Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Reflections on my book and this piece as I move onward...


Stumbling on a REALLY GOOD science fiction series, "Torchwood," I am now a huge fan of the writer, Davies and Lead star, Barrowman.  What a great treat it would be to see my idea set on this kind of stage....(:



Armageddon Came Stealthily – a fairy tale...

Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.”
~George Orwell


Once upon a time in a land called Earth, a species known as hominid developed and populated the great globe.

Surviving travail and cultural crises, the societies rumbled forward – many individuals and groups striving for the betterment of mankind.There did occur apparent deviations from global empathy, but the other sectors of mankind continued to right their vector momentum and crusade toward higher goals of mass survival and opportunity to thrive as both individuals and congregations. The criteria focused upon uplifted values and ethical perspectives for both mankind and the Earth.

As the citizenry grew, New Thought in the molding of ideas acted as a placebo in calming and guiding the more highly educated and industrialized beings. With the study of this domain of knowledge, presences could choose thought patterns and people with whom to associate. This path carried them away from the hubbub of troubles and daily engrossment in procuring the needs for base physical continuation and those of remedially soothing influences on emotional drives.

Preoccupied with attainment of beliefs and systems of convictions of truth, and with confidence in this habit of mind, the inhabitants with all the privileges of free men became less aware of other activities in their realm. The
 great institutions of learning had categorized knowledge, functionality, reasoning, and had even established schools of remediation for aberrant intent of cogitation.

Within this finely tuned paradigm developed a tumor-like deviation of being whose thought processes did not house the ability to experience empathy. The vast scholarly institutions held that this was a psychological impulse of will, could be corrected, and went about the business of formulating treatments to reestablish balance for the individual, and thus, society as a whole.

Insurgency began to arise within small numbers of natives who disagreed with those within the great halls of understanding and their comprehension of truth. Straying from the hallmarks of data and using primitive observation, these rebels began to formulate a new idea – one divergent from the psychological treatment vectors.This new concept began to take shape as those within society reported horrific anguish from contact with a differing strain of hominid. In these encounters, individuals found themselves mesmerized, deprived of their original self- hood, callously used, devalued while following the best and highest forms of their belief systems, having their values and purposes shaken, and then unceremoniously “left for dead.” Rarely could aid be found to salve the damaged psyches of the victims, for the true believers of the old psychology formats simply were unable to fit the data into their stable and well-acknowledged schools of belief.

Could it be that this uncustomary encounter with a 
divergent strain of citizen could be more than a mutual tangency with an abnormally motivated being? What if an influential drive was not the root, but an intrinsic style of operation? How were the majority of presences to relate to this, and more to the point, how were they to protect themselves from emotional harm? These relationships proved unavoidably destructive to the well-being of individuals and filtered to society.

The insurgents pooled efforts, information, and unified contact to discover an amazing similarity with experiential reports. The strange behaviors of a group of beings whose common description could be a total absence of empathy began to form the base of understanding an event-horizon for any who remained in contact. The most honored notions of forgiveness could not hold stasis and a return to valued normality with this uncharted manner of conduct.

To remain viably humane and uphold the values of their domain, the primary citizens recognized that the exclusion of “the others” was not an option and yet, there might be no rehabilitation possible forthis new strain of presence. They would need to define a new application of learning which might offer tools to formally acknowledge actions coupled with intuitive feelings of those coming in contact with the alien co-citizenry. In addition, techniques would be required to heal the damaged persons left in the wake of such predators.

The glorious past eras of golden virtues might have faded, 
 but a fearless approach to handling the challenge of meshing two entirely foreign ideologies for joint survival on the globe called Earth would stand as a gateway. This ascension would bring change to the tried and true beliefs of the departed generations and perhaps a tarnished overview of life as that given by the prophets and teachers of great creeds. Today would prove an opening to a road of awareness. Knowledge, itself, is not power, but the ability to use that information and to do so with righteous intent would mark an evolving humanity as it strives to incorporate the incompatible into a new world. We, the insurgents are not the same.

