February 5, 2006 We are Staying Awake to our intentions, sensibilities and curiosities while attending our experiences at hand. Your Subscription Management - Commentaries - click a topic Good Grief, Praise Our Magnificence Unfolding Grief Reserve Our Seats A Surprise! Illusions Are Merely Scrims

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I think with intuition. The basis of true thinking is intuition. Indeed, it is not intellect, but intuition which advances humanity. Intuition tells a man his purpose in life. One never goes wrong following his feelings. I don’t mean emotions, I mean feelings, for feelings and intuition are one. ~ Albert Einstein (b 1879)

Our Earth and a most engaging sun, both capable of sensitive cognition, will from their bond reflect to us any imaginable human intention. ~ DM

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It could have been much worse, and there is no limit to how much better. ~ Gershom Scholem (b 1897), a philosopher and historian; first Professor of Jewish Mysticism at Hebrew University in Jerusalem Healthy children will not fear life if their elders have integrity enough not to fear death. ~ Erik H. Erikson (b 1902), a developmental psychologist and psychoanalyst who coined "identity crisis" Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There is a crack in everything; That's how the light gets in. ~ Leonard Norman Cohen, (b 1934), poet, novelist, & singer-songwriter Get up, I depend on you utterly. Everything you need you had the moment before you were born. ~ David Whyte, poet and public speaker about insights of poetry in the workplace Letting go of our suffering is the hardest work we will ever do. It is also the most fruitful. To heal means to meet ourselves in a new way - in the newness of each moment where all is possible and nothing is limited to the old. ~ Stephen Levine, Conscious Living/Conscious Dying from Thinking Allowed Productions What is overlooked by many, but not me, is the sun's current evolution appears to have the final word for disrupting humans' and our animals' activities on Planet Earth. It's likely the sun has performed many times as it is now, but perhaps humans were not around at those times. Latest reports of those who interview solarphysicists and astrophysicists find scientific interpretations of prophetic books of antiquity are now used to enhance studies of solar cycles. ~ DM Strange times are these in which we live when old and young are taught in falsehoods school. And the one man that dares to tell the truth is called at once a lunatic and fool. ~ Plato (b 427 BCE), classical Greek philosopher, student of Socrates, teacher of Aristotle, & founder of the Academy in Athens The most un-American thing you can say is, "You can't say that." ~ Gary Edward Keillor (b 1942), an American author, humorist, musician, and radio personality The only real security in life lies in relishing life's insecurity. ~ M. Scott Peck (b 1936), an American psychiatrist and author I have no idea how to put a stop to it in this climate of hyperpatriotic militarism and gross fear. ~ an unidentifiable blogger The corporation as we know it, which is now 120 years old, is not likely to survive the next 25 years. ~ Peter Drucker (b 1909), author, professorships at New York University & Claremont Graduate University, profound skeptic about macroeconomic theory I genuinely believe that we are living through the greatest intellectual moment in history. ~ Matt Ridley (b 1958), a British science journalist, author of Genome: The Autobiography of a Species in 23 Chapters The fundamental unit of the new economy is not the corporation, but the individual. ~ Thomas Malone & Robert Laubacher, MIT Sloan School of Management If you owe something to someone, if you work for a government, a firm, a group, or an institution, you may easily lose part of your freedom. You will be prejudiced by your allegiance. The more allegiant you are, the more you will be rewarded by your group and the less truthful you might be to the Earth and humanity. . . . We need peace games, peace exercises, the same way as the military have war games and military exercises. There have never been any peace exercises on this planet. ~ Robert Muller (b 1923), Belgium born, former Assistant Secretary General to three consecutive Secretaries General at the United Nations for some 40 years; currently Chancellor Emeritus of the Peace University, Costa Rica Persons and societies do not submit passively to surroundings and events. They make choices as to the places where they live and the activities in which they engage - choices based on what they want to be, to do and to become. Furthermore, persons and societies often change their goals and ways; they can even retrace their steps and start in a new direction if they believe they are on a wrong course. Thus, whereas animal life is prisoner of biological evolution which is essentially irreversible, human life has the wonderful freedom of social evolution which is rapidly reversible and creative. Wherever human beings are concerned, trend is not destiny. ~ Rene Jules Dubos (b 1901), American microbiologist, pathologist, environmentalist, humanist, and 1969 Pulitzer Prize winning author Let the waters settle you will see stars and moon mirrored in your Being. ~ Rumi (b 1207), a Persian Sufi poet, jurist, theologian and teacher of Sufism Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow? ~ Kahlil Gibran (b 1883), a Lebanese author, philosopher, poet and artist In nature, I more easily find time to connect with myself. It was only after I grew up and met so many other adults who did not “take to the wilds” that I realized extracting oneself from nature tends to leave a person a little off. Wilderness for me is an instant transfusion. Nature is authentic. It is exactly what it seems to be. Be a grownup if you must. But be a grownup who knows the secrets children know. Go to the wilds. ~ Deborah Martin, Professional Transition Coach If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room. ~ Anita Roddick (b 1942), author and speaker Don't own nothin' if you can help it. If you can, even rent your shoes. ~ Forrest Gump You may quote my words as long as you attribute my name. Staying Awake content may be forwarded in full without special permission for nonprofit purposes only, provided full attribution and copyright notice are given. Thank You. Staying Awake Archive and publication dates. My email database will not be given away, borrowed nor sold. This ezine is distributed by our friends at EZezine.com

