In organic solid bone, soft flesh, blood flowing, corpuscle coursing, everyday breathing in breathing out, walking talking thinking living existence time, map reading has historically been the rightful domain of male human species. It’s got something to do with right left brain wiring; therefore giving rise to a generalized opinion that female species human is better designed to lowly less stimulating activity.
Thankfully thinking has moved on and up and google and Siri have reduced any argument against a Speech Interpretation and Recognition Interface futile and unrewarding. External map reading was always a challenge, getting lost a cost of miscalculation. Depending on destination and importance of arrival, time and purpose, map reading could be a journey of rewarding deliverance or a deliberate disaster of one’s own imperfect sensory ability, in an overloaded sensory minefield. Gender really had nothing to do with it; it just came down to practice perseverance and opportunistic persistence.
Life mapping and reading is a whole different thing. There are those, whoever those in the life mapping speciality are, who purport to have the skills necessary to guide you along the rocky road of life, over the bumpy and pot holed bitumen of existence and up and down the hills and valleys of mortalities tumultuous terrain. Like some palm reader, lines of your life are road blocked, T-junctioned, crossroaded, roundabouted and gridlocked into a future longitude latitude reference point, delivered by some wise human Siri voiceover.
Unfortunately or fortunately, as each individual case actually is dependent on your view, you and only you are your very own Speech Interpretation and Recognition Interface. Siri is you and you alone are the only reader of your mind map. Your map, like your finger print, is unique to you, identifiable to you, for you and only you. It’s readable by no one else, barely decipherable by you and coded in symbols that can only be unlocked by you.
Being aware that a map (mind alignment profile) actually exists is the very first step. Without that awareness everything else is chaotic chaos. Some find their map in religious doctrine others in career and status. But even these purposes passions and meanings can fail dismally and flounder heartbreakingly on broken and shattered dreams, when the reality of life’s full force enters uninvited.
For most their own map will remain elusive, fluttering into view intermittingly, especially in times of crisis, only to be pushed away when the storm has passed. The search for meaning in life is usually taken up with a constant mapping of others existence, attempting to read their secrets and techniques in a desperate effort to emulate those whose lives appear to have it all.
Being, just being with those who are officially dying is a journey into map reading, for them and those close to them. Each individual is brought sharply to a full stop and even though the acceleration of their lives is careering on, blockages in the form of T-junctions, crossroads, roundabouts, gridlocks and roadblocks are vaporised, bringing the whole map into clarity and silent slow motion freefall.
For those who are lucky and able enough to be within the cacophony of chaotic death time, finding their map is glaringly available. The treasure is not at any point on the map; reward is not some tangible material possession. Finding your simple purpose, your place and part, your individual uniqueness with a common whole, your humanity with other individual humans on the trip of life, finding you, being you, you.
You are the map the map is you.
The theory is delicious and when it occurs in reality it is addictive beyond imagination, another reason why chemical ingestion is so prevalent, searching and grasping for that high of constant equilibrium.
One of the many reasons the philosophy of Buddhism appeals is its reach for peace of mind. Not from outside stimuli or pharmaceutical drugs, from within self, within the within, those deep fold valleys and eddies of the mind, set within the universal interconnectedness of grey matter with all matter.
Formal meditation can be a bitch for the beginner novice and fidgety of limb and mind. Of course it’s not easy; it’s the striving to be easy, that’s the beginning, that’s the point. Informal meditation can be a much more gentle ease in, everyone does it without knowing. Those moments of total immersion, of focused oneness with a thing or activity that slows you down, loses you in its comfortable timeless.
But it’s the time thing, finding that space of time in an ever increasing human made madness. The reality of being is difficult enough now; illusion of speed fabricated or not has conditioned our species to accept it as a reality.
With suicide and stimuli addiction at epidemic levels, peace of mind is a rare commodity, ripe for the pickings of all manner of new age gurus soothsayers and charlatans. A whole industry is clamouring to band aid the pieces of your broken mind with cleansing chants tantric poses and organic oaths.
Paying for getting what you pay for goes so much deeper than money driven ego economics. No one can teach you where peace of your individual mind originates at, emanates from and ultimately presents to the world in reflected emotion. You can be guided, hopefully genuinely. You can be shaped, hopefully with compassion and as close to altruism as is humanly possible. Taken and not left adrift with an empty bank account and even emptier psyche and soul.
