“We judge the mystical experience not by its veracity, which is unknowable, but by its fruits: does it turn someone’s life in a positive direction?” William James (paraphrased)
First time on Korean airlines. Really impressed with the leg room and the cleanliness and the overall experience. We did 10 hours and a stop-over in Korea to change planes and then 10 hours to Vancouver. Both flights were about half full so everyone had more than enough to room to stretch out or even lay down. I said it was like having a sleepover with a bunch of friends or family after a great party and everyone fell asleep on the couch in their clothes. Except, these people were much more friendly than our friends or family – in that they none of them were asking us for money, running from the law, or trying to pinch my cheeks.
I was not thrilled with the food. It all tasted the same. A salad with something weird and unidentifiable in it that was half from mars and half from the annual church picnic (i.e. potato salad with some kind of slimy something in it). The desert was the same one for all meals. It was a thin cake base with a gelatine, milky some kind of layer and then a thin layer of fruit jello of some kind. They changed with each meal to colour co-ordinate, only they weren’t trying to match it to the bowls or a flower arrangement – it was to the colour of the meat. One of the jellos was orange. You get my drift.
There wasn’t any salt, pepper or sugar with the meal but they did give us a toothpick and real metal utensils which greatly surprised me being as they could all be used as weapons. Why take my nail clippers if you are going to give me a knife and fork? I can do martial arts with a knife and fork. I can butcher a water buffalo with a spoon. Really. Nail clippers … can anyone actually cut a toe nail with one of those things? I mean without bleeding out? Continue reading
This is not particularly against Bill Clinton. It is not a political statement. It is just he is the latest in a long line of rapists who make the same assertion.
They don’t want anyone discussing their past criminal activities, “it isn’t fair.”
People think that IF a person is caught, (which, btw, is the only thing that stops them, at least temporarily, because none of them voluntarily stop, and most of them resume their activities as soon as possible) and IF they are prosecuted, and IF they are found guilty, and IF they do jail time . . . that once that time is over that is all there is to it, the whole thing can just go away.
They feel it is completely unfair to make them forever have to live with their mistake. The further the distance between the time of their incident and when someone brings it up, the more unfair it is. Because the passage of time, after all, fixes everything. Doesn’t it?? Continue reading
“Generally, the great ones have begun with a deep skepticism about popular or traditional religion and man’s power to influence God or the gods. Their insights have been derived from an overwhelming experience of a reality beyond themselves rather than a postulate. They have matured with moral growth rather than intellectual effort. They are usually skilled thinkers, but when they have offered explanations, the explanation is clearly a by-product, rather than an object in itself.
Wherever the great mysticism has come, it has offered to replace popular or local religion with a new and universal allegiance. Folk beliefs about gods and spirits give place to a metaphysic of the utmost generality for those who can rise to it. The mystic’s passion is satisfied only with the sense of the Ultimate Reality, the God, Godhead or Godness that is the back of the world of mind and nature.” R.B. Blakney
I have spent a lot of time examining my belief systems and how and if they have benefited me. I have also seriously considered how and if they have damaged me. Sadly, for the most part, I have to side with the latter.
I have strong clear memories of the many times I was instructed not to do things because it was not what other people were doing. I am not speaking about setting fire to the family dog kind of things, but rather things that were expressions of who I was and harmed no-one like wanting to wear my green pants with an orange top. The only damage those types of things caused was to my family and their desire to fit in and to appear as “normal” as possible. Success was measured by how well you could do what everyone else was doing, as long as you did it in the same way everyone else was doing it. Life was one big chorus line where, to be perfect, you danced in sync with everyone else and never, ever, drew attention to yourself. I was to be assimilated, to be part of the whole and not an individual.
This, they assured me, was the path to true happiness.
It wasn’t. It never was and never will be.
The problem with trying to fit in and not being yourself is that you end up with people in your life who can and will destroy you. If I had just been myself there would not have been any ambiguity regarding our compatibility. Those people would have walked a wide circle around me and I would have been better off for it. Instead of spending so much time in complete pain, destroyed by the many unkindnesses from people who were never going to understand me, I might have found people who were actually capable of loving “me.”
Not because those people are bad people, or I am some precious snowflake, but because we both deserved the kind of love and friendship that actually was intended for our lives. Instead, we were all forced into a game of engaging one another simply because we paid the admittance price and once paid, everyone gets a ride. Continue reading
“People are not happy because their lives are easy. They are happy because it is a choice they make. They decide to be happy regardless of what is happening around them or to them. You do not find happiness. It does not come to you. Happiness can only come from you.” Aria E. Appleford