Early morning again and here I am Blank-page. You call me and I comply.
What do I have to say? Nothing much. Listening to music while I wait for words that would appear to you, dearest Blank-page.
Working diligently to remain aware second to second, succeeding at the moment, since there is nothing to shove me off the present moment pedestal. Waves that come and go, pushing me off balance try, but I am able to teeter and grasp a sure-footed stance. Tsunamis hit now and again but thankfully, I am presently in between one of those.
I am grateful for my current determined focus. Bliss is always accessible in awareness. I am grateful for this computer which serves me. Enabled by this technology, I marvel at the ease with which I can record and edit words allowing my abstractions to be better communicated.
What a wonderful tool we have given each other!
Accordingly, I think of the countless gifts we give each other every day without which none of us would experience a comfortable life. We rise and go off into our work, into service for each other. While doing so, we think only of our own selfish goal of increasing our personal standard of living. The truth, however, is that we are in service to each other no matter which level we are currently standing on in the survival system of this earth. Selfish or not, servicing each other, we all do better. It is the way this global system works. What would we do without all the systems we count on?
It’s interesting how most people think we are all separate and independent. Especially the US where the thought of community and sharing is so abhorrent. The word community and sharing inspire fear of socialism and communism. This makes me laugh. Using capitalist trading is a kind of community system in spite of its ruthlessness. It is called economics and although it pretends to be something other, it is regardless a system where people work together to survive. Even in this less caring social system, everyone is in some sort of service, making, distributing or caring for others.
In turning my thoughts to the top level of the global Ponzi scheme, even there, they are in service to others. Sure, at the top, it seems as if they have it all and are enjoying the freedom of an envied best life. But are they?
The elitist level of pampering indeed seems the best. They can afford the supreme of all there is to preserve and maintain their well-being. However, they too will fall. Not that I mean this as a punishment or even as an equalizer but rather as a remembrance of a promise we all share. The promise that no matter what we do or how we live, we all die.
The elitist’s level of drama has rewards, entertaining the rest of us but in truth, they don’t have it all. They are experiencing a pretty low level of existence in comparison to the people who have broken the bonds of fear.
The drive pushing towards the top level of success is based on fear; fear of pain, fear of death, fear of not being the top dog.
The irony of being the top elite is that they are actually on a second to the second dogged by more fear than the homeless who have nothing.
Sure it doesn’t seem that way and I have no doubts that someone reading this view of mine will offer a debate on it. However, I have seen behind the curtain of OZ and there, I found fearful humans acting the great omnipotent role.
You say they are not pretending? You say that they have it good?
If you think this way, I will gamble all my assets on the idea that you haven’t yet looked behind the curtain.