[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
Of late I have tried to be more open, more honest, nor only with those around me, but particularly with myself. Less hiding of unpleasant awareness (I dare not call it facts), however annoying that might be. It remains true, of course, that I am profoundly dissatisfied with life as I find it, or as it has found me and insisted on being my constant companion. Whatever some people may say, and people do say many things, most of which are more the effluent of emotions than truly thought out philosophy, life on earth is not beautiful. It isn’t wonderful. It isn’t pretty or sweet smelling or amazing. It certainly is not safe, nor is it predictable. It’s neither caring nor loving. I’d go so far as to say that earth life “is” and that’s about it.
I observe. That’s the first problem. I think about what I observe: problem number two. My mind’s the mind of a fixer and that is definitely problem number three. All of my adult life has been one of observation, analysis, reaching conclusions about this world’s mega problems (obvious to those who observe and who go so far as trying to understand what they are observing) and going about finding solutions to those problems. In this process I’ve done a lot of crazy things, not all of them “wise” in retrospect, but the consolation is that at least I was trying to do something positive. However tempted, I never blew up anything, or shot anybody, and yes, in small ways I have to admit to myself that once in a while I did make someone’s life better with my meddling.
That being said, I repeat, I’m increasingly dissatisfied with it all. This world, ladies and gentlemen (and anyone else in between, or crosswise) is a mess. It’s the kind of mess that spreads, like a disease, which it really it. It is the kind of mess that hurts people, many of those in extremely serious ways. It is the kind of mess that steals people’s right to a decent life, and often takes their very life.
I could look at that as so many do and think, well, that’s the way the cookie crumbles. How about this great Americanism: shit happens. Life explained in two words that need no translation or explanation. Once that wonderful two-word philosophy has been expressed, the next logical step is, “Don’t worry, be happy.” Sure, be happy. Why not, if nothing can be done about the state of the world?
Here’s a wonderful quote:
Imagine if suffering were real.
Imagine if those old people were afraid of death.
What if the midget or the girl with one arm
really felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would be
to live if some people were
alone and afraid all their lives. — Jack Gilbert, “Games”
Don’t let the sarcasm pass you by… hold on to it for a few moments of deeper thoughts. Imagine, for one moment, if all that pain deliberately manufactured on this world… was real. If children were molested, or slaughtered, mass-murdered in resource wars. Imagine if women actually didn’t enjoy being sex objects, or being subjected to rape. Imagine if being a war refugee wasn’t as romantic as you thought it would be. Imagine if having your home bombed, or burned down, actually was a problem. Imagine if having nothing to eat, and no water to drink was more than just a bit of an inconvenience.
Jack Gilbert says, “Imagine how impossible it would be to live” … and I paraphrase: if we had to endure what all these other people are enduring. Let me add this: imagine further how even more impossible it would be if we realized we were the cause of this suffering?
Being an empath on this world is a terrible curse. Imagine having to feel what other people feel, and not having the choice of feelings, whether they are experiencing torture, or the pleasure of an orgasm. That is the lowest form of hell, so when some spirit agent or angel or divine presence offers you this gift, let me warn you: think long and hard before you say, “yes.”
I’m now going to take you to a different world; a world inhabited only by empaths. It is not a very crowded world because these people need their space and they know how to keep it. Nevertheless we’re speaking here of several millions scattered over a world maybe half the size of earth. These empaths are also telepathic and their lifestyles are ‘in tune’ with their natural environment so they need very little technology to live the kind of lives any of us would envy.
I asked one of the residents from that world what happens there when there is violence; when someone is killed in a fight, for example. How does the justice system function? There was a long moment of silence, then the woman I was speaking to answered.
“Your question has no legitimacy on our world. May as well ask, what do you do when blue turns red? There is no violence on our world. We have no crime. There are no predators. Nothing is ever taken for all is freely offered. We have no government for we have no such need. We have no religion, nor money for the same reason. No one is ever forced to do anything against their will; no one ever imposes any belief system upon another though all are free to believe whatever they desire; whatever helps them develop their personal awareness of life.”
