“INSIGHT – A GIVEN OR AQUIRED?…”

typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2INSIGHT: We all hope we have it. IT that keeps us protected by using our five senses: vision, hearing, smell, taste and touch. But the REAL question is: Are my five wits always firing? I would love to think so; but I’d be fooling myself.

In my mind’s eye I think all five senses surely fire when shock takes hold… You know: war or despots or disaster or hatred or poverty or inhumanity or… You add your own list here.

To ask the question of whether or not Insight is Given or Acquired is like asking someone: “Do you know what your future holds?”  Yet, if we were to invite this query into our consciousness—in any given moment—we just might have the first sensitivity of how to salvage ourselves. It is then, using our five senses, we just might be able to lend a hand to humankind.

“A REVOLUTIONARY MIND…”

typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2To look for the reasons WHY inside a revolutionary mind is like looking into the universe thinking we see it clearly. We can never know the exact point where any mind turns from what is customary to what is lethal.

And what We The People thought was solid ground beneath our freedoms is now falling into a deep abyss of the few stealing from the majority what used to be our peace of mind.

The formative years for our children (our youth) is fodder to twist for the good of our country or for its destruction. History confirms it is possible to indoctrinate and bully OUR youth into carrying out the unimaginable on behalf of manipulative heretics.

Yes, we must deal with those whose minds already hemorrhage with hatred. Yet, I would much prefer that our country begin to wonder OUT LOUD… “What can I do to remove inbred prejudice from my own life so the youth I touch cannot catch even a flicker of it?

“CHANGELINGS…”

My very old and much-loved dictionary defines Changelings as “…Archaic, One apt to change; a waverer.” I love the word Changeling and recently used it in an email to a dear friend. Email, you say, how archaic. Yes, you’re right. Yet, even though we exchange words in this fashion, my friend, also a Changeling and I still feel our Soul-Place with Intention raise up from the screen.

I believe each of us has a Place that is not measured by continent, country or hometown. These places are physical and Changelings know it is only for passing through. The true Place of import is how, when and why we become Changelings—where we transform that nothing special place into our Soul-Place with Intention.

Ironically, in our search for Soul-Place with Intention, we find out that our foes and our sources of help are one-in-the-same: social media, the worldwide web, scrutiny, hatred and greed.

Yet, there are Changelings, hidden in the cloak of unawareness that our world sorely needs. Look! See if you can find one—or are one.

EARTH’S SPACE JUNK…

Mother Earth, I presume, is like mother’s everywhere: kind; angry; unhappy; wise; devoted; uncertain; loving; mean; confused; scared, sober and addicted—like all of us really.

Mother Earth expresses her power and weakness as do we. But she is additionally afflicted with earth’s junk: the man-created kind that orbits just above our breathing atmosphere. Junk that is intended to learn from or to spy on others and is said to be threatening Mother Earth’s orbital environment.

I didn’t want to go there, Mother Earth, because it humbles me to think of that power being toyed with. I’m just not that brave. Yet here I am and here is what I see in the space junk…

  • Jihad – a relentless campaign against somebody or something – like all the religious conflicts throughout Mother Earth’s orbit.
  • Greed – insatiability, materialism and craving – where I want something I didn’t earn.
  • Hatred – extreme dislike – where I rage against something I’m not willing to learn about.
  • Prejudice – narrow-mindedness – how can I broaden the narrowness that is, at this moment, my certainty?
  • Love – feel affection for – yes there are people I love, but what about Mother Earth? She that literally keeps me grounded and gives me the air I breathe.

I think we are asking all the wrong questions because our questions are asked inside the prism of each of the above prejudices. I think the question to ask is: Mother Earth, you are now physically erupting on each continent in your flight path and I ask: “Might this be our Global Warning!