Dead reckoning, traditional hindsight

 

We are often unaware of what attracts us to things, yet we have a direct knowledge  and certainty of what we find unpleasant, or turn away from.

Why do we sense that we don’t really appreciate something till we are confronted with it’s absence?

Is it the Eyes ability to sense light

or the shadow that  give definition order and form to what we see?

Or imagine we see.

I find that the beginning in ending is the source of story telling,

and story telling is the origin of a special class of folks with a special reverence  for truth.

There is something in the recognition of passing, the distance, the void of what was, that pulls us into the magic of memory. 

The nature  of Afterthought and the relationship of hindsight and insight.

Turn and re-turn,  Member and re-member , Tell and re-tell,  Call and re-call

Perhaps a perceptual loop that presents preference for the reflex or habit of perpetuating patterns ,We are Mimics, before we are tool users or language masters.

we are carriers of  tradition of re-cognizing . Accessing meaning from experience.

Engaged in process of reflect and review and relate that is  a ancestrally passed on perception of the world, and our part to play in the Here and Now. 

more important than the active recording of all  that is_

Is the unconscious editing  that we do.

Our Aim, the judgment to select, being right and true, the strait and level playing field, plainly speaking,and honestly searching.

Learning from our mistakes may be the key to wisdom in the nature of our thought full selves,Can there be understanding without error?Knowledge without surprise?

What is intelligence without wonder? memory without appreciation?

We should have awe for our genius .

Helping us to take careful aim, giving us foresight and reflex that is directive and relative

A reaction to the now, interpreted from the experience of many  then,

Few things remembered ,most forgotten ,more unnoticed.

This is the way of things,people,stories.

In Hero worship

There is something in the reanimation of the spirit of what has passed, of it’s life, awareness or attention being pleased or invigorated by reverent sharing of inspiration drawing from it’s  life stories.

Believing in the ability to communicate with the dead or speak with spirits is Older than the worship of Gods.

Writing has its  magical origins in the  Art of drawing’

  It  later became associated with word and language magic of storytellers.

Both are  defined by the breaks or absence in space, that enable us to separate the this from that, discriminating letters,grouping words,,beats, notes, dots and dashes the end of one thing and the beginning of another.

representations arranged and ordered becoming a doorway of thought and emotion.

mnemonic memory aids, channels of communication depending  on the pause , the rest, the other.

Is this the vacuum that must be filled by our effort to care or understand?

Is this the gap that necessitates invention? creation?

What inspires us to fill in the blank, and be afraid of the dark.

Pulling at a desire to  see how things will unfold,

So it is,

our best judgment, and the advantage of distance and perspective is in knowing

how things work out has a lot to do with how we  have viewed  things.

Ancestral Debt

 

Our lives are not totally of our own making, we are part of language and social behaviors we did not personally invent or chose.

We are born into it. We are not the source of our own response, it is deeper than our conscious will and sense of self.

The currents that are channeling humanity and human existence on this planet are not the same as the forces of nature.

We are part of the ruling ambitions and plans of the Wealthy dead and what they wanted to live on and last. It has to do with Empire and Legacy and what lives on Forever.

Artificial spirits that feed on people and their labor. immortal Revenue generators.
Man made monsters that don’t respect the value and worth of man hours as much as capital returns.

profit run amuck.

Commodification and speculation are not natural phenomena like tides or seasons.

Markets are not a function of natural selection and don’t behave like a natural environment or living community.

Where is the Hero? The Human Hope?

Mighty Dead, Great People, Ancient Wise is this Our inherited legacy?

There is not that much distance between our hearts and our Ancestors.
We are essentially made out of the same stuff.

We try to do the right thing, or at least remember to avoid doing the wrong thing, committed to Human connectivity and continuing generations.

We are witness to the death of a great age of Man.
Industrial society has reached the limits of the globe. Wage slavery will be coming to an end soon.

Money is in intellectual property- owning ideas, patented life forms and taking energy from every corner of the earth.

How do the dead feel about this?

Is this what life was for? Was this progress?

Are we to feel responsible for pride and shame that we bring to our associations with one another?

Do we owe an ancestral debt?
Is it to try to do good and make the world a better place?
Afford a moment of silence, in tribute to the passing of a person’s life?
or to contemplate the meaning of our own.

Afterlife

 

Mortality Awareness Drama, how do you wish to be remembered?

Human morality is something that is an inseparable aspect of our being, living or dead.

We all know how it’s going to end.

sharing that is good and decent is much different than that which is stolen.

Those that have lived before us are to be respected as beings with feelings,
who struggled and suffered to live here.

We cannot deny what we share with the nonliving people as beings who experience in a Human way.

Our spirits are closely related.

We are immature Ghosts. they are our closest spiritual kin.

We will leave our bodies. We are part of part of an intergenerational chain of being with those that have lived before us.