Or you can find your own way, not alone but with those who resonate with you, vibrate on a similar energy, nourish your soul. They and those are rare and they are not all in human form, most are not. Unless you’re a full blown fulltime practitioner in the art of mind control, then your aim is to find pockets of peace. How deep those pockets are, is simply up down and every which way on you and you alone.
It’s always a good time to start finding your peace, your way.
Kim Flung ICBM Dung really wants his very own nuke tipped turgid twat tickler. The Tangerine Terrorist really wants to blow his load everywhere every time and in every direction. Xi Jinping Pong really wants to turn sand castles into Indian Ocean Island based military first strike ballistic missile launching pads. Vlad Putin it Out and About really wants respect and a resurgent Russian Nation to rise up and borscht butt fuck the USA and its NATO allies. Malcolm Turn Bullshit into an Art Form really wants to lick ass and laugh all the way to his future merchant wank bank heaven.
None of these fine upstanding very wealthy very narcissistic men have ever known real suffering. The type of suffering that’s only reserved for those who are perceived to be weak and expendable, such levels of physical pain and psychological torment that just doesn’t register in the minds and lives of this latest evolution of political masters. It’s not at all personal; they just don’t care in that way or about that. And that’s what makes it even more personal and dangerous. What characterizes their personality type is a brain wiring ability to be devoid of real and measurable empathy, enabling them to have absolutely no qualms about inflicting wholesale indignities down and upon all beings who they regard as pathetic.
Below them lay pawns that are nothing more than convenient numbers in the power playbook of their very own unique perverted paradigm. Only they can be in positions of such power and they truly and completely know it and own it.
These are individuals who absolutely fear death and tremble at the possibility of annihilation. Failure is not an option and any failings will be the fault of others, never ever, never ever their fault. These are show grade pedigree standard full blown attention seeking psychopaths and this club of mad men are playing kick a nuke down the road.
For reasons yet to be revealed the world obviously deserves this lot at this time. The main problem is that at this time this lot may not get what they believe they deserve. Even more worrisome is that they may just reveal to the world reasons as to why we should have taken each of them out way before now. Way before now, before its way too late.
And that’s just that lot.
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If, as many believe, Planet Earth is a living breathing very much alive organism, an entity with feeling, then what it’s being subjected to is unarguably cruel and criminal. If, as many believe, technology is an invention made by humans and used as a tool to shape the planet, manufacturing reality to benefit the species, then whatever the planet is used for, is really of no concern at all.
When it comes to currency in all its forms and its acquisition, there are really no questions about how far humanity will go; answers as to the extent are readily available.
Scientific knowledge creates technology that enables tools to be manufactured, used and applied across an endless array of scenarios for practical purpose(s). Splitting the atom was a thought process, when practically tested, created the atom bomb that was used for practical purpose. Knowledge is indeed power and with its corruptible tendencies, well the rest is history and what a heavy load of history it is.
The ability to put a man on the moon and vaporize women and children is the totality of insanity, an infection and affliction particular to where consciousness currently sits in the human species. Thought from the evolved state we have developed has brought choice dilemma, dependent upon the whim of decision makers.
At each point removed from direct contact, responsibility for consequence is simply an addition or subtraction on a litany of historical repetition. The criteria simply based on what’s currently acceptable at each historical point in time and what its benefit offers for whom. Methods applied are justifiable for those who have the means, not so easily squared off for those who suffer deeds, actions so unemotionally delivered and done.
Cruelty occurs in so many ways on so many levels and can be couched in so many sinister guises, sold as for the greater good, when in fact it’s completely self-serving and beneficial to no other target than those pulling the strings and flicking the switches.
From youthful naïve optimism come’s a perspective of adult realism leading to a middle aged danger of pessimism ending in an elderly fatalism.
Currency in cruelty is a reality. What’s now also a reality is the inescapable fact that our scientific knowledge has created the technological leap that has enabled us to push a system that we depend upon for life sustainability to a point of collapse.
There were many who believed that the planet would take out the human species in order to allow all other organisms a suitable environment in which to thrive. It’s now more apparent than ever before that Earth may indeed be rendered totally inhabitable.
The bill for generations of unfettered cruelty may be unpayable. It may be what bankrupts a planetary system and signs the death warrant for all other lifeforms who can never repay the debt humanity has built on the back of cruelty.
No currency is worth that cost.
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