The Sacred Cow Trinity

      [thoughts from   ~burning woman~   by Sha’Tara]

 I’ll start with a truly erudite intro, a well known and popular song that brings Matrix induced emotional tears to the eyes:

Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o,
And on his farm he had a cow, e-i-e-i-o.
With a moo moo here, and a moo, moo there,
Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo,
Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o.

In case there’s any doubt about the topic, this short essay is all about cows.  A particularly insidious and infectious breed of cows: Sacred Cows.

Is there anything more popular than sacred cows on this world?  Nothing comes even close.  Man’s society (that’s the species, not the gender) functions entirely on the basis of faith in sacred cows.  Now I need to make a basic list, so we’ll all know what I’m talking about, because you see these sacred cows have many names, none of which, of course, would remind anyone of cows.  Long live misdirection!

Oh wait, before we draw up the list, it may be advantageous to actually define the term, sacred cow.  I wonder if Wiktionary can be of help here. 

sacred cow ‎(plural sacred cows)  (idiomatic) Something which cannot be tampered with, or criticized, for fear of public outcry. A person, institution, belief system, etc. which, for no reason other than the demands of established social etiquette or popular opinion, should be accorded respect or reverence, and not touched, handled or examined too closely.

Well, there you have it, exactly what I’m talking about.  Now let’s make a list of Major Sacred Cows.  It’s easy, there’s only three actually and all the rest of them fall in ever-expanding lesser categories of sacred cows.

The first: Religion, belief in Deity.  Do I need to elaborate?  I think not.

The second:  The State, Government, without which, however lame, ignorant, sick, despotic, sociopathic it turns out to be, people firmly believe they could not exist without. 

The Third, obviously is Money which under a carefully and powerfully maintained system of unjust trade which creates crushing oppression world-wide, people believe they could not exist without, in some form or other, and it’s a Cow with many different skins.

The milk from all three Cows is poisonous, not only to man, but to his world.

I live in Canada, and write from Canada, so for the time being I can point the finger at this evil Trinity of Sacred Cows and I can be reasonably sure, as of today, that I won’t be arrested, jailed, tortured and either burned alive (the old favourite trick of Christianity) or stoned to death or beheaded (the old and current favourite trick of Islam) for blasphemy.  Not that such threats would stop me from writing this, but just saying, for those who take what’s left of personal freedom for granted; freedoms that only remain in effect because the psychopaths that have high-jacked all “democratic” nations’ governments have not yet found a sure-fire way to cancel these personal freedoms.  That such a time is fast arriving, particularly in “*Pentagonia” some twenty or so miles to the south of here, is no longer in doubt.  Still, here, George Orwell could still write, maybe even publish, “1984” and “Animal Farm” without facing a kangaroo court and lynching. 

Why do I say that Religion (particularly organized, registered, politically active Religion), the State and Money are sacred cows?  Because they are not only completely unnecessary in a properly functioning world of *ISSA beings, they are an obvious detriment to health, wealth and happiness for ninety five percent of the entire human population.  Where they defecate is sacred and can’t be touched.  (Don’t worry about my statistics, I make them up as I go along, but in this case, I think my dart is heading for the bull’s eye.)

The social harm caused by organized religion, particularly when riding the political cart, has been so well documented, it boggles the mind that any intelligent person would still seek to find fulfillment or any sort of social improvement within that vehicle.  In “*Pentagonia” any individual running for the topmost political office of the land has to have some kind of verifiable and viable link to the official religion: Christianity.  Some will object to that, stating their constitution, and claim that the Pentagonian government is free of religion.  Sure, and I’ve got three sections of beautiful farmland with a clean, clear trout-filled stream running through it to sell you at cost – on Mars.  Just try to imagine a self-described, publicly advertised atheist running for president and how far s/he would get.  No, you have to be a visible member of the Ruling Elite Religion, and that’s not debatable.  It’s much less debatable in any Muslim theocracy.  There it’s blasphemous, hence punishable by death, to claim to be an atheist.  You don’t have the choice to believe or not.  Believe in Allah, or die (without even the hope of glimpsing your seventy virgins).  Oh, and don’t forget to check the belief menu du jour: there’s a right way and many wrong ways to believe in Allah.  The wrong way gets you dead.  Along with your family, but that’s only common sense.

