Ok.
So yesterday a convo came up in my household regarding importance.
For those of you who don't know I live in the home of Rick Cusick, Associate publisher of High Times magazine. I can not tell you what a blessing and opportunity it has been for me, and has yet to be for me still, being here- but I probably will in another blog, so I'm not gonna try, anyway. Early yesterday I was feeling shaken, which is a very rare occurrence for me, and suddenly couldn't stand to be in my room alone. I had been there working on music, but my set up at the particular moment wasn't so that I couldn't just pick it on up and go work in the living room, and so I did. I felt better pretty much instantly. I just needed to sit next to someone I felt comfortable around.
That's why people make families.
'Sides, he himself was hard at work, as he is working on something genius, and there seems to be a lot of creative work going on in this house right now in general, which is another bigitty blessing.
After a couple of minutes working alongside him I felt totally better. At one point when I was between songs, I heard some crap on the news about a celeb. And I made some snotty comment, totally randomly. The reason I was making the comment actually had nothing to do with this story in particular, it's just that, nothing makes me feel bad like 24-hour news. And me, I don't like to feel bad. These days I can shut it out, so it's all good, however I am never going to watch the news in my own freely elected time- and having already been a little off, my comment reflected my general frustration with it on this day. It was kinda like me saying, "go away, newsitty." Because I was already feeling a little... Shplork.
Now here is the thing. Rick has amazing and awesome and intellectually captivating and unbelievably well thought out reasons, like, reeeeally good ones, for watching these stations, bred from years of incredible experience. And no person in following his advice could go wrong, even me. And the watching of these stations brings him experiences with others at his work and so on, and have served him infinitely well. But I knew the topic would come up on accounta he is a very wise man indeed, and I had let my displeasure over the 24-hour news stuff out in a couple very small ways over the past while, but none so small that they could not be perceived by him, now that he knows me. And I knew Rick is probably the most convincing arguer ever made, and would not be all the way cool with me dissing it because he wants me to do well and be smart, and I knew he would most likely bring the subject up sooner and later, out of a combination of said wisdom regarding the topic and a general love for me. I knew it would come up because to him, it's so important.
So. The subject did indeed come up right then. And the importance was mentioned.
Now- a much less tired and shakitty me would have tried to explain something then, in depth, but this me, I just wanted to hang on to my peace. On accounta I was clinging to it by a thread. And that can only happen with focus on certain things, and certain truths. And in those things and in those truths, very, very, very very very little is important, and what is important, is so, so, so very important.
So I wearily replied, "This isn't important." And that was all.
He disagreed with me, with damn good reason, having said it that way. And he spoke out his reasons and I listened to every word as I always do, for the knowledge and wisdom that lies within them. But I never ever ever changed my mind that any of his reasons why the stuff on the news channel was important. This news was changing everything, all facts must be taken into account, the increase of my intelligence or perceived intelligence and knowledge about the world, my role and obligation to educate myself for many reasons, really quite a few truly great arguments. But I still didn't feel it made any of it important. I did not say a word because his words were wise, and because I don't think in a million hours of a million conversations I have had with a million people anyone, not *anyone*, not a single person I have ever explained it to, has ever fully understood it. Not that I've met in person. Think about that.
Lets say you start to understand that you are life, you are made up of life. And that life itself has a presence, and you can see and feel that presence every day, in you, in every person you meet. However you've also seen the lack of that presence. And life has no physical form, nothing you can grab, nothing you can touch- yet is there, yet is more present than everything. Then you see that if although it clearly exists it is not physical- it can not be destroyed. The process of death has nothing to do with the process of life. You are eternal, because life is eternal, and you are made up of life.
That would be a first step.
Other steps might take you to a place where you see all of everything as one, realize your own power within it, recognize you are a creator, see the true nature and power of your thoughts on this physical world. Which would give you a sense of how wicked important your thoughts are. Then you would start to understand how truly in control of your own experience you were, how safe you really were until you believed you weren't, how nothing could even come into your experience without your permission through the attention of your thought.
Next you might see that your own experience is the whole point of being here, that life is "just a ride", and then you might realize that all the destruction on the earth and all the murder and chaos and fear and lies and hate in this world were the products of different people's reactions to the ride, the product of many powerful thoughts, thought by many very sad and angry people, and their beliefs about it, and their emotions attached to those beliefs, and their *attention to those beliefs.* And that our collective beliefs about our world, no matter what world we come from, anywhere on the whole globe, were in the physical, right now, feeding and steering and making and creating all those worlds. That -only- by giving thought and attention and emotion to the parts of the world we don't like, *do* we and *can* we as an individual and as a race continue to feed into those parts of our collective existence. And keep them a part of it.
That would be key.
And then you might even see that all you can do to help the situation any, at all, is see the beauty in everything, and hold on to that beauty and feed it with every ounce of your soul and your mind in all the ways that are the greatest ways that create the greatest moments in your great, great life on this great great earth, and that this is the most powerful way you can help it. All of it, everywhere, everyone. Those closest to you also.
And maybe, just maybe you might start to think that if things just got "bad" enough, that if enough people fed enough of that which they do not want in this world that a kind of breaking point would eventually occur, where many, many people would suddenly, through unprecedented need, come to realize all you were realizing, all the above, all of it-
and that if you could just believe it and know it and live it big enough and hard enough, and all of them could, too, that maybe you could CHANGE things. For real, I mean really real, in a never before changed way, in a non-unchangeable way, forever and ever, the whole way we live our whole lives on this whole earth.
Then you would know why I will not consider what is on the 24-hour news stations important. On accounta I do not wish to consider it at all.
Nor any problem any of us are having, any time. Unless I am considering loving you through it.
I put my mental energy, all of it, into not just my own wonderful amazing experience but the wonderful amazng experiences of all of us, the whole earth, all the time, with every ounce of my mind, heart and LIFE. Because I know how powerful my thoughts are.
I choose love. All the time.
We are eternal. We can not lose each other.
Nothing else is important.
-Amber
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