If you persist in trying to attain
what is never attained (It is Tao's gift), if you persist
in making effort to obtain what effort cannot get, if you
persist in reasoning about what cannot be understood, you
will be destroyed by the very thing you seek.
— Chuang Tzu (Thomas Merton)
7-19-04
My good
friend Hard Hawk (his Seneca tribal designation though he’s an
honorary Ossetian who now lives on an island in the
Mediterranean which shall remain unnamed) reminded me today
that all this murder and rape and these nauseating atrocities
that the Americans are inflicting on the Iraqis and the
Israelis are relishing as they butcher Palestinians are
really, across the many centuries, the hallmark of human
civilization, typical human behavior. Criminals rule, and
always have.
Consider: Americans squeezed the life out of 60 million
indigenous people, from the 1637 Thanksgiving burning of the
Pequots through all the pogroms against the Cherokees in
Tennessee and the Seminoles in Florida, to name just two of
many massive massacres. It’s just the same way with
globalization now: wipe out the existing population and take
over. Only today we do it with immunization programs in
Africa, the accidental spread of biotech grains around the
world, and deliberately putting poisons in our food and
medicines.
Sometimes it makes you wonder who’s in charge of all
these programs, who’s really in charge. Do they want the Earth
to be radioactive? Are they trying to kill us
all?
Yes,
it's interesting to contemplate these present times in this
historical manner; what is happening is merely a continuation
of all that has gone before, business as usual. Which, despite
the anguished protests of millions of compassionate souls
around the world, is probably why hardly anyone notices what’s
going on. Because it has always gone on.
The
globalization monster probably began when Rome gobbled up Gaul
and Britain, or even when Cambyses the insane Persian marched
into Egypt to end the last dynasty of Amasis, or even prior to
that when Sargon and his successors conquered the various
citystates of the Fertile Crescent, perhaps back before that
when the Lords of the 40 Lost Cities sent their Brahmins to
India to dispatch the indiginents, all the same story probably
long before that, deep into the unremembered darkness of
prehistory.
Now the
process is known as Zionist America, spreading like a fatal
virus through the nooks and crannies of our planet. It makes
today’s bloody events easier to comprehend, though no less
tragic. So the answer then can only be as Lao Tzu and Chuang
Tzu insisted, to find one's own path to the way of all things,
keep one’s own counsel about the sadistic spasms of the human
society (fat chance I’ll ever do that), and be grateful to
have witnessed the dance.
Come to
think of it, the universe works this way too, as the bigger
stars swallow up the little ones and spit out random chemicals
that fly inexorably across the starry firmament and land on
boiling rocks like this one. Eventually, after billions of
years and much organic socialization, these heavenly elements
eventually coalesce into lifeforms and civilizations, if
conditions are just right.
The way
the universe works is the path I am trying to follow. Still,
the heart and soul within me cry out at the needless tragedy
of mothers who see their children bleeding before their eyes
in places like Fallujah, Ramallah, Darfur, Brazzaville, and
Columbine High School, all those lives cut short by men who
see something they want and will kill anyone or anything to
get, even though in the perspective of time what they wanted
is meaningless. Somehow I think, though, that the universe
(call it God if you want to) sheds no tears for the follies we
create for ourselves.
Of
course you know by now a deeper question lurks in all this
turmoil that embroils us in strife and disease, in the misery
and malice that jolts our everyday repose. The question of who
we are and where we came from and why we're here. You know
that one. It is only the focus of all life on this planet, in
your mind at all places and times. Whether you realize or not,
you hear about it everytime you go to sleep, as a knowledge
door glides open and the information is available. It is the
search for the source, and every bit as essential to our
health and our survival as food and water.
When
you go to sleep your pineal gland (or third eye) awakens and
takes in information from other realms you do not normally
hear in the daytime. It is in this way some of the great
philosophers meant when you wake it is to sleep in the
comforting distraction of material reality, but when you sleep
it is to awaken into the larger reality of the universe, which
in its timeless sleeping dreams a joyful dance it desires to
be shared by all.
Comprehending it is quite another matter as when we
wake and try to recall that message from the night as it flits
past our focus like some mosquito in a dark tent, in parables
and ironies and myths dimly half-understood for only a
fleeting instant; then we think, what was it were dreaming (?)
as dawning day grinds our groggy senses back into the tepid
trance of consensual consciousness.
Behind
all our questions, all our glimmers of understanding, lies a
deeper question. We hear it whisper to us when we consider all
these other ominous facts that besiege us throughout the day:
Why is the world being deliberately poisoned with
radioactivity? Who would possibly do this when no one can
survive this suicidal policy? Is someone really trying to rub
us out? Why in any God’s name did they ever put fluoride in
the water when it could only dull our senses? Why are they
poisoning us with lethal chemtrails, biotech food, bogus
medicines, constant wars, endless lies, and all manner of
toxins no matter which way we turn? Is there, in fact, a
gigantic plot to kill us all, or are these fears just
pathological projections of our own terror, that we know
somewhere in the looming future a bullet has our name on it,
be it cancer, the comet, or simply the inexorable
inevitability of creeping decrepitude.
In the
back of our minds always is the factoid that the beast of
darkness will come to us at some inconvenient point. But that
alone does not account for all these strange and vicious
happenings that now afflict our panicked world. The answer
must needs have a deeper meaning.