I insisted on pushing the point further. “What would happen, say, if a child died in an accident, perhaps a drowning, or from choking and no one was there to help?”
“Apart from the fact that such a scenario could never happen because we are empaths and telepaths from the time we are born, I can tell you what would happen. The entire world – millions of individuals, not only of humans, but animals, birds, all sentient life – would come to a shocked stand still. The enormity of the “crime” would be felt by all and nothing would proceed until the reasons for such a terrible tragedy taking place were understood.
“Then the entire world would mourn deeply.
“Then the entire world would come together to develop some way to prevent such a terrible thing from happening ever again.
“But remember, this is taking me back many millennia, to the beginnings of our empathetic and telepathic civilization, a civilization that gives equality to all sentient life and that respects and honours all of life.
“As embodied entities we are not free of needs. We do consume plants; we drink the water and we breathe the air. We have various types of shelters for those seasons when it is necessary to allow the weather to get colder, or wetter so as to balance and replenish the environment. None of that, however, is done without awareness of the energy flow between all of us, by which I mean sentients, plus the air, water, plants and soil. We are “us” – nothing is excluded from our awareness. A mountain; a flower, exists in my thoughts with the same intensity or “value” as my own child.”
That conversation took place a long time ago. In the intervening years I’ve compared the performance of Earthians (who claim to be human) with what the Altarians (Yes, the world I was writing about is called Altaria) have managed to accomplish through a reasonable observation of what works, and what can never work, rejecting what they observed had never worked and would never work. They didn’t change their environment, they changed themselves. They rejected the selfish nature by developing two hidden senses that all pseudo-humans possess: empathy and telepathy.
Earthians’ great failing (they have many!) is their obdurate choice of solutions to societal problems that can only make those problems worse. Tied in to this failing is to insist on regurgitating “solutions” that have been tried countless times, and failed abysmally in equal measure and equal number of times. That is not a sign of intelligence, quite the opposite.
Speaking of telepathy, man’s technology is in the process of forcing this upon the population of earth. It won’t be a gentle, open, joyful sharing of a people’s deepest thoughts, hopes and longings though. It will be an extraction of information. The information, by itself is pointless and meaningless, but that’s not the point of the surveillance police state. The point is to rape the mind. Do “they” give a damn whether you prefer to poison yourself at McDonalds rather than Burger King? That you support “the Broncos” rather than “The Colts” or whether you’re homosexual rather than hetero? That you pray to Allah and not Jehovah? No, of course not, but they will make you think that because it creates fear and anger. Fear and anger lead to endless anti-life aberrations; to violence, pain and death. Why would the Status Quo want that? Because that is how it manufactures power over life.
Yes, I long for my “transition” from earth to Altaria. I’ve been working diligently to qualify as a novice and trainee in compassion, empathy and telepathy on my chosen next world for many years now. I regret none of the time spent developing a mind that can understand and live on such a world.
The downside has been a gradual “separation” from the accepted, and acceptable; for my part, a pain-filled growing awareness of all the horrible crimes committed daily, mostly unawares, by people without feelings for those (human, animal, etc) they use, abuse and whose lives they destroy without any qualm, guilt or even a passing thought.
“Pass me those wings, will ya?”
“Git ‘er Dead” A sticker on the back of a pickup canopy advertising a type of bullet accompanied by the picture of a dead buck lying on the ground.
Cheering when more “boots on the ground” are sent by the President to some country the cheerers couldn’t find on a map.
By what right? By all those “rights” that are destroying this civilization day in, day out and none the wiser.
I’ll tell you this: there is but one weapon of mass destruction on this world: it’s its pretend humanity; every single one a weapon aimed at every other and the world they exist on without ever bothering to develop a life purpose. Aye, there’s the rub: no real purpose but to exist and die.
And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is my “close.” You may retire for your verdict but regardless of what you decide, I already know what will be the outcome.