August 4, 2014
It is nice and cool outside this morning. Why do I
constantly say the same thing over and over again; don’t I have any flavors of
life to color my mind other than the “Good Morning it is nice out today”?
There is a message and it goes back to propaganda, Pavlov, The movie,
“The
Manchurian Candidate, Jesus, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, The Power of Positive
Thinking, Moses and the Ten Commandments and the 1960’s.
What I
do is place the mind where it belongs, as in:
A point of view:
Sometimes our thoughts are compiled into a point of view.You know the thoughts about what we think of the world as it stands today.
But there is another point of view.
A simple point of view, a view we sometimes forget about because it is always there, always available.
It is the point of view that we see when we first wake up.
Or the point of view we see when we look out at the world to see what is before us.
It may be a garden out back, a working crew viewed through an open window,
a sandy beach with a red horizon, and a blacktop road at fifty miles per hour.
It is a deliberate choice that we make to put us in our proper perspective with our environment.
I can vision my body going out into a meadow and closing my eyes.
Standing still and then opening my eyes for the first time.
Absorbing the texture and colors in my point of view.
The thoughts moving through my mind are the colors, textures and smells of my surroundings.
A point of view.
***
I sat on the plane writing this thought:
How many of us live in a safe haven? Our protective shell, our home in a
nutshell. Peace and safety surrounding our being. How does this cave of modern
times differ from the time of bears breaking into our cabin and confronting us?
We still deal with earthquakes, rains and tides but our relative safety is
quite good. How did we ever get to this place of comfort where the local
government does not pry into our being? We hear about the rampage but the
flooded waters move elsewhere.
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As the plane landed a strange site appeared in my view. People were standing
like statues looking like an abstract painting in orange. Some stood on
bandanas, some on rifles. They were scattered about like droppings from a
plane.
So what is going on I ask? Someone handed me a folded paper with writing on it.
The paper said,
"Orders from a higher authority:"
The sun was hot. Heat wavered over the red earth. The shine of wet skin
could be seen for miles. Our higher authority had given the order. The earth
looked like hell. For as far as you could see they had come, so there they
stood. Most were in agony. The physical and mental adjustments were
excruciating. Bodies were shaking internally. They were ordered to stand still
and at attention, so they stood. Acres of aches stood still. Emotion
reverberated in their minds but they had orders. They would stand until they
got it right.
A lifetime of hate was being forced to the surface. He was ordered to
stand still. He was told that peace would come. He was wired like steel. He had
the strength to endure this pain and he would. He was ordered to do so. He
stood like a statue, with his weapon or bandana under his feet.
Peace and Goodwill Prevail.
These orders came from a higher authority.
***
They must stand still for peace.
You can go to work and slay beef, fowl or pork and not too many folks will say
what you do is evil. You provide a service for the folks in your neighborhood.
You can on occasion just decide you have had enough and call work and say, “I
won't be in today." You take the day off and enjoy what life gives you. You
made a decision, a simple decision.
The folks in the West and Middle East can lay their weapons down on the ground
and stand on them at attention. They can contemplate peace. They can stand
thirty soldiers deep. They can stand and think and do nothing but fight for
peace in their solitude. They can stand erect until every muscle in there body
aches for peace. They can let every killing emotion pass through their system
of thought. They can stand still until peace comes over their bodies. Some will
want to strangle the veined throat of their neighbor but they must stand still
for peace. This is a very painful process as they look down at their killing
weapons. They must follow orders they are now soldiers for peace. They must
stand still for peace."
***
"Confucius thought that a ruler who had to resort to
force had already failed as a ruler",
so that is where the world is now. We are standing in the timeline of violence.
When one man stands still and ends the violence another man will shoot him off
the pedestal of peace.
How many men will die for nothing?
This is what they can do.
They must stand still for peace.
"Orders from a higher authority:"
"Orders from a higher authority:"
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