And so, it begins.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Uncloaking Me


My trek over this lifetime so far seems to have been "looking at actions and my part in choice from different perspectives."  I found much in Scientology with which I could agree - even knowing of the Aleister Crowley and occult connections.  This leg of my self-education, or more accurately, self-awakening, included a fall into the darkly abysmal well of a relationship with  (in my evaluation) a psychopath and his "nutter" clan.  Does it matter that the presence was one of psychopathy?  Only in the sense that the life structuring and dynamics of relationships fell totally into an alien-to-me realm.

Creating with a backdrop of teachings from various sources including Christian ethics, I worked with this element with the same techniques I would have with sane individuals.  Sane is an interesting word.  It can be defined as  operating from a mentally sound mind, able to anticipate and evaluate the precipitate of one's own actions.  From the viewpoint of humanity's survival and using the best choices for nurturing individuality with conscience, these entities would fall far adrift of the mark.

Was evil a part of the mix?  To me, with an emotional response to that term, that gives great power to their presence.  And, I surely felt that to be the case when permitting myself to be engulfed by them and their drives.  I even took on the causes, usually because it made me feel that I was contributing to something greater in the long run.  The offensively reprehensible character of these folks lay in their tunnel-visioned approach to living.  Most of us in the realm of "sanity" look toward the greater view in our actions.  Whether brain functionality altered for these folks or an evolutionary offshoot, the behaviors cut into my soul.

It has only been in the recent time that I see I actually had and now have choice in giving permission for this.  I don't mean to appear less than understanding of those in this particular trap.  I was there, too, and the pain registered a horrific and frightening flux in my life.  As I have sought at first answers as to how this occurred, the awareness has now reached me that my real quest has been to learn about the core of myself.

Although I have not engaged in looking deeply into a study called Idenics, it did plant a thought within me.  John Galusha, one of the hosts for this idea,  and Hubbard were connected in delving into the human condition at one period, but diverged.  I don't believe it would be accurate or fair to describe this particular application of knowledge to be an offshoot of Scientology because the vantage point of learning is strictly from oneself and not in grafting onto the concepts of others as in the processing of Scientology.  Mike Goldstein has carried the site forward today and I mention him by way of giving credit for this survival idea.

The thought that came to me is that I actually have more than power and even knowledge.  I have the ability to use it.  Yes, that's such a simple idea, but in my life experiences, many times I have opted for being a follower.  Bits of phrases and even concepts hit home and I took those to use almost as adornments or even garments as I moved in daily life.  Stumbling from my comfort zone after the "Twilight Zone" effect of my strange and pathological relationship, I can visualize a gift.  Not that I'd choose to do it quite that way again for the purpose of learning, mind you.

Working on handling the situation and myself - looking at who I created for that role in my life - it struck me that it just wasn't all that serious.  Oh, it surely appeared to be so to me at the time of unbelievable upset and agitation.  I had forgotten that I decided in favor of a particular style of me going into and continuing with the oddball interrelationships.  The binding with these participants had me constantly in my psyche's wardrobe closet.

Well, I'll be darned.  For anyone deeply entrenched in "where I once was," this may seem as so superficially pie-in-the-sky hype.  And it might well be so.  But, for me, I am no longer afraid that I will not know who I truly am.  And with this simple cognizance,  I am freer today than I was then.  What is my own stumbling block now?  My blogs have been a map of my progress as I've scouted just what to do with this lifetime.  For much of my living time, I have thought romantic relationships and the handling and movement of money attainable to me to be my distinguishing pinpoints of focus in this here and now.  Suddenly, the romantic relationships no longer exist as localized impact.  Money stands out and just maybe it isn't money so much as the flow of life energy.  

Did I buy into ideas that I had accepted all along as how I should act and operate and just what role I was to play? It could be.  If so, I have been an unstoppable actor of no small skill because I lost touch with that inner core of myself.  Will any of my "grand words of wisdom" help another?  I don't know, but I do know that for the first time in longer than I can remember, I am not afraid to draw back the curtain on me.  Much as in the "Wizard of Oz."  I have journeyed down some truly bizarre roadways.  A wonderful poem by T.S. Eliot has been coming into my mind's view off and on through this stretch of knowledge gathering: "Little Gidding V."

"We shall not cease from exploration 
And the end of all our exploring 
Will be to arrive where we started 
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for 
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between the two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."