The situation is no different with governments.  Anyone knows by now that changing labels at the top end makes no difference to the big picture.  That’s mainly due to the fact that governments do not run the country, they only rule it.   The country is run by the bureaucrats, and they are hired, not elected.  No matter who’s on top, the bureaucrat will continue to go through the motions s/he was hired to go through forty-one years ago yesterday. 

Only in rare cases, when a particular bureaucrat openly and publicly violates some oath of office, will firing take place, or charges be laid.  But that’s a drop of water in the bureaucratic ocean.  Nothing can fundamentally change.  We have the examples of many dictators, Stalin for example, who purged and purged and purged the bureaucracy until all the flags were blood stained and bones were bleaching under the snows, to establish his particular pathocratic version of government.  Millions died, tens of millions more toiled unto their death in work camps.  And where is his famous USSR empire today?  How different is Russia today than it was under the Czars, and Stalin, fundamentally speaking? 

Do I even need to talk about money?  Money is the ultimate illusion; the ultimate gamble; the foremost path to absolute despair for a growing majority of the world’s population.  What is money?  Well, it’s numbers, and it’s something between an incredibly popular and long-running soap opera and the weirdest of organized sports whose players (everybody) are owned by bankers and plutocrats. 

The problem with money is, it possesses no intrinsic value.  A dollar bill is a promissory note – a promise to pay – and when you consider the kind of minds that come together to make that promise, well, believing it takes even more faith than believing in an invisible sky wizard.  In today’s world, at this moment, the world’s money is counted in trillions upon trillions of dollar-euro-ruble-yuan-camel dung-casino chits’ worth of debt.  That’s it: the only real value ascribed to money currently is debt which is avidly bought and sold as wonderful collateral. 

They must have stopped teaching arithmetic after I left school because it was taught that if you have three apples and you owe your neighbour five apples, you are short two apples.  That’s it.  If you cannot find some way to replace those two apples, you’re in debt and your neighbour is entitled to take from you anything of value to make up his loss of his two apples.  That was the game.  Now you can sell your shortfall to some ding-dong from another planet who then sells it to another loony from another galaxy and as the loss is moved from idiot to idiot who can’t possibly understand the basic rules of the game, you no longer have a debt… that is until the bouncing ball makes its rounds and comes back to knock on your back door:  “Hi honey, I’m home!” 

So, look at those three Sacred Cows, man’s Sacred Trinity of Powers, and see if, through some bit of logic and common sense you can’t figure out what’s wrong with worshipping those things.  See if there isn’t, tucked deep in the back of your human mind, some rebel idea waiting to be brought forth into the light, even if you need to purchase a twenty dollar LED light bulb to do it.  See if that idea is developed enough to give an inkling of what life could be like without Religion, Government or Money.  As John Lennon would say, Imagine.  Is that so hard?

What would it take for people to live peacefully and contentedly side by side everywhere in the world?  Could it just be the desire to live in peace?  Not a chance.  Any desire has the life-expectancy of the average New Year’s resolution.  Desires are based on feelings and… well, let’s not go there except to say, as long as people insist on interacting based on feelings, they should never be let out of the nursery.  Desire for peace, desire for equality, desire for acceptance, any desire: you can pile them on, three-thousand thick, liberally douse them with water, cut off the oxygen and they’ll still go up in smoke with nothing to show except more of same old. 

Not desire.  Not wishes.  While I’m listing the “nots” what else is guaranteed not to work in any effort to topple sacred cows?  Love.  There’s the real problem; the real illusion.  Love is what makes people worship, and there’s nothing to worship but sacred cows! 

So here I go again:  the one and only “solution” and the certain death of all sacred cows: compassion.  Think of compassion, not love.  Forget love.  You can repeat that infamous biblical bit spouted by that false apostle, Paul of Tarsus in his letter to the First Church of Corinth.  It’s “the love chapter,”  as in, “1st Corinthians thirteen” (feel lucky now?) All About Love.  What it isn’t, what it is.  What it could be, should be, would be… whatever.  All I need to know about love is what the greatest “love” Religion in the world has done in its name, or in the name of its loving Deity.  That closes the book with a snap loud enough to wake the whole snoozing biblical research library. 

How do you define compassion?  First, it’s something you have to choose to become; it’s not something you do, and it’s not something you can turn on and off at will.  Compassion is a way of life as well as one’s ultimate purpose.  It doesn’t have rules on how it expresses because it is infinite in scope.  Compassion is never reciprocal.  Think about that: never reciprocal, whereas love always is.  Unconditional love is a total contradiction, an oxymoron.