Dear Readers,

May this day be full of pleasure in every moment found waiting for you. It is truly great to be alive! Let’s relish the happiness, the will, the physical health, and mental healthiness it takes to accomplish what we wish.

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Good Grief, Praise Our Magnificence

Remember your imagination? Imagination is magnificent, and so taken for granted. We rule our imaginations whether by robotic default or intelligent choices for business and play.

Our imagination, our consciousness, our sensibility, our everything else is in every single atom roaming around with its circles of partners in conversation behind our backs, and all those atoms interconnect your presence with every single other presence that’s ever been. Everything, past and present and future, is invisibly quivering with life, and feels right at home being interconnected with Earth, Sun, the solar system, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe, and maybe more. Everything everywhere is part of the whole immeasurable nearly imaginable thing. How magnificent!

Nations have imaginations, too – myriad, fascinating collections of ambiguities, albeit stacks of illusions, delusions, distractions, all.

Females and males who govern and presumably hold dear citizens’ posterity and prosperity would have us neglect what they remember and manipulate every day for their own purposes. Their distracting same-ole, same-ole smirked pomposities about citizens’ security assurances ad nauseam turn bureaucrats into silly clowns in full makeup and costume.

Disingenuous, double-speaking governances, who by the way gasp for air and near faint in front of us, are embarrassed about their own grandiose, supercilious attempts of psychological control over the populaces. After the industry of religion, government appears the next biggest contentious circus; some officials feel scorned by reported plunge of television viewers opting for American Idol, instead.

Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned.
~ Milton Friedman (b 1912), an economist, advocate of laissez-faire capitalism, 1976 Nobel Prize

I would rather be in the face of illusions with compassion's arm around me than for one second crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my sensibilities. Isn’t it magnificent that we are awake to our inquiring minds rather than lamenting and munching pretzels between the sheets? I'm fascinated with study, especially tracking trails of religions' monies and malfeasance, and clowns’ bejeweled robes and shoe prints tell the tales.

Staying awake to watch foreseeable political and religious eclipses urges feelings of grief, and that’s good. That’s good grief. Last week, while reading an historically informative and heartfelt article on grief, sweeps of a “Surprise!” deep disappointment draped over me, slowly. By the end of the written piece, I sobbed with my face cupped in my palms.

In those grueling moments of sorrow, I grieved cruelties my global sisters and brothers have experienced during enormous armed hostilities. I imagined disappearings of religion's industry of flammed dogma; groveling educational systems; and flattering lifestyle patterns that had been anticipated and streamlined, evolved on our behalf, to dupe (U.S.) citizens at least since WORLD WAR TWO. Flourishing webs of galling deceits have had their peculiar purposes designed and shamelessly marketed by masculinized religious and monetary authority.

