Wednesday 13 July 2011

Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow

I would love to look into the eye of a whale.  In the wild seas.  Unafraid.

What mystery there?  What depth of wordless thinking?

Given that they cannot hug or speak, I'm certain they use other ways to connect.  I'm certain that they feel connected in spite of their seeming aloneness.  Inseparable from each other.  Inseparable from the ocean.

We do not know, but we can imagine.  It is gross arrogance to assume that other creatures are lesser, that they are biological automatons, without any Knowing.

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I would love to gaze, long and open, into the eye of a whale.  To see its being.  To understand its essence.  And to allow that eye to see me.  Allow that eye to reflect me back to me, filtered by the whale's dream.

Would I like to look into the eye of an orca?  Sea-wolf; huntress?  See the bloodlust, the thrill of the kill?  Not so much.  For I fear to awaken those urges in me.

We have the power to imagine anything.  To call up and create anything.  We are conjurers, magicians, mini-gods creating.

Let's not be small.  Let's be towering in our creative benevolence.  Let's put it all right, because we have the capacity to imagine it put right.  To imagine it all good.

Where first we imagine, the planners follow, then the builders, then everyone can come to inhabit these new places.

That's how a new world is made.

"...The infinite intelligence within you knows the answers.
Its nature is to respond to your thoughts…"



You gravitate to that which you secretly love most
You meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts
There is no chance, coincidence or accident
In a world ruled by law and divine order
You rise as high as your dominant aspiration
You descend to the level of your lowest concept of your self
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The infinite intelligence within you knows the answers
Its nature is to respond to your thoughts
Be careful of the thought-seeds you plant in the garden of your mind
For seeds grow after their kind

Dr Funkenstein / Funkadelic

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