Compassion is exponentially self-sacrificial.  The “self” becomes the famous burning bush; the living sacrifice, the self-ignited and self-fueled fire to compassion.  Compassion is the flaming arrow into the mind that lights the fires of empathy.  The compassionate being in time must of necessity become an empath.  Again a very misunderstood word that.  An empath feels what you feel, the happy, the sad, the glowing health and the pain.  The full empath knows all of it, all the joy and all the sorrow, all the time.  Compassion will lead you there and once empathy is fully awakened, there is no going back, not ever, not even for a Star Wars sequel.  And, obviously, an empath cannot, by nature, harm another.  That’s the whole point and that’s what Sacred Cows are designed to blot from the human mind.

It should be an easy conclusion to arrive at, that compassion leads to self-empowerment; to the power to take responsibility of all aspects of one’s own life since that life is now expendable in service of others.  The compassionate being has no use for, no need of, any sacred cows.  They’ll be allowed to finish their lives, wandering the cities and the plains until they die of boredom and old age.  In a compassionate world sacred cows cannot survive because they cannot reproduce.    

*ISSA: acronym for Intelligent, Sentient, Self Aware.

*Pentagonia: based on its real power center known world-wide as “The Pentagon” – a previously nameless empire cum-nation of war, perpetually at war, whose economy is based primarily on making and selling weaponry and using them in war-making against helpless civilians, volunteer doctors, wedding parties, schools, hospitals, unarmed non-white children, whether on the other side of the globe or at home.  Citizens of Pentagonia who until now had no name and perforce had to call themselves “Americans” for the continent they live on, are called Pentagonians.  


18 thoughts on “The Sacred Cow Trinity

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Hello! Now that’s an interesting question! Which background would you want to know about? Religious, social, political, financial?
      Just joking. Generally, born in Brittany (Yes indeed, genuine, full-blooded and certifiable Celt!) then from age five, lived in Canada, in the north, then here now, along the banks of the Fraser River, Lower Mainland, B.C., and quite loving it. Old style Canadian education, grade twelve, which means they still taught the basics and I learned how to read, write and count. Life: “jack” of all trades, master of none, as they say here. Two “failed” marriages, now grandparent. Retired, with a little business on the side to keep the cobwebs from getting too thick. Favourite “past time” is helping people (whatever that means), and kayaking the Fraser. I guess I’d call myself, after seventy years of life and observations this one life-round a sort of philosopher with one main question: why? And that’s why I write and share ideas: looking for that elusive answer, that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Who are we? Why are we here? How long have we got, and does it matter, to us, or to anyone else? Who’s out there, and do they care? What are we missing when it comes to interacting with our own living planet? Why can’t we feel what others feel and respond accordingly? Why is there so much fear and distrust of the unknown? Why do we create gods to take care of us? Why can’t we naturally take responsibility for all aspects of our personal lives without relying on a slough of bureaucratic sharks who eat us and our children alive? Why are we so powerless? Why do our bodies have to die? Why must we kill in order to survive? The questions are indeed, endless, but that’s what a philosopher does, ask the endless questions and put little notation marks on the end of each one before going to the other, or coming back to the previous one. You asked! What about you, Green Goblin?

      1. treatwilliams

        I really can’t follow that! Amazing. I had an average- in many ways- middle class upbringing and journey through the UK education system. Now however I’m unemployed. I keep getting fired from jobs, the last being several months ago. Where did your antipathy towards everything ‘state’ come from and don’t you think it’s a little unfair? It assumes there are legions of humans with largely bad intentions out there. Doesn’t it? My last job for instance was as a support worker in mental health, and the folk I was working with were well supported, had reasonable flats (solid shelter, in any case) on the taxpayers dollar and were even set to get a new kitchen each before I was gone.

        For whatever reason WP doesn’t show a “reply” function to this post, so I’m replying to it here, using the “Edit” function. Although my “philosophy” is really quite simple, it’s totally outside the normal box, so yes, it can be a challenge to follow. But it’s not a trap, I assure you, nor any attempt to trick, or show off. It’s something I learned the hard, hard way, by being an activist, environmentalist, supporting parent and raising two sets of kids in two marriages, working for a multi-national, being a politician (short term, as I discovered it was poison) and working with several support groups for oppressed and refugee peoples from Central America during the days of the Contras (Reagan years particularly). I saw, and I learned, much. Skipping the esoteric, I came to the conclusion that no amount of “good will” or charitable intent through established power groups, be they politically or religiously associated, would make a dent in the overall problem of injustice and oppression. I needed a better answer, and I think I found it. One individual can choose to serve, just serve, in whatever capacity, even if it’s only in thinking about things and allowing one’s innate compassion to flow into the wounds of earth. Does not matter “how” it is done, as long as it is done. As long as one individual, through a free and personal choice, enters that place to inhabit it. The rest comes after that. The growing awareness, the enlightenment, the sense of ‘weird’ freedom, and detachment from those things that people consider so important.