So
that's the prime candidate for the reason why we ask these
questions, why we trace genealogies through the mists of time,
why we drop to our knees and wail "sweet Jesus protect me"
from the dark tsunami you hear creeping up behind your left
ear.
Answers
during the day are hard and bitter and mostly unproductive.
But during the night, the information is there to be had if
you can but master the way to corral it, and tougher still,
remember it.
The
great Taoist master Chuang Tzu once dreamt that he was a
butterfly fluttering here and there. In the dream he had no
awareness of his individuality as a person. He was only a
butterfly. Suddenly, he awoke and found himself laying there,
a person once again. But then he thought to himself, "Was I
before a man who dreamt about being a butterfly, or am I now a
butterfly who dreams about being a man?"
So just
before I walked outside and saw the unbelievable beauty of the
universe in matching perpindicular crescents of both the Moon
and Venus now gracing the pre-dawn morning sky, this is what
the universe had to say to me just before I woke (yes, it’s
another dream story) as taken from my foggy notes just after I
clambered over to the keyboard.
What is
the larger question? We zoom through sleep bombarded with
information that we take in but don’t ordinarily remember. Are
there beings out there talking to us? We imagine their little
pointy faces, and sometimes see them on magazine racks in
supermarket checkout lines. What is the level of this coverup?
(if it is one), we wonder.
In my
dream we were all trapped in a giant supermarket (we have
Publix markets in Florida, which are all squeaky clean and the
fruit is always fresh and luscious, so nobody was feeling
particularly uncomfortable; in fact, nobody was noticing much
of anything, which is the normal state of most
shoppers).
Aliens
communicate with us when we're asleep, the tabloids told me,
because the pineal gland is open and we're more receptive to
info from other realms, I was thinking, standing in front of
the video rental rack, realizing that we were in a movie
titled something like “Aliens admit they created life on
Earth,” but we were actually watching a movie made to cover up
the fact, titled something like “Report on aliens creating
life on Earth proven a hoax.”
See,
what happened was somehow the real movie got on TV and people
were freaking out, so something had to be done and the coverup
movie was made to calm people down. But as we were watching
the coverup movie, the real aliens were hovering nearby in
their little, barely visible evanescent spacecraft (kind of
like surfers in sunglasses hanging out the windows of their
woodie on the way to the beach) trying to assess if we were
accepting the coverup story.
I got
the impression they were conflicted about the whole matter,
even though it was their intent not to reveal themselves. But
somehow they wanted to give us a hint to let us know what they
had done, yet they felt they couldn’t give us this information
directly because it would be too shocking for
most.
The
real message in the first video was that humans were
cultivated by these folks like so many vegetables in a garden
as an experiment to see if souls could grow and survive when
left on their own. The progress we had made, I guessed they
surmised, was that we hadn’t evolved sufficiently to receive
this news in a straightforward way.
Couldn’t blame them. Shee-it, just look at the evidence
in the daily newspapers, all blood and guts and senseless
confusion.
And yet
the conclusion dawned on me that that's why we always look for
the deeper meaning, because deep down we know we were put here
for some kind of test. So that was the dream. I guess that it
means that deep down, I believe life has
meaning.
I
noticed on the website Space Daily the other day something
about our solar system crossing into another region of our
galaxy where magnetic influences were somehow different, and
that we would be perceiving things differently, scientific
values would vary slightly. Pardon my vagueness. Technically
I’m illiterate about most material things.
And
I’ve also read that when the Mayan calendar ends in 2012, it
will mark the point were we cross the exact midpoint of our
galaxy, called the ecliptic, and all manner of soothsayers
(not to mention government provocateurs) have described all
manner of events this happening will trigger.
You
won't get the answers you ultimately seek in some leather
bound book embossed with gold letters containing self-serving
historical atrocities. You will find it in deepest, darkest,
scariest sleep, deep in the darkness where there is nothing to
worry about except loving well enough, except accepting love
fast enough because there is such an abundance of it in
everything, could you but only see it.
Then I
got up and made coffee, and thought: so this is the reality I
have chosen, huh? I better go back and read the instructions
again. And when I did, this is what I found.
Tzu Li
went to see Tzu Lai who was dying. Leaning against the door,
he said, “Great is the Creator! What will he make of you now?
Will he make you into a rat's liver? Will he make you into an
insect's leg?”
Tzu-Lai
replied: “The universe gave me my body so I may be carried, my
life so I may work, my old age so I may repose, and my death
so I may rest. To regard life as good is the way to regard
death as good .... If I regard the universe as a great furnace
and creation as a master foundryman, why should anywhere I go
not be all right?”
—
Chuang Tzu (Paul Harrison)
But if
I regard the world as evil, then there is much to fear
indeed.
You
will become, my friend, exactly what you dream.
John Kaminski is the author of “America’s Autopsy
Report,” a collection of his Internet essays published on
hundreds of websites around the world. More recently he has
published “The Day America Died: Why You Shouldn’t Believe the
Official Story of What Happened on September 11, 2001,” a
48-page booklet written for those who still believe the
government’s version of events. For more information about
both, check out http://www.johnkaminski.com/
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