Purpose

[an essay, by   ~burning woman~ ] 

Until perhaps a decade of Earth years ago I had not yet realized that any intelligent, sentient, self aware life form needs a purpose in order to make sense of itself and to give itself direction. Without purpose such a life falls into an endless treadmill. How can any intelligent life with the ability to self propel move forward, or in any meaningful direction, without purpose?

Serving a purpose instead of just existing as asset, a “labour resource” or a consumer makes sense. But in a world teeming with billions of Earthians how can one develop a meaningful purpose? How can “I” make myself mean something outside the dictates of a system that by observation increasingly tends to go off the rails and doesn’t seem to have any meaning in itself?

That’s a legitimate question, I think. What is our civilization’s purpose? There was a time that “purpose” for Earthians was to serve the gods. For better or worse, we lost that, or deliberately turned against it. Not totally our fault since the gods, real or imagined, no longer responded to our prayers and left us to our own devices, lead by unabashedly greedy certifiable morons in the field of religion. It wasn’t long before the System offered a new type of belief I would call political atheism.

We were swayed by a new idea: evolution, or natural selection. Instead of gods, nature was the arbiter of everything that had ever been, was, or could be. To top that, man rediscovered himself to be a meaningless physical, finite entity with absolutely no hope of any future beyond his one pointless life. Essentially that is the atheist creed. Like belief in God, gods or whatever, belief in no hereafter is just another type of faith-based concept. The difference is that this belief does not exactly promote the seeking for greater purpose.

For an ISSA being, purpose can only be properly expressed in a mind conscious of existence beyond one physical lifetime. Purpose carries across time and space to encompass cosmic reality. Purpose means partnership with life and its creative force.

Purpose awareness brings one dangerously close to thinking like a god also, and that is a place one must shun with every part of one’s being.

We’ve done the god thing and all it has accomplished is help solidify a societal reality that is destroying us as a species. While pretending to worship some God or other Force, what we have done is create a civilization wherein we would rule the world as gods. In that we have been abject failures. Instead of developing purpose as self empowered individuals we have corralled all the available resources of the planet, human and non, to jerry build a mindless, directionless, self-defeating finite monstrosity that is ever poised to destroy itself through internecine warfare. Our civilization is a predatory Frankenstein without specific direction, without purpose. When we read the questionable records of its history the final question that remains is, what was the point? What’s the point? What comes after?

If we use the Pleasantville allegory as indicative of the development of civilization – and why not? – we end up with the same question: what comes next, once the Pleasantville illusion is shattered? In the movie the answer is we’re not supposed to know. The same answer you get if you do religion. “In my father’s house are many mansions.” Fine, well and good, but that is not an answer. The type and condition of life in the father’s house are never answered. Why not?

Neither religion nor its nemesis atheism, want, or can, give anyone purpose. Purpose relates to a “higher” type of thinking. Purpose shatters the programming of the Powers and sets the mind free to be itself. To develop its own thinking patterns. To see reality, not propaganda. To dare accept a knowledge once sought by mages, visionaries, dreamers. A knowledge ignored and despised in today’s academic and political circles.

Purpose takes us out of mindless existence on the wheel of fate, or karma, or dead-end as is the more common case today. Purpose is the action field where an individual practices living at the expense of her mere existence until all that’s left is life. Once one discovers life society and its manifold chaotic beliefs no longer hold sway.

I can think my own thoughts and know beyond any doubt that they are superior to any expressed by society and those who rule and ruin it to their own destruction. From purpose I can see the past and I can walk into the future, up to “the 13th Floor” and beyond. Can you?  

 

 

 

 

26 thoughts on “Purpose

  1. katharineotto

    Sha’Tara,

    To discover and develop purpose has been a major focus of my life. It hasn’t changed, but my strategy has. Rather than think in terms of past, present, and future, I believe in a kind of “simultaneous time” which sees no beginnings or endings, but just continuous development along multiple lines, like a multi-dimensional seed (the present moment) growing from the inside out.

    What you call “self-empowerment” is a god-like quality, I think, not to be disparaged but to be appreciated as the power to develop potential and live a “meaningful” life. This is different from the “power over” concept that seeks control over others or over circumstances. I believe it’s important to make a distinction between personal power and delegated power. I can attribute many–if not most–of society’s ills to institutions of delegated power, like religions, governments, universities, corporations, and those that amass individuals, willingly or not, under their banners.

    I’ve also been thinking that the so-called mechanistic universe idea that came into vogue with the growth of so-called “science” is devoid of any inherent moral compass. People confuse their inner identities with their group identities such that they lose touch with or don’t appreciate their own core selves. “Science” has replaced “God” or “the gods,” but is just as dogmatic in its professed superiority and just as judgmental as the gods it has displaced.