        I hope this edit thing works.

      2. treatwilliams

        ‘Who are we? Why are we here? How long have we got, and does it matter, to us, or to anyone else? Who’s out there, and do they care? What are we missing when it comes to interacting with our own living planet? Why can’t we feel what others feel and respond accordingly? Why is there so much fear and distrust of the unknown? Why do we create gods to take care of us? Why can’t we naturally take responsibility for all aspects of our personal lives without relying on a slough of bureaucratic sharks who eat us and our children alive? Why are we so powerless? Why do our bodies have to die? Why must we kill in order to survive?’… amazing though, have to say. Particular about having no relation to the living planet, and the failure of empathy, and having little control the direction our lives move in.

  1. Sha'Tara Post author

    I suspect that relation to a living planet, and experiencing a certain degree of empathy was likely part of some ancient tribal groups of hunter-gatherers, but that as humans developed socially and learned to live in increasingly urban conditions, they lost those connections to nature; those inner senses and consequently they no longer could see that exploitation, oppression and killing for pleasure or profit would eventually come to curse them as a species and likely would cause the species’ demise. We’re getting a closer and closer look at that inevitability each passing day. A turn-around is always within the realm of the possible, but as a species, that desire is practically non-existent, especially among the sociopaths and psychopaths who constitute the bulk of earth’s leadership, whether of religion, politics or finance. The will to sacrifice in order to bring about fundamental change is simply not there. Any thinking observer can see that.

    The reason people have so little control over their lives is because they refuse to become self-empowered and instead keep creating invisible entities to “guide” them, or trusting in ever-more corrupt visible leadership. Without self-empowerment nothing can ever change.

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Hi Treat. Take a look back up at your comments. One I could not reply to, so instead I used my “edit” function to insert my reply to you in the same comment box, under your own comment. I’d like to know if you got it. It shows up here as an add-on to your comment.

  2. treatwilliams

    I didn’t mean I couldn’t comprehend it, I meant I couldn’t follow your high-flying thing with my own meager little contribution. But I was just kidding around anyway. ‘an activist, environmentalist, supporting parent and raising two sets of kids in two marriages, working for a multi-national, being a politician (short term, as I discovered it was poison) and working with several support groups for oppressed and refugee peoples from Central America during the days of the Contras (Reagan years particularly)’ …..Woah! that’s some crazy experience. Kudos! I’ve had plenty of jobs and life experience myself, and have worked hard in my time. But I’ve stalled somewhat, lately, admittedly.

    Right ok- my thought is… I’m dysfunctional [confidence screwed, seeing nothing but ‘status’ everywhere, very uptight in company, the odd time I’m in it] because of something I’m doing wrong, not the other way round. NOT AT ALL the other way round. I wouldn’t dare to suggest something like that, because there’s so many finer people than me out there who ARE functional within it. What do you think in relation to that?…if you have a second.

