel
Thanks for the sentiment.
I am alone this year, as well as the foreseeable years ahead. I don't choose to be, but life hasn't seen fit to bless me with the things I want most, like a family or real friends. I've spent the better part of 2 hours today wallowing in self pity and tears, and I plan to recommence that activity once my ass starts to hurt from this chair. No need to pity me though, I do enough. 29 years of isolation from anything resembling a connection with another human has given me a very cynical view of the world, but for some reason the holidays make me weep because I can actually feel the love in the air, and I know none of it is for me.
edit on 24-12-2012 by mattdel because: (no reason given)