    Clumsily stated, but a “deep” topic, that continues to evolve in my mind.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for that comment, Katharine. Not clumsily stated at all, in fact a good addition to my own effort at explaining the concept, or better put, the reason for developing one’s own purpose. With a purpose, the question, “what am I?” is always answered even as the answer changes for purpose also prevents one from developing a “static” personality…

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  2. Hyperion

    Well said Sha’Tara and Katherine adds to the wisdom of purpose. If we can accept that purpose is not a singular thread but many threads that make up the tapestry of life, we can understand that one’s singular purpose need not be the same as another person or thing and we can accept everything that is different from ourselves. I always get a deep shudder when the word sentient being is used. I’ll tell you why. Sentients was a man invented philosophy of who am I hijacked by religion and used to subjugate other humans and all living things. It is now engrained in our DNA and we learn to hold ourselves above all things, even each other. The god complex is in atheists as well as believers of any faith based religion. I don’t believe humans are sentient but life of all imaginable and known entities may be sentient. That we can use any resource, living or inert doesn’t make us superior over the resource used. Stone will last much longer than any human though any human can shape any stone to his or her purpose. When we can accept that we are a functioning finite biomass dependent on all the earth provides rather than master of the universe, we can begin to understand the necessity of harmony with nature and each other. Harmony and balance could be a purpose but I think that a difficult thing to undertake in our current state of existence. This was just my thoughts. I am not trying to sell this to anyone as an intrinsic truth. My feelings are not hurt at all by the harrumph-harrumphing that could come across my thought process. Still, I wonder…..

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Quote: “we can understand that one’s singular purpose need not be the same as another person or thing and we can accept everything that is different from ourselves.” Indeed, which is why I never state what ‘the purpose’ is for anyone although I make no secret of what mine is. As for the use of ‘sentient’ in my work, I normally use it in conjunction with ‘intelligent’ and ‘self aware’ for which I use the acronym ‘ISSA’. Also, and this is important to me at least, I’m not excluding any other type of life, or lifeform, from the term. I just use it to define what an ‘Earthian’ entity is since by proper definition of ‘human’ Earthians are not human beings although they’ve been lied to and given that moniker with no justification. The first clue to someone being human is, s/he does not kill. That means, of course, that such do not ingest meat since its provenance is killed animals. That’s another of those thing Earthians need to get very serious about if they intend to ever evolve out of their Matrix trap. Ingesting dead meat from “murdered” animals is poisonous to the mind. In the ancient writings we are told that man’s lifespan was greatly reduced when he began eating meat. Also the eating of meat provides justification to shed blood and that’s as low as any ISSA consciousness can fall. Earthians are actually at the bottom of the food chain, not at the top as they like to claim.

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      1. Hyperion

        Thank you Sha’Tara, for the excellent explanation of ISSA. The context is always helpful for me. I agree with the meat eating part for us hominids. It is definitely not a healthy practice for a lot of reasons. Good nutrition is the key to developing a healthy mind, body, and spiritual awareness. I think one of the countless reasons the planet is so horrifically crowded with bottom dwellers is the three pillars of the human is malnourished although hunger may not be an issue, the mind, body, and spirit is definitely challenged to find worthy sustenance. Our food supply is corrupt and our bodies are corrupted and we have little effort by the masses to change that. We are more likely to go for a YouTube influencer’s dirt enema solution than really think through the problem of nutrition for the masses or for ourselves. And then there is the capitalism gone wild conundrum that ensures profits before quality. I like the Hindu explanation of sentients because they are the oldest “religion” still in existence they adopted their philosophy first and the late comers stole the idea and corrupted it. I think if the other five main religions stole the Kama Sutra and improved it, we would all be happier even if we do eat garbage to stay alive. Since I was a five year old child, I sensed the wrongness of man’s concept that all the world’s flora and fauna need us to conquer, slaughter, and consume them rapaciously. I felt much like native Americans felt about their place in nature, though I had no exposure to their culture until much later. Growing up in a large extended family that had farmed their land for 345 years in America meant serious family tradition and deep immersion in nature, plant, and animal husbandry. Right or wrong, good or bad, it shaped how I viewed my world until I was old enough and experienced enough to form my own views which of course you have done an exceptional job of tolerating while showing me alternatives to consider.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        Ah, the difference between those who have deep roots and those who have none. I was born in a conquered land that was not permitted to use its own language, display its national costumes or have its own schools. In Canada, I survived in a bitter, harsh, racist, world, basically a world that could have been written up by a good fiction writer. Then down south to “the city” to learn a whole new way of life. I have absolutely no concept of what it could mean to have any attachment to any land, or any place. Even in my world I call Altaria, no one actually resides there permanently. The entire world is essentially an educational “facility” and healing center. Older returnees and their “pathetic life forms” (quote from Star Wars) they have sent there or collected in their travels as Avatars and Healers, remain to just look after things until they heal, rejuvenate, re-focus their purpose and take off again – like Antierra for example. Our home, and my home, is the ever changing cosmos. The only attachment I could feel for a particular place is if it was comfortable to me… and that would force me to leave it. Can’t have that, you see, it’s the danger of losing focus. In military terms I suppose we are mercenaries though our master is always the greater good. The only “rest” we know is in the movement, the doing of purpose.