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Replying as someone who throughout life has carried an overdose of confidence to the point of stupid arrogance – I’ve corrected that in the last 30 years – it puts us at diametrically opposite corners of the rink. I honestly don’t quite know what to say here. I hate psychiatry (add that to the list!) so I don’t want to do analysis, especially not on a blog! However I do see a pattern in your words, and if it was mine I’d call it defeatism. I have faced some serious challenges that brought me to the edge where you seem to be. I was only thirty when I realized I was facing the rest of my life in a wheelchair due to a debilitated and debilitating back. Massive surgery was to be attempted on the spine first, but in those days that was questionable. Besides, I never trusted doctors either (yes, add them to the list). In conjunction with this, my first marriage was disintegrating and not having experience with divorce, I was quite at a loss how to deal with this double whammy. But I was raised to believe, “full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes” so I carried on with my social commitments which had brought the marriage demise, got through the divorce, then decided to commit suicide to solve the back problem. It was a logical choice since I had no more dependents and I didn’t want to become a burden to anyone. But that was a chicken way out, and I gave “mysticism” a chance. Self-healing, the miraculous, some sort of interference from “higher powers” and next thing I know, I’m healed, healthy, renewed in body. All that remained, and for the remainder of my life, was to find a real purpose for myself and use this unexplainable health to some good ends. All my confidence returned and I plunged into new, and more, shall we say, philanthropist endeavours. A second marriage became part of this new life as well, and it was good until it became redundant to both of us once the kids were on their own. So now what? I was single again, free to take my life wherever I chose and use it as I chose. Independent, self-empowered, detached from personal, people relationships, that led me to choose a life of service, not through organizations (add those to my list of nefarious entities) but alone. I had skills, talents, health, mobility, money – I had it all and I got really going. Not always confident about the things I tackled, but with honesty and humility, admitting when I wasn’t sure, allowing those I helped to decide if they wanted to go more professional, or if they could afford it (most of my work is offered free) it made me not only a better person, but is now giving me, at 69 years of age, the very best years of my life.

      So, that’s me. That’s how I got through the low spots. As a human being, you are in no way any less than anybody else, certainly counting me. You have problems of confidence which I think you can beat. Lack of confidence, surprisingly perhaps, is actually a result of deep personal pride; fear of failure and using failure as an excuse for not “getting out of bed in the morning” (that’s just an expression). The counter to pride is humility. I’m deep into learning that now. No expectations, just the low key pleasure of being of help to someone who, without me, would have to do without (whatever). Compassion. Compassion is an amazing thing: the more you express it towards others (strangers, the world in general) the more you get for yourself; the more it heals and strengthens until with the years you don’t recognize yourself and keep wondering how you got from ‘then’ to ‘now’ and with so much confidence. Well, compassion never fails. It never lets you down because it has no expectations, only the desire to serve, to forget, to lose yourself in that service of others. That sort of mystic power is not taught properly because it can’t be. It can only be experienced. One decided to become a compassionate being, then one starts walking that path to wherever it leads.

      Sorry, but back to me again: those times when I was not otherwise occupied and I wanted to fill my hours with service, I just sought situations that had unmet needs and I plugged myself in, freely and joyously. I always had a job, but I had long holidays with nothing to do, so I plugged those into service. Then when I retired, I made service, already my sole purpose, into a full time thing. This, as a bit of encouragement. There’s a world of need all around us, and if we have the time, and the health, why miss out? Everybody has some talent, some skill, that can be brought to bear on a society increasingly in disarray. I think of myself as that nurse working in the triage room when the broken bodies return from a particularly bloody offensive, smiling, touching, saying kind and hope-filled words, a calming “presence” in the midst of hell. It’s not so dramatic, but you get my drift. We heal ourselves by healing others and losing ourselves in that service. These are the simple keys to health, happiness, certainty and in the end, a death that breathes a thank you.

  3. treatwilliams

    Also I dont quite understand your explanation of the ‘better answer’ you’ve found to the problem of injustice and oppression. I would like to know…

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Probably not much to add to the previous reply. The simple, and better answer to all problems of injustice and oppression lies in compassion. One becomes a compassionate being, and from that point on, all the things that dovetail to create negative conditions become exposed, their carefully placed joints are pulled apart and the compassionate person is able to see behind the veil of deception that constitutes all the workings of man’s power structures and how people as groups, as sheeple, are seduced into supporting that massive construct made of bones and glued together with blood – and I don’t think that’s any exaggeration at all if you consider man’s short history. Since I cannot wave some magic wand and make seven plus billion people compassionate overnight, or over any period of time, there is but one thing to do: that I choose for myself to serve through compassion. The details of what that entails don’t matter: they sort themselves out as I proceed. Compassion is flexible: you can stand tall when needed, or you can kneel in humility and not feel put down. You can walk uphill or downhill, laugh or cry, experience joy and sorrow knowing they are always the twins of duality-inseparable as long as duality exists, and that is not for me to know. I am here, now, and I have one question: can I help you in some way? Sometimes the answer to that is simply by not doing something; by not buying; not indulging; not participating in things that cause harm. And sometimes it can ask you for your life. I had that experience and that’s quite a rush, certainly life changing. Imagine living a life that no longer belongs to you because somewhere back there you gave it up in trust for someone else and you still have it because that stranger did not have to use it. When none of it matters, it will all be yours. As individuals, people have to learn to dream BIG, that being in exact opposite direction to all the teaching, pushing and trough-shoving encouraged by the system. Big is humble, gentle, soft, supportive, self-effacing, peaceful, patient and kind. However big the dream, the individual is always bigger, and up to the challenge. That’s what this life has taught me.