Acknowledging human magnificence means many things not least of which accepting responsibility for what we create, and the resultant manifested grief in lives of our global sisters and brothers. After a few seconds of mulling again the immensity of that thought, my mind wanders brokenhearted as calming effects of chocolate set in.

Unfolding Grief

In 1969, Doctor Elisabeth Kubler-Ross educated many of us by writing about the grief process. She described the five stages of grief as denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. From personal experience, I haven't felt an unfolding grief process as a step by step procedure. Instead, grief might be thought as a hammock netted of strong, slender golden threads of unconditional compassionate attentiveness. I imagine we Earthlings roll around in our hammocks, feeling one feeling of loss after another, tossing around in no particular order from one stage into another in the floating net of deeply empathic graces.

I’ve made up some simple sentences for you as examples somewhat describing the stages.

• Denial and isolation: This is not happening to us.
• Anger: How dare God do this.
• Bargaining: Just let us stay alive.
• Depression: I can't bear facing what’s happening.
• Acceptance: I'm ready to embrace what’s approaching.

Our grieving is healthy. Yes, I am grieving, rocking between denial, disappointment, and anger. Now that my historical frame of reference is broadening, and my cosmology deepening, I presume governmental officials declaring they're going to conquer, destroy, put away evil are themselves gulping clown pills with cocktails.

Psychologists tell us that analyzing grief in a person cannot be equated for groups nor entire nations. Wherever you find yourself in the grief process, hold onto the idea that it's okay to feel deeply and express unfolding grief. In unknowable ways, your expressions help us all move closer together into experiencing the old eclipsed by the new.

Reserve Our Seats

If you cannot imagine savvy and slick religionists, double-speaking governmental sockpuppets, cagey corporate talking heads, and ambidextrous international bankers manipulating the psychology of the grief process, then you might be juggling a few balls of denial in your hammock. They are all-knowing of the process, even rolling around in it; resisting feelings and veracity, fighting each other, tooth and nail. Moreover, we observe their greediness and suffering, not incidentally, because we cannot help being conscious and empathic observers of the illusions they created into which we have been drawn. Let's reserve our seats for we are participating in the whole planetary grieving process - a magnificent thing to watch, and here’s why.

Earthlings are being escorted from an existence embellished by a beastly monetary indebtedness into the next phase of existence. Let me restate that: We, our magnificent collective selves, have indeed created this extravaganza whether or not we claim to have manipulated ourselves into our theatrical spectacle. We’re presently pressured to escort one another right onto center stage of global financial debacle.

With all the science at our disposal, it appears our species didn’t architect an escape hatch unless you believe in the ancient Greek theater’s deus ex machina. That is, machinery, a boon of sorts, which lowered onto stage an actor whose presence was meant to save another character from the likes of a massive dilemma or near fatal episode. Isn’t that similar to Jesus’ second coming?

All - everything - has been made up, and exquisitely intelligent, too. This zenith of human experience is all about witnessing results of experiments in theaters of illusions of intentional anxiety and shame, spotlighting illusions’ collusions. Bankers’, lawyers’, and accountants’ schemes of indebtedness frantically toss installments from nations’ pocketbooks to a wily beast whose many hungry heads are behemoth corporations, devouring the only food they know – money; nurturing dis-ease in every meme possible, advertised in any medium available. For millennia, it appears Earthlings have been dominated by those who, presuming self-righteous collars, piously forced structure of our lives upon what we now can describe with the biblical metaphor as sinking sand.

I just didn't realize until post-9/11 that pious paranoids skillfully penned their own sinking sand metaphor, but turned it upside down, projecting it in as many ways as possible, insinuating it was everyone else's problem, not theirs. Billions of unsuspecting humans would be drawn into the insidious psychological, financial debacled system either by their own volition, or from violent repressions over millenniums – to this day.