      3. Hyperion

        Yes, the roots. I pulled up roots and went a wandering but mainly because that huge extended family died off and the generation after me had no interest in the land. During the harshest times such as after the Great Depression, the family lived off the land. There was not much money but plenty of food and roof overhead. I was basically a working family member starting at five years old. I had the old chores routine and worked farms until about 17 then the wanderlust got me. I feel tied to my ancestors and the land even though I’m rarely there anymore, I still feel connected to it. For me it is a comforting feeling. I can go to the family cemetary and see the grave of my namesake, who passed in the 1700’s and multiple generations who were born and buried on the same land they tended. All my grandfathers, grandmothers, grand aunts and grand uncles spanning from 1790 when the land was granted as part of the colonies expansions after the Revolution to the present. The farm has been reduce from 21,000 acres to 750 acres over time but hey, it’s still there and the family still owns it and works it like they always have. That’s a lot of manure spreading over a long time.

      4. Sha'Tara Post author

        Bitter Sweet memories that would be… During the homestead days I was sure that living on the farm and carrying on would be my life too. But I saw some of the world and my mind filled up with ideas and dreams. I couldn’t live there anymore. I went back to visit a couple of times and I have no regrets leaving. The only regrets I harbour are for the stupid things I’ve done when I already knew better. This reminds me, I want to write something about guilt this weekend… More off the wall flossophy from –burning woman–

      5. Hyperion

        Ahhh, yesss. Same here. I wanted more and by golly, I got me a whole lotta more. I would never go back to live because it isn’t the same and I’m not able to keep up with demands for labor. I certainly wouldn’t mind a little cabin out of the way, and maybe a few chickens, and a goat, and……never mind. I’m just signing myself up for asspain. I’ll just stick with my backpack and trail runners. Maybe someday it would be a hoot to share our list of, stupid things we did back then. Stupid is also hard work when you get down deep into it. I think that’s why we try harder when we are older not to do stupid things, it just wears us out. Looking forward to reading more of -burning woman’s- flossophy.

      6. Sha'Tara Post author

        Speaking of manure spreading, did you ever have to do that from a horse-drawn stone boat in 10-20 below zero F. temperatures? Saturday chores, and if not done, it started again after church and lunch on Sunday. No downhill sledding, no hockey, no quiet reading on that day. In those days it was a homestead and as you said, food and shelter always available and the price was farm labour – there was precious little cash around. These days there are no animals, just massive acreage of grain or hay crops with endless boring winters unless they make enough to go spend the winter in Arizona…

      7. Hyperion

        Nope, I never suffered winter chores like that. Florida only got snow about once every ten years and all the manure was in the barn. The stuff in the field was considered free range poop. But definitely chores took priority over everything including school. So it was get up do chores, eat breakfast go to school, come back do more chores. Eat dinner, do homework, take a bath, go to bed and bed happened exactly at 8:00pm or corporal punishment re-instituted discipline. Saturday was usually just half a day of chores and then we could go fishing, hiking, exploring, trapping or do more chores. Sundays was a day of rest which meant Church from 8:00 am to noon and again from 5:00pm-7:00pm. Midday was homework and a bit of self indulgence. The routine was boring but it was good for me because it kept me occupied. School was like a holiday with a bit of brain work. Brain work didn’t make me feel physical pain and exhaustion like watering an acre of vegetables with a five gallon water can. The can weighed 45 pounds full and I weighed 60 pounds. My dad did not understand why I thought that was heavy work. I honestly didn’t think my life was bad at all. I enjoyed doing things and I had a natural determination to do a good job as efficiently as possible to minimize my suffering. Summers were the worst. The heat was unbearable and we had no airconditioning except an open window where the mosquitoes could get in and out without much effort. That was the part I never missed. 🙂