  4. treatwilliams

    You may have no further interest in replying again but if you’d humour me a little bit more I’d really appreciate it. First off: wow, carrying an overdose of confidence…that must be wonderful. Being you must have felt good for the most part. Being me has felt bad for the most part. Though I see you’ve had your share of misfortune.

    Second: you’re so completely accurate on what my problem is re: confidence. A proud nature. That’s revelatory to me. I read a roughly thousand page novel recently and the ONE single line that stuck in my head was ‘a sense of superiority- the secret heart of shyness’. But for some reason with novels, even though the line stuck, I didn’t fully take it on board. I think that’s because you know the author’s primary objective in writing a book is to show off what he/she has got to the world, ahead of any particulars. So you take everything with a pinch of salt. But now you’ve said that after giving it and me a bit of thought I can see it’s absolutely correct. My excessively proud nature has ruined my life and I have to be rid of it. You’re saying the counter is ‘humility’ and compassion. Orienting myself towards being helpful to others. When does one get one’s own kicks, living a life like that? Do you take the weekend off or something?

    What kind of ‘mysticism’ was it that brought on this miracle healing and how could you not still be practicing/preaching it?

    What service is it you perform, that you mentioned?

    Thank you

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      It’s late, I’ll have to be economical with words; deal with what seems to be the main issues here. First, no offense re past tense. I’ve “died” a few times and re-invented myself enough times to know that past tense often works best. It’s like gender: you may have wondered what sort of creature I am, well I’m transgendered which explains why I get along better on my own. Male in appearance, female of preference and thinking, but able to switch back and forth according to need. Also, completely “sexless” in that I have no interest in sex, not for decades, hence why that last marriage was easily “disposed of” and mutually agreeable. In case you wondered about kids, it came with pre-made kids!

      Having gotten that out of the way, now you say, quote: “My excessively proud nature has ruined my life and I have to be rid of it. You’re saying the counter is ‘humility’ and compassion. Orienting myself towards being helpful to others. When does one get one’s own kicks, living a life like that? Do you take the weekend off or something?”

      You see, that shows a great misunderstanding of “purpose” versus vocation or avocation. I chose, and continue to choose, to serve others. That’s my chosen purpose for living. That’s the whole point of this life, so I have no desire whatsoever to “get away from it” as if it was a job I had to do, and needed a break from. The most difficult part for me is suddenly finding myself without any demands being made of me. So I read – thank technology for ebooks! – and I write. But always on standby to get out there and do what my nature demands. So, the “serving” thing is the best that I can give myself. Never a chore, never a burden. The “helping” is the kicks. If the world in general understood it; if individuals allowed themselves to plunge into this, then that’s it, earth’s social problems would soon be history. Universal compassion? No one causing any harm to anyone else, but more, everyone seeking the welfare of others before their own? Well, that is the answer everyone is looking for, and I’m willing to bet that is the one place they will continue to refuse to consider as being valid. Why? They don’t understand it and they believe that they should understand it before they plunge into it, and that’s backwards. First the plunge, then over time comes the understanding. It’s like anything else, a new job for example. You begin with basically nothing, just a desire to do good, and as you become proficient at it, your interest and your wages increase. It does not begin with benefits, it grows benefits. And there are costs which you try to minimize in order to get more personal value from your involvement. You grow yourself into it and it changes you.

      Another quote: “What kind of ‘mysticism’ was it that brought on this miracle healing and how could you not still be practicing/preaching it?”