Family

Human Love bridges the voids of time and space, life and death.

It is part of our package of personhood.

People of all places and times recognize signs of simple respect as the first step to a building of understanding or insult.

Good intention, making Peace, Do not disturb. Know where you know you are intruding uninvited.

Mind how you act, the dead may be observing.

Judging and meddling in our lives from time to time.

There is an implied continuance in our affects upon this world.

a wake that we leave in our passing, an effect on things around us that we are often un aware of.

Humans have time release magic.

Sensitive to the communication, the response, the Others.

the caring and respect given. Teaching us what it is to be human.

Those that have gone before us, Neighbor and Stranger.

Our lives are ours to live as a gift from a lot of people.

What we care for and how we care is as much a generational habit as it is a feeling of what is right and wrong in our hearts.

Cultural expressions of Good and Bad have been sponsored and linked to the same wealthy patrons of memorial funerary practices.

.A struggle between free will and destiny.

separation

 

I’m guessing that there is a sense of pain in cell division.

Growth is painful in general, and loss hurts us all.

Yet life is made up of great multiples of different things.

We have separate eyes and breaths but share the loss of a common feeling of time that was.

Humans are compassionate by nature, nostalgic by instinct.

We are loving things. We become inhuman if we don’t care.

People care for their dead in a way that the other living creatures of the world do not.

It may be the first of Human Art.

Inventors of Funerals.

The first artificial marks on the ancient landscape that remain are the considerate placement and arrangement of the Dead.

The defining act of ancient humanity,

Position and orientation are considered.

The wealthy commission specialists to design and build monumental tombs.

Slave cemeteries and Paupers’ fields are also found.

The ability to separate is the ability to set apart, or make sacred.

Divisions and Orders, distinguishing this from that, the good and bad.

Law and Justice, the spectacle of Public execution.The disgraceful display

Group recognition of Bad example, a common sense of just endings.

We are held accountable for our Actions.

A message of ending, or when the end is only the beginning.

treat others with the same respect you hope to receive.

Links and Chain

 

 

Connectivity

A paradox in polarity

The wand turned in on itself,

Opposite, ends coming together, meeting in the middle.

A sense of closure and security, potential in agreement

A Joining, a contract, a ring, a binding, a hoop come full circle.

Containers and fasteners are more than objects, they are ideas.

They have purpose, a reason for being, a function that they fulfill.

An agenda of holding. Opening and closing. A cyclic nature. They are born with will.

.A spirit of their own, with an outside and an inside of junction and conjunction.

Sequential beings, with the ability to couple and relate in limited ways.

Part of a continuance

An intersection.

Like us.

 

We share a turning World.

 

What about

The broken link, the bent nail, the shattered bowl?

A reminder of our mortal condition? Our transient nature, Impermanent.

Death is a disappearing.                                   Where did it go?

Is there a Junk Yard Valhalla? After Life reward for Everything?

Where do forgotten Treaties go?

Failed Efforts, missed opportunities and second chances?

 

Are People responsible for the spiritual life of their creations?

Slipped away, spirited out, no one will ever know. Separated and Laid to rest.

Liberated and set Free to move on to another plane

where a Ghost reunion may await us.

Response

We are always spiritual, all moments are spiritual.
We may not be aware of it, or feel differently about a particular experience,
but the potential is there to evoke a sense of cosmic connection,find comfort, seek blessing.
I think of ritual as habit,
Group ritual is People magic, no way to avoid that, It's in our language and thought, part of our person.
The spirit world is a social world.
the Habit of coming together and sharing extends beyond the human practice,
It is rumored to have been learned from the Gods themselves .

harvest moon twin visions

My first vision was after the new moon.

Part of a regular Monthly ritual,

At my feet was a large parchment laid flat.

I thought it was a hide cleaned to make a map.

There were no lines or drawings on it.

As I examined its surface and noticed a discoloring.

Dark spot spreading

wrinkle in the light

bursting into glow

Fire expands

Always growing out

Flaring up, rising

smoke blows away

Ember gives way to ash

Pale white cinder ghost remaining

tiny red glows franticly race on the fringe

the edge of air and energy leaving the scene.

It was raining the day and night of the full moon.

I was joining in on a special effort.

My first time with this particular working and wording.

A Unity Rite, it was suggested that it be done as healing .

What I saw in pouring out these waters and making these prayers was an inversion of my inner vision of the spreading fire of the new moon.

Dropping water wishes washing down and flowing under

Trying to find bottom, puddle bridge connecting, coming together

Liquid weight displaces and fills the hollow empty spaces, till there are none left

Spreading out level and flat it finds its limit and rises slowly along the rim.

Inching its way up, It’s volume is contained, is held and supported by a greater vessel.

Too big to carry around all the time, you can dump a lot into and out of the magic pot.