      8. Sha'Tara Post author

        About same for us except our winters began in October, got deadly serious by November, pulled the thermometer down to 50 and 60 below zero F in January and February and it finally let go at the end of April. Our bed time was 9 PM except for special evenings when people gathered to visit, share community concerns or on those rare occasions when the diocese would send a priest to our village equipped with a movie projector run from a truck battery. That’s right, no electricity, no phone and TV was unheard of. The movie nights, if rare, were so special we were allowed to stay up until past midnight as long as we promised to help take everything down and re-load the equipment in the priest’s vehicle. That was good, and I got to learn how to run the projector so the village ordered one and I got “licensed” by the National Film Board to present the movies, to order them and make sure they came in as advertised, then find the host home to show them. I was probably around 12 when I took on that first bit of social responsibility. I lot of extra work but I began to think in terms of movie producing glamour, maybe even acting! That was certainly a big push towards seeking fulfillment in “the city.” Funny I would think of that now… thanks for triggering memories I thought I never wanted to remember. Not all I did was a total disaster even if it always felt that way. And… YES those 5 gallon pails of water (or pig slop) were darn heavy. In Winter I used a toboggan I’d fabricated from unrolled stove pipes and 2×4’s but in Summer, it was carry. We also had to haul water from the dugout pond to the house by the same method. Closing down the memory train now…

      9. Hyperion

        A beautiful story Sha’Tara. At least I think so and I appreciate you sharing it because it has a kind of bonding feel to it. People, kids, had hard lives and died young. Certainly, you rose to the occasion and did your part. Perhaps we escaped or just evolved beyond that life. Just think what would happen to all of the populace of South America if they plunged to -60F, or Europe with an ambient temperature of 145 F like it is in the Desert of North Africa. We are so adaptable, we can live nearly anywhere and yet life never imposed that we like it. We only had to do it. So, we did. High five and fist bump. We can sit down and have a good vintage port if we like. Who will stop us now?

  3. thesarahdoughty

    I find it interesting how religion tends to have contradictory responses to just about anything question we might have. When it should be our own efforts to make our lives better, not just sitting back and hoping some higher power will make everything right again.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Indeed… well, the “higher power” has proven itself to be a paper tiger that a gust of wind would blow over and a match would incinerate. But organized religion is not only deeply entrenched in the system, it is a necessary arm of the evil trinity that rules this world: religion, government and money. Those who follow history know that at some point in time, religion was the ruling power. Then, in the heydays of European empires, various despots: emperors, kings, and regional rulers were at the top of the pile. Then came predatory capitalism, capitalizing on the booty stolen from conquered lands. Predatory capitalism is now in the number one spot for global power, but for how long? It is totally dependent upon, not only cheap (slave) labour and pirated natural resources, but also upon the fattened and sated consumers whose numbers and disposable income are rapidly diminishing. Dilemma: “they” are replacing human labour with robots and AI to save on wages and benefits… but robot are going to make very poor consumers. Who will “consume” all those polluting and useless goodies produced in China, Korea, Vietnam, Indonesia, Mexico, etc., if people have no money to buy them? Also, where will the next “free” and magical resources come from as the planet’s are depleted? With the downfall of the latest god, I predict that people will have made a full circle on the wheel of karma and they will return to worshiping deities again. Religion will rise again, as bloodthirsty and violent as it ever was, likely even worse than it’s ever been. Forget “government” and most national boundaries, they will mean nothing anymore. Corruption will sweep the last of the petty politicians and their idiotic “parties” from power.

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      1. Sha'Tara Post author

        As a global society… I think not. I think the future belongs to highly evolved self-empowered individuals.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        Thanks. I was thinking, as I wrote that comment, isn’t that the kind of individuals who people your own writings and mine? I think we already know how much everything is about to change… I don’t mean overnight of course, I mean inescapably in time and beyond time. I think we’re tired of being disempowered and enslaved to a system that truly sucks and gives nothing back.

  4. deteremineddespitewp

    Here I am tuned into the Universe, just one quark in its format. Of course since quarks can’t be by themselves that means I must interact with other quarks if my part of the format is to work otherwise it will collapse and I along with other quarks will be caste out to be reformatted.
    In this 14 billion years old 60 billion light years wide universe I am content with that.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      A quark, just a quark, ma’am. Is a quark a druck? “Quark, quark, quark!” said the druck to her drucklings… 🙂

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      1. deteremineddespitewp

        😂 🤣. Personally I love being a quark, the tiniest (so far) recorded object in the bits and pieces which make up an atom. I am whizzing around in my own allotted space interacting, secure in the knowledge without me and other quarks other bits would fall apart. Yea for quarks!

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