      I’m done preachin’! And I am practicing it, only not the way it would be expected. People want to see miracles. You have this wonderful gift, I am blind, heal me! Even if I could do that for another, it would be cheating. The Jesus story tells us that, even if it’s only an allegory. I’m sure old Lazarus died again, so he had to go through that twice just to prove a point? But that’s not the issue. The issue is, “physician heal thyself.” and that’s not a cop-out. Obviously, what I did, however I did it, anyone can do. It’s a question of desire, of focus, of pig-headed determination. There’s a saying, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and that’s a half truth. It only works for those who choose to become warriors “of the spirit” or of the mind. We are all “mind over matter” if we so decide. We are the primary life-force now pushing this planet into the future. In Genesis 1:26 we are told, and quote: “let [man] rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” Whether myth or not, it is a fact that “man” has certainly established an iron-fisted rule over the planet – to the point where the planet is being threatened with ecocide. Man wasn’t told how to rule, just that he was to rule, and seems like he heard that bit loud and clear. So, as an individual “man” I partake of that which rules a world. I possess that sort of built-in power and the wisdom to do it right. But because all hell’s broken loose here, I can’t dovetail my power with existing powers because they have become totally destructive. So my power comes back to me. I can do things for my body, for myself, with that power but I cannot tie it in with another’s power to increase the output. That no longer works, not on the spiritual level. And on the corporate, collective level it’s a complete mess. You may want to read my posted essay on the power of prayer for example. So, I can’t heal people. I used to want that but not anymore: it’s not how it works. They have to heal themselves. They have to motivate themselves to overcome their particular personal afflictions, or find the power to accept them as the preferred choice. Failing that, they can throw themselves upon the mercy of the medical cartel and drug conglomerates. For thirty five years I’ve maintained my body in quasi-perfect health without any input from doctors or drugs. A choice. But I also live in what I call “sudden death overtime” in that my life is forfeit already. Death is expected and awaited, sometimes with a kind of anticipation. I know that what I’ve done, or had done to me, is of a transient nature. I needed a healthy body to do what I wanted to do, to fulfill my purpose, and I did it, and expect to continue doing it until the day I am released from duty. That’s the mysticism, this losing of one’s self into a purpose, becoming the purpose and allowing that to be the all-encompassing “lover” – the single-minded desire.

      So much for economy of words. To your last question, it actually is the wrong question. What I do, how I serve others, is totally irrelevant. First, it’s eclectic, since I’m of a variety of people who can do almost anything. Speaking of arrogance, when I was in my teens I had a saying and I diligently practiced it: If someone else can do it, so can I. There were never any doubts that I could do anything I wanted to. I could pick up any job anytime, anywhere and assure an employer that I could do it. And I did. I suppose that’s a sort of talent, or maybe it’s just single-minded focus, whatever. The point is, your question cannot be answered the way you expect. Needs are everywhere and it doesn’t matter what one does, or is proficient at. What matters is the servant’s state of mind: purpose or chore. Life-enhancing or life-sucking. Attitude. Job focusing means discontent, however great the job. Purpose approach means an ever-replenishing flow of inner satisfaction, of well-being, of knowing that one’s life matters. Self-empowerment through selflessness. That’s about it. Choice. There’s this Robert Frost famous poem about two roads that diverge in a yellow wood… “I took the one less travelled by and that has made all the difference.” Frost was right you know. It does make all the difference. On the road less travelled you’re the only one you have to give an account to – no one else.

      That’s probably quite a bit to chew on for a bit? But I don’t mind answering questions as long as we aren’t going around in circles. Eventually one has to say, OK, I know I’ll never do that, or Well, it’s time to get started, I’m going to try it.

      Take care!

      1. treatwilliams

        Thank you for the reply. RIP David Bowie! Right? What I understand then is that you are doing exactly the thing you deeply want to be doing. That’s something everyone aspires to. For you it’s practising compassion/helping others. For others it’s something else, like achieving ‘excellence’ in whatever their field is. But I am convinced by what you say regarding what the world would look like if everyone made compassion their purpose, it would be paradise. It’s the good fight, of course, Again, most would agree with that. But herd mentality stops us. You say to ‘take the plunge’ first, and the sense of purpose will grow in time. I can imagine that being the case. Ok, I’m not happy with my current life orientation, I want to ‘take the plunge’. (Why have you used a dramatic image like that?) Would you advise me to just ‘follow my gut’, in terms of what living compassionately is, or what, exactly? Thanks again.

  5. Sha'Tara Post author

    Give me some time and I’ll definitely get back to you and your questions. Too bad we can’t sit down for a pint or a cuppa (using what I think is your terminology for a beer, or a coffee/tea here) and talk face to face…

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      I’m going to post your comments/questions here, and try to address them as they come. Hope that doesn’t become a dog’s breakfast of an offering…

      RIP David Bowie! Right? [Start with that: what does that mean??? Don’t know much about that person, sorry. ]

      What I understand then is that you are doing exactly the thing you deeply want to be doing. [yes]
      That’s something everyone aspires to. [Perhaps, I’m not convinced about the “deeply” part as it applies to everyone. I think most are