Because I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man. You’ll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight because they are part of the human race. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living right now.

— Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist

Stretch your arms and take hold the cloth of your clothes with both hands. The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don’t have both, you don’t belong with us.

— Rumi

But awareness may not be enough for a person whose addiction is people. You must cultivate activities that you love. You must discover work that you do, not for its util­ity, but for itself. Think of something that you love to do for itself, whether it succeeds or not, whether you are praised for it or not, whether you are loved and rewarded for it or not, whether people know about it and are grateful to you for it or not. How many activities can you count in your life that you engage in simply because they delight you and grip your soul? Find them out, cultivate them, for they are your passport to freedom and to love. Here too you have probably been brain­ washed into the following consumeristic way of thinking: To enjoy a poem or a landscape or a piece of music seems a waste of time; you must produce a poem or a composition or a work of art. Even to produce it is of little value in itself; your work must be known. What good is it if no one ever knows it? And even if it is known, that means nothing if it is not applauded and praised by people. Your work achieves maximum value if it becomes popular and sells! So you are back again into the arms and control of people. The value of an action, according to them, is not in its being loved and done and enjoyed for itself, but in its success.

— Anthony De Mello

die-thylamide: How do you feel about the situation in Ferguson?


I wrote two posts about it last week, here and here

Because I am not there and experiencing these events for myself, I find it hard to comment on the situation in Ferguson specifically. There’s a good deal of information and disinformation circulating. 

But mainly, for me, the point is that our police system is archaic and unacceptable. At the very least, every police officer should be required to wear a front-facing video recording device. I think that alone will change a lot. 

I don’t blame the police. Look up the Stanford Prison Experiment. There is just an animal part of our brains that comes into play when consequence and oversight are suspended as factors. We need to keep our police force focused and effective rather than continuing on as the hand of oppression. 

The other day, my good friend lazylucid pointed out to me that none of this is new; you’re just hearing more about it these days. And while we can’t change the past, we can make sure that this kind of tragic confusion is no longer a threat to innocent citizens. 

So how do I feel? Tired about hearing of cops on power trips. Tired about hearing of innocent lives ended in bloody panic. Tired about how we all are constantly calling for change and watching as our political system fails us. 

A democracy reflects the will of the people and right now I’m not feeling that happening at all. 

Just my two cents on the matter. 

Namaste my friend. 

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.” Shakespeare

Plato often says that men live only in the dream; only the philosopher strives to be awake.

After these numerous passages from the poets, I may now be permitted to express myself by a metaphor. Life and dreams are leaves of one and the same book. The systematic reading is real life, but when the actual reading hour (the day) has come to an end, and we have the period of recreation, we often continue idly to thumb over the leaves, and turn to a page here and there without method or connexion. We sometimes turn up a page we have already read, at others one still unknown to us, but always from the same book […]

Thus, although individual dreams are marked off from real life by the fact that they do not fit into the continuity of experience that runs constantly through life, and waking up indicates this difference, yet that very continuity of experience belongs to real life as its form, and the dream can likewise point to a continuity in itself. Now if we assume a standpoint of judgement external to both, we find no distinct difference in their nature, and are forced to concede to the poets that life is a long dream.

— Excerpt From: Schopenhauer, Arthur.

Is spirituality merely a word game for you, a convenient, detached philosophy, a way to avoid, transcend, numb or deny your pain, and the pain of loved ones?
Is spirituality about pretending that ‘everything’s okay’, when deep down you are hurting?
Or is spirituality a moment-by-moment exploration for you? A letting-go of the assumed and the known, including everything assumed and known about spirituality?
Friends, lets come out of spiritual clichés, let’s drop the easy answers and the pretence, and meet life, raw, first-hand, unprotected.

— Jeff Foster (via oceanandwave)