Paranoia strikes deep: Why wisdom & kindness trumps greed, paranoia & fear
You'd be surprised how much you can get done in just 15 minutes, but you gotta do it daily, no matter what -- even if some newbee student dentist has just finished scraping all those extra bone fragments out of the socket of your recently-pulled (phantom) tooth and then practiced her rusty stitching techniques on your poor bleeding gums.
And here's another added bonus to my housecleaning system: After having spent approximately 5,475 minutes a year for the past six years on trying to keep this damn place clean, I have actually sort of started to bond with my home.
And, way back in those old paleo days, writers such as myself had actually been forced to photocopy our articles, write up a cover letter and then send them all off to magazine editors with self-addressed stamped envelopes enclosed. Totally old school. Can you even imagine doing that now?
And there at the very bottom of one of those file drawers, I found over two hundred rejection letters from various editors and publishers. Amazing.
And speaking of the internet, those huge and powerful corporations which now own our government are still using it to spy on all of us -- and not just us writers. Now why would corporations want to do that? Because they are paranoid. And greedy. And afraid.
I used to be paranoid and greedy and afraid too -- but am now here to tell you that, in the long run, paranoia and greed and fear are just too damn much hard work. Wisdom and kindness are better. And easier too. Just ask Jesus. And Gandhi. And Martin Luther King Jr.
And I also found something I had written back in 2005 -- back when Fallujah was a horrible war-crime-induced hot mess; about all my efforts to embed with the Army there. And how I finally did embed with the Marines in Heet and Haditha two years later http://jpstillwater.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html.
But apparently Fallujah is still a war-torn hot mess even today; the only difference being that Iraqis, not Americans, are now doing most of the killing in Al Anbar province. So does that make all this current senseless slaughter of civilians less of a war crime -- because civilians are now being senselessly slaughtered by local hordes instead of by American hordes? http://www.globalresearch.ca/the-third-battle-of-fallujah/5364369
Ten years later, I still want to go to Fallujah.
Or as one friend in Iraq calls it, "Fallujahpaloooza". Laughter through tears. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt5qaMHQDfw&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DDt5qaMHQDfw&app=desktop
And then I discovered, hidden back at the very bottom of my filing cabinet, a rough draft of my first novel. I loved that novel so much! But NOBODY would publish it. Nobody. That novel had everything -- love, death, war, peace, history, philosophy, drama, even intergalactic travel -- and even one fast-moving chapter on how wisdom and kindness always trumps greed, paranoia and fear. "Pictures of a Future World" was the title. I may get around to publishing it yet -- but this time I'll try Kindle.
The atmosphere in the sandstone kiva comes alive. The Shaman moves his mind to a new point of consciousness. Another one of his emanations begins to speak, this time in an intensely penetrating tone. "There is a tree on the mesa top," the deep voice slowly intones. "It has watched the raider warriors kill our people one by one. It has seen us begin to build our houses here in the dark shadows of the canyon walls instead of up on the sunny mesa tops where they belong...so that we might be safe...from the raider warriors.
Absolute silence falls like a black shroud inside the kiva.
Everyone waits for the Shaman to speak again. Even the Shaman himself waits. Is this all that he is going to say? By now the ceremonial kiva is as bright as day, the elders rigid with attention.
"Of these things we must never be afraid, ever," the Shaman continues. "The raiders may search us out, the barbarians may chase us down and trap us and corner us like rats...from now until the end of time.
"Because our bodies are not us."
The Shaman breathes slowly now, and the clan members sense that he is struggling within himself, trying to clarify what he alone is seeing, forcing himself to go on. A moment passes. The mask presses heavily upon him. Finally he continues: "We of the pueblo all know this. We are all made brave because of this knowledge. This we know: That always men of peace will die bravely. That always barbarians will try to kill us and to take our spirits.
The air inside the womb-like kiva begins to take on a life of its own; humid, dense, and pulsing.
Inside the ponderous deer-head mask, the Shaman tries to refocus his energy. He watches his body and his mind divide into a series of complex grids. Each one of these grids contains an image of himself. A part of him wonders which grid is his real self. A part of him knows that his real self is all of them -- or none.
More chanting fills the air. The Shaman forgets about the raider warriors. They are a part of life. They will always be there...like the trees. Like the mesa.
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