A Reaction to Karen's story:
Just finished reading Karen's story,
and found myself back at the small grist mill dam behind my house
as a boy. Looking out over Nashoba Brook. Many hours I spent
staring off into the water and large trees, sometimes even catching
a fish or two. This I believed started when I was about 5 or
6 years old. Back then although there is no verbal remembrance
of conversation...something very real happened to me, I felt
at home. School and its structure, "Your in math class put
on you thinking cap...Now take it off and put on your English
thinking cap...Oh the bell just rang time for lunch line up single
file" really confused me after I had spent so much time
around the Brook and pond.
Did anyone ever find out where their mind went in-between
times when you took your thinking caps off?? I did and they accused
me of day dreaming, no I was just at the Brook where I learned
that there truly was some form and order to the world. The fragmenting
that occurred at school confused me and I was identified with
a learning disability when at that time I was sure it was an
educational disability that the educators( had/have) didn't know
how to deal with. The paradigm shift that they would have to
implement would have altered their fear based life forever. So
un-like Karen I entered the scapegoat role for those around me.
Drugs became my true friend, at least I could trust them.
And as we all know that only lasted a short while, because the
very mind set that I was attempting to leave behind was creating
the drugs and alcohol that I was paying for with my spirit and
the total disconnection from the Real World.
Damn this addictive mind set anyway, damn the disconnection
in Colorado. It seems to be so simple as I read this groups thoughts.
Nature is conscious running on a true stream of continuous thought.
My addictive cultures Damming Up, takes place when I/we attempted
to fragment the natural world so we can have Dominion over it,
the smaller the group the easier to control. Foster special interest
groups and nothing ever has to change, no one has any focus for
the future. Hells bells even squirrels know when its time to
store food for the winter. I am so grateful to have returned
to my true passion and life work which is directly related to
bringing myself and others to a place where they can see that
true success is found in the experience of the natural world
and fostering Beauty and Love rather than Progress, production
and then consuming.
Sorry folks I did find a small soap box, my only saving grace
is that I speak my truth every where, and to all people, and
sadly there a bunch of people that just "Don't Get It".
So the rest of the time I ask in prayer that all people listen
to the inner Truth that we were all born with, That we are not
separate at all from the natural world.
Namaste
Garrett