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 Orientation Course 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 here 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 is 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