Our global theatrical spectacle is now in full swing, and in our faces, et al. Not unlike the present preposterous power and avarice regimes, patriarchs and some matriarchs, presuming authority millennia ago, turned upside down most if not all significant ideas in which our tax-paying ancestors had become accustomed. The concepts of existing in unconditional oneness with the creator and life after death were skewed; then philosophies and sciences, and their texts, went the same way. The creative and manifesting spirit was finally closeted to such extremes that generations of citizenries who followed witnessed their own magnificence, but only in momentary intuitive instances in worlds of cancerous insinuations in which they were seemingly forced to live.

Signs, symbols, statues, paintings, and music manifested artful illusions inspiring reptilian-brained religious and other historical texts marketing love of war, eloquent poetry concealing masculinized governments’ clashing dualities, acerbated by debt collectors’ elephantine dupes – all for the sake of unimaginably abusive intimidations between and inside nations.

From clues and anticipations of tricky disturbances, our lives will be eventually turned upside down right, returning to an elegance and magnificence with, perhaps, compassionate touches of technology.

And, so it goes that likely no one alive knows precisely what’s going to happen next in our extravaganza, nor when, nor into which section on the stage we are pointing ourselves. There doesn't seem to be a mindful director nor stage manager in sight. The curtain has risen on ethics that had kept illusions and their systems' stratagems in place. Everyone is experiencing the unknown, that is, an absence of certainty. Every kind of experience but one kind has been based in illusions’ certainties.

What isn’t illusory, then? I think the answer is something resembling intuition. The intuitive is us showing ourselves our own energetic, empathic, magnificent, resourceful, stunningly imaginative and creative, contented, and happy presences! In ways, the intuitive is staying awake to, or familiarity with, observing near instant manifestations that magically leak out the only extant truth – nearly comprehensible energetic forces of Grand Conspicuous Intelligence, some call it spirit – swirling around and inside our bodies, every awake and unawake moment.

With resplendent resilience, we’re staying awake on center stage, looking out to the theater’s audience who smiles back at us through compassionate applauding hands. Maybe, it’s not about how we’re collectively feeling and thinking and emoting right now. Could global events be about our unfolding futures observed by the audience? Look! That audience is us! Good grief, praise our magnificence for staying awake enough to reserve our seats.

A Surprise!
Illusions Are Merely Scrims

While I still have you in the theater, here’s a definition for scrim. A theatrical curtain: a drop curtain that appears opaque to the audience when lit from the front, and transparent when lit from behind.

Here’s a personal “Surprise!” that happened just last week.

Quietly reading some tasty material about quantum physics, I was surprised to read that, reportedly, humans are intuiting at an accelerated rate, and that memes (or illusions) to which humans have become accustomed are merely veils, separating what we apparently see from an unseen dimension that manifests our bodies and experiences at every nanosecond.

At the moment I read the word veil, I was shocked, really shocked, by what felt like velveteen baby butterflies subtlety swooping inside my chest. The event was spectacular, and for a split second, almost undetectable – I could hardly believe it, really! I had wits enough to remain absolutely still until the swoops faded. I feel such naïveté with that occurrence, and there’s got to be something to focusing on my physical heart, each morning.

What’s my interpretation of that “Surprise!” moment? It's reassuring, gratifying, even mesmerizing that my body affirms my enthusiasm for ideas physicists are talking about. What's even better is that my body is showing me that it's paying attention and maybe even rejoicing that I'm paying attention, too! You see, we are one with our bodies, not separate.

In my exploration of the physical heart, I believe it knows and remembers all; the heart at any instant detects first, and in a nanosecond, jump starts the brain which activates the body. All instantly join at the most unexpected moments by spotlighting truth behind the scrim.

Further, when a scrim is lit from behind with reading, studying, associating with well-informed communities, we may clarify a curiosity by sensing reasonably informed, intuited impressions. Earthlings’ naturally curious nature opens inquiring minds to sense truth, merely veiled.

We can't even notice the magnificence that's swirling around and inside us. But, when we're nudged, we notice our illusions are merely scrims, some about to be lifted.

The intuitive is the significance of our magnificence,
and that’s certainly enough to be happy!