posted on Aug, 11 2013 @ 11:18 PM
I haven't been posting for a while, my energies have been directed toward life change...which means physical as well as spirit/ mind.
At this stage I am living the dream of a "coastal Bum" ....in a 38 ft boat tied up somewhere, off Vancouver Islands N east side.
The grey lead of rain clouds have been hanging overhead all day, and tonight promises to be a wet one....
..A few errant drops are smattering the windshield as I write....
The change from a land boat...(school bus) to a sea boat sounds not too rough....(if you think that, well, yer off)
but when one is paring down his collection of chains....(the worldly # we weight ourselves down with....)
each has its memories and the scars that were earned packing this stuff for years...all ache a bit as it drops away.....Things we treasure, things
that bring us joy or even bitter memories....all must be shed....and with them the
psychic charge they carry......
Like our old friend George used to say..."Ive got too much stuff!"
Funny thing though...... I have dumped a pile of it and its still too much.....so it goes on...what to drag aboard, what to leave ashore....
Meanwhile living and repairing on the same craft takes a lot of balancing as well.....but....
As I look out over the rain dimpled waters and the myriad little ships of every description....
Feel the gentle swell of the boats bouyant hull just gracing the waters surface,....I must say my heart at least is happy here now.....
What does puzzle and confuse me sometimes...most times....is
Why all the misery?
The world seems awash in suffering......The down trodden, the homeless, the poor in spirit and in body....
The teeming masses of the nameless...unknown, unsung, here and gone....in a seemingly endless parade of struggling bleeding, suffering and dying
humanity..
The whole progression the the human race seems an endless progression of bodies and dreams marched willingly or no, into the gigantic maw of a meat
grinder that is history.......and I really cannot identify any purpose......or reason at all......................\
Nothing. is either created or destroyed in the multiverse they tell us......
"we are stardust"
In which case I wonder where all that pain and misery ends up as energy......?
What does it transform into? what force is set free when an individual or group is mutilated, defiled, tortured, murdered?
What does the dissapointment and grief turn into when its created and dispersed among mankind?
What psyche have we been developing since the great wars of the 20th century?
The paranoia of the cold war......and ensuing decades of conflicts, wars, police actions and ethnic cleansings.....
The Slaughter continues across the globe......
It is an endless progression of victims....marching to their doom one way or another........
And you gotta ask yourself why all these souls have to suffer and die.
The balance of happiness pales in comparison to the mountain of sorrows................
Is this then the golden mean for us? the perfect ratio of sorrow and elation> natures true balance for humankind?
...................perhaps...............................but again I ask why?.