Tuesday, January 25, 2011

An artist is a god born a suffering child.
There has been a break down in the spiritual armor. My body wants to tell me I am weak. But, refuse to let my carnal mind tell me to be sick. Once, the mind and body conspire to take down the spirit, it gives the whole being permission to give up. So, if the "ego" wants to be sick then all the being's elements are defeated and being sick comes easy But, as long as my spirit is strong I believe I am able to press on through the day. It reminds me of when I walk pass a small house. I am amazed by how a small house may visually appear shy, but then within its belly it is a realm of beauty. Live within your means.

But, in this small home, like in small towns, there is an emptiness that exists and only a certain small group are able to understand. The emptiness ties your loins into a large knot where confusion breeds and you want to be re'leaved' at first sight of daylight elsewhere. Small towns are like a barrel of crabs. When one crab appears to be making it out of the barrel the other crabs find some reason to pull him/her back down.

Anyone is capable of untying the knot free themselves from the pain. NO man is a slave to their own illusions. But, at this moment my limbs ache and seem to be incapable of soothing the walls that protect everything that lives within. Every wall itches with pain and I can't figure out yet how to persuade them to settle down so that we all can be freed together with the sun. I believe the sun defines the happiness that great spiritual leaders refer to when they lecture about love and compassion. I would live for that type of love.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Is it possible to have "friends" and practice non-attachment?
Who is this person I call my Self?

Who is this being people devote their lives to called, God?

It is humorous to me that there is a such a world debate and spiritual civil war where people live and die by the belief of the mere existence or non-existence of an invisible being. To me is somewhat childish and inconsequential when so many spirits are suffering in our world. It just proves to me that how disconnected to faith and hope our world has developed. Man's interpretation of logic, reason, and faith has burnt and been buried under the ashes of so many martyrs. Our society as a whole has chosen to spit on the history that has brought us to this point. So many great people, both religious leaders and scientists, have died and those who have revered their work have fused their work and actually understand the importance of human activism. Religion and science have been used by the enemy to destroy lives. For example, Adolf Hitler used science, Obama Bin Ladin uses "God," "Jim Crow" used both to enslave African for more that 400 years, and there are so many more dictators (simply look at the current events occurring in Arizona, any American city's ghetto or barrio, Sudan, South Africa, Bosnia, etc.) that live among masses, us, that are acting according to their deluded interpretation of religion and science. It is not religion or the belief in God that murder innocent people. It isn't science that to push innocent people into gas chambers. It is their deluded interpretation of each medium to brainwash and kill innocent people. And it our society's ignorance that allows these acts take place and point our crooked fingers at God and Science to say who is at fault.
Well, well, well it has been quite some time since I last wrote here. I have thought about sHe, but never felt inside that was the "right" time to write with or to her. Anyways, a lot has happened has occurred in the world since the new year, hasn't it? It isn't that I want to reflect on the occurrences I just feel has been written into the graves of memory. So, people will visit the grave site pay thie respects when they see the story on television or listen to updates on the radio.

So, I have been thinking about why I blog. At first I was unsure that I would ever start electronically writing. Its like reading e-books. It is not the same ambiance around the computer as it is around black ink and paper. But, I have come to terms that this a mode of self-analysis writing here; a chronicle of some sort. I have been reading a lot of James Baldwin lately, which has lead me Fire within me. I thoroughly enjoy his eloquent testaments. He has moved me to go within and search myself then move towards the world. I believe Western thought, subjugated by materialism, encourages people to be arrested by the external world first and obtain material wealth to measure their success.

What importance is material wealth? "I make this amount of money." "I have this kind of car." "My house is so many square feet and x amount of rooms." I am unsure of person's intentions when they echo such platitudes. Especially, when there are people that are literally dying for a bite of food or drink of water. These are topics I am trying to comb through to understand the Western world. But, I hope to chronicle my journey from the soul to the external.