The Maverick Flies In
There will come a time, soon, that I have to move on and find a spot that nourishes me. Slowly Steemit is depleting me, and I recognise this as a sign that I don’t belong here.
I tell a lie.
I knew that all along. Before I started. The Steemians big on the Law of Attraction (doleful face) will say I got what I asked for: disappointment. Also that is not true.
I have come across entrepreneurs of their own life well worth mentioning. Indeed, before I leave I shall.
Leave to tend to my garden:
Taken from the Green Colourchallenge blog https://steemit.com/colorchallenge/@sukhasanasister/colorchallange-wednesday-green-anahata
Leave to continue my work on healing the etheric:
Taken from the blue colourchallenge bloghttps://steemit.com/colorchallenge/@sukhasanasister/colorchallenge-blue-friday-vishuddha
Leave to gather more materials that make a difference:
Taken from the Yellow colourchallenge bloghttps://steemit.com/colorchallenge/@sukhasanasister/colourchallenge-manipura-chakra-yellow
Rule-free Competition
Before I leave I will be holding my own little competition, probably further unannounced. I shall be liquidising my account before liquidating it. Or something like that. I'll be folding. I won't be handing out “rewards” (no fan of that word) but donating to simply divide up my account, leaving my estate to those I think need it most.
In determining this “need” I am led by an intuition that I dare not call my own, so nobody need try their best on anything. Leave the crayons in the box, keep Photoshop closed, the cap on the lens, when it comes to this competition.It is, of course, not a competition, as such, with winners and runners-up. Only starseeds that can best carry on my work here can enter. You’ll have to be a bit of a yogi of Consciousness probably, if that gives you anything to go by. You’ll discover if you are deluding yourself if you are not amongst the benefitted, I suppose.
What makes us pick labels?
This idea of recycling the rewards of my efforts, came about after I spent too much serious time writing a piece inspired by an episode of BBC Radio 4’s Desert Island Discs, with Steven Pinker. This famous linguist took me back over 20 years, when I first read his “Language Instinct”. I recall there were cutting-edge bits in it right up my alley; but also how he couldn’t put his finger on things because he didn’t have twelve senses to work with, nor an ether-astral-I organisation (which I didn’t have during my own linguistic studies, either, explaining my progressive frustration with a flawed logic, according to my sensibilities, and the failure to graduate).
I began musing upon something he had said in the beginning of his interview to the mellifluous plaintive of Yellow Moon by the Neville Brothers (a disc of his choosing). He had emphasised he was a Jew, but also an atheist. This combination was not new to me. Jewishness can come in a myriad of outward forms and sentiments, but they are seldom private or unique. However, I do know of a Catholic Jew whose mother isn’t Jewish, but he resembles his (very Jewish) father in so many ways, there is hardly any way around the label. Suchlike instances make for very interesting research into the spiritual meaning of these long lines trailing back into the beginning of man's raised self-consciousness. How come, though, that we still relate so fervenly or even unwittingly (by appearance or demeanour) to generic labels?
In my monograph I inquired more deeply into how that worked, and whether or not such a need to identify with an superficial denominator is conducive to world peace (superficial as when not to a religious purpose or born out of a family tradition; in not needing to be innate or integral to your person. I imagined a Jewish baby given up to adoption and how much of his Jewishness would survive without Sabbath and Channukah, Jiddish and a Zionist cause).
The Steemian as a new Wandering Jew?
This exploration gradually led me to compare the Jew, like Steven Pinker, whose Jewishness seems to belong more to a community than his personal beliefs, to the Steemian: both live in one country but derive a meaning for their life from the sense of interconnectedness with a place of fiction-in-the-making. Ours may be a virtual place, but from an esoteric spiritual perspective so is the Israel from the Bible….
Fiction is not a negative,merely a thing we humans spend a lot of time on making. It is used here to indicate how we are beginning to see we aren't going anywhere on a billion different versions of reality: time to separate individual man-power from the caleidescope of fabricated truth. Every biography, history and family is a narrative of our choosing. Every church and synagogue, mosque and mantlepiece altar. That’s why it is near impossible to be factually accurate about history. A subject in school I found pretentious therefor, and only came to appreciate in my late forties as a fascinating bookcase full of novels of the past efforts of man becoming man.
The spiritual perspective reveals we choose much more than we think. Who else is writing our story? Or rather, that choice is not so simply to select that which we sympathise with most. There is no sympathy without antipathy…
Group souls
It could be possible that the soul of they who identify as Jew belongs to that umbrella soul-group, which is driven by a yearning to unite in the name of the Logos. This may be a valuable force in the establishment of a Global Brotherhood; although…if we look at other strong (religious) hubs we may wonder if its execution, in a tribal approach, does not rather belong to a long-gone past… Jewishness may be the last label to leave the building, yet, well after we have given up on caring to distinguish in terms of gender and sexual orientation. It makes me inquire into the possible reasons for this.
But here is not the place to post up such complex research efforts, requiring brainstorming sessions, think-tanks and sensitively philosophical souls, if we are to lead this examination into very wide and fertile delta and not into a bottle neck with gallons of fizz pressing upon the cork….
Who is the God of our enthusiasm
(entheos= "divinely inspired, possessed by a god")
Some of us here believe we have come to this platform, this safely neutral crust hovering over our actual daily life, to connect on a soul-level, or heart-to-heart. Borders cease to exist, no flags need to be flown. Let’s find out what we really have in common. It’s a nice flowery-powery idea, and just like Virgin, Atlantic, Motown, EMI did, there are “fat cats” (although #hartfloe does not agree) cashing in on our optimic songs.
Stay safe
The entire crypto chain idea is thoroughly Luciferic, with the vile intent of puffing up our egos. Blowing firey air into your soul, warming you with what feels like love and postitive vibes. But every second you spend time on creating content which is steem-specific, tailored to the concept, including uploading and voting content is in service of Lucifer. Also fine. But just know it. Even if the rest of your life remains as much your own as ever it was before, you are being corrupted and I keep on praying that you know the safe levels to which your reserves can go down before you need to bail out (every day again or finally for good). Make new friends you can trust and who remain loyal: that is the only antidote to the intoxication Lucifer intends. Keep touching base with something entirely out of the loop of this Block and keep it out of the Block, too.
Prayer
Unlike Steven Pinker, I am not satirical about prayer. He quoted Ambrose Bierce (satirist, born in 1842) defining “to pray” as “to ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner, confessedly unworthy”. True, it’s how most people pray (in vain). I do not pray to a God for things to go my way. Not even to be granted the serenity, to accept the things I can not change. I go to my mat and breathe. I always found prayer to be an attitude of mind, a vigilant mood, a remembering of the spiritual being I am throughout the day. I therefor say, we should all pray more.
A great example of this kind of prayer came upon my path during the writing of my piece (an act of communion with God, if anything). It is found in the exceptional courage of Alexander Lewis as he recovers from the devestating attack of Strep A bacterial infection, causing four amputations and severe facial disfigurement. A documentary that makes you want to go out and run and stay in to crochet while you can. It starts off with some horrific and heart-bleeding months to turn into a positive free fall about two years of rehabilitation later. His life remains one of prayer, I would say, if it is not to fall into bitter lament.
May the gods be with you all, dear folk.
P.S. Final Offer
While I am here, consider me your friendly librarian and feel free to put in any research requests on the topics you have seen pass by so far. Or try me. I have gone round the world a few hundred times from the spot I have to be rooted to. Many of my sources cannot (as yet) be found on-line. I would hate to see some of it go to waste, and therefore I must travel on until I find a regular visitor of my ancient well.
Until further notice, I remain until May 31st.