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Dear Readers,
Just a few days ago, rain began to pour around the time supper preparations were to begin. The storm had been making its slow move into our vicinity, so I got my good body up from the computer, as I am not willing to do too often, and drew back the curtains to watch the nearby grove of trees sway their branches in rhythm with the breezes.
I stood there with the curtains drawn back in one hand, and the other with a single finger barely touching the window glass. For just an instant, nature and my physical presence seemed to come together synchronized in a single moment that can only be described as a “Surprise!”
The feeling was as if I became the rain and the trees. I was so taken with the moment, I was quietly stunned, almost nonchalant, but didn’t move a muscle. It was one of those moments I wasn’t quite able to touch, but the moment was with me, surrounded me in a most peculiar way. I was present, and very unprepared.
Could I have experienced the “Surprise!” if I hadn’t moved to the window? Although I hadn’t felt a nudge, what intended me to move?
Believing Intuition
Those are the kinds of deeply unassuming curiosities that nod us human beings toward believing intuition; those are the unlanguageable and unreasonable instances Staying Awake was meant to share from time to time. After Staying Awake publications began many months ago, I realized few if anyone knows anything for sure in our perceivable world. Now, I’m convinced all we Earthlings are able to do is moment to moment listen to our bodies, staying finely tuned with our body’s revelations of feelings and indescribably luminous sensations.
No one can listen to our bodies for us, or can anyone take from us nuances of quiet exhilaration felt when believing an intuitive moment. As we are staying awake to our own personal cosmologies, we can also remind ourselves that we may indeed feel synchronized with the nature of the Universe.
Small is the New Big
Feelings are everywhere. Try mixing the complexities of human feelings with complexities of geopolitical events, and I for one get boggled. With the movement of videos and lectures onto Internet, we see the small, perceived as an insignificant experience, has moved into the new big: small insignificant human experiences multiplied exponentially all around Earth.
The peace in many neighborhoods and villages around the globe is too many times disrupted by outsiders forcibly hurting and inhibiting those inhabitants—especially women and children. Those many small outside cadre of forces have become the new big, making thousands of ungoverned violent episodes that remain purposefully concealed by commercial USA media. Big international corporate brotherhoods’ unethical, unlawful, and astute collusions are routinely unexposed in daily newscasts.
Evidently, USA journalists and editors, and reportedly Western European editors also consider insignificant the realities of too many uprooted and upset citizenries. However, via Internet, we see documentaries showing the pleas for peace and rest in voices of our global sisters and brothers.
If you go into war, it is not primarily about victory or defeat. It is about death, the infliction of death and suffering on as large a scale as can be made. War is about the total failure of the human spirit. But we don’t show that, because we don’t want to. And in that sense, journalists, television reporting, television cameras are lethal: they collude with governments to allow you to have more wars, because if they showed you the truth, you wouldn’t allow any more wars.
~ Robert Fisk (b 1946), British journalist, a Middle East correspondent for The Independent, UK. Refer quote from Democracy Now!, October 20, 2005, presented by YouTube.
The new big is similar to a quantum physics model: the delicate and infinitesimal shows itself as just one element that aids a development of a larger whole, and that larger whole is part of its next larger whole until all has been effected by the smallest element. In one neighborhood and illegal settlement after another, the entire physical nature in which global Earthlings find ourselves becomes evermore curious, because the small is the new big of a larger whole, about which we don’t yet know what we do not know.
Until We Do
We don’t yet know what we do not know until we do. I scratched my head when I first heard that idea in an educational course some years ago. Pretend for a moment that Earthlings will not know all there is to know and understand—until we do.
We’ve been primarily educated and trained from books with themes of industrialization to keep Earthlings muted and led by the nose. Thematic religious and sociological experiments upon the human imagination are liken to twenty to fifty centuries old; honed during the last five; and seemingly perfected in Western cultures since WORLD WAR ONE.
Consider entry into deluded human consciousness the quantum physics presumptions that focus on one big “Surprise!” after another. Wouldn’t you think we Earthlings are in need of updated metaphors and new stories for better comprehension of ourselves, our life on Earth, and the workings in our Universe?
I like to ponder the idea that, for humans to glimpse the secrets unconcealed by our Universe to cosmologists, it’s as likely as any other theory that Universe over millennia escorts humans’ brains and physical hearts to an acknowledgement of our planet’s natural beauty and fragile environments, until we do so.
From the moment I heard it, I’ve loved this idea: we Earthlings are observing ourselves watching ourselves. With Internet, we’re observing ourselves quicker than ever watching all that’s been held secret; no longer secret are the happenings to subjugated citizenries and indigenous peoples on the other side of our planet.
We’re watching, paying attention, staying awake to our collective enigmatic selves becoming more informed. But, what would we Earthlings do without secrets in duplicitous multinational corporations that gradually but surely with greed guide populations this way and that?
I cannot believe for a second Earthlings would know what to do with ourselves being entirely void of secrets—until we do. I don’t know that we know what real fear is until we experience the fear many women and children already feel—until we do.
Whose Ride Are We On?
Masculine media moguls control messages through abuse they thrust on most journalists and editors who prefer living without fear, but nonetheless, are coercively monitored in media outlets. Therefore, we USA residents are no where near possibilities of seeing pictures or hearing words describing results of our global sisters’ and brothers’ physical oppressions by their countries’ ambiguous statutes—our hearts don’t skip a beat while watching commercial television and reading printed newspapers.
So, whose ride are we on anyway? Isn’t it clear now that global public relations campaigns tell us what our considerations will be? Neither empathy nor sympathy can be drawn from a dearth of reporting, absence of images, lacks of analyses; the void of voices is so vast that citizens do not realize but what placid advertising and marketing campaigns put in front of our noses. For which I ask, to what end?
The major television networks and newspapers in the USA have long ago got their fear to be supreme over their duties as journalists. They are not monitoring the centers of power… [Journalists] will not ask the right questions; they will not report using the correct words; they will not confront reality, and they’ve given up. Once you’ve acquired fear, it’s very difficult to get rid of it.
~ Robert Fisk (b 1946), British journalist, a Middle East correspondent for the British newspaper The Independent, UK. Refer documentary Peace, Propaganda, and the Promised Land produced by Media Education Foundation, presented on Google video.
Too many defrauded Earthlings have been covered over with layers of old masculine guilt-laden religious texts and practices, insinuating traditional hope for eternal life while proclaiming absurd pretexts for international subjugations and combats. Until we no longer do, it seems taxpaying hirelings will continue believing statistical insinuations forecasting their deity will win over someone else’s; relishing diabolical fables insinuating the devil makes stuff happen; gazing on euphemistic diagrams representing beastly politico and religious extremists’ horrendous swindlers. Whose ride are we on, pray tell? The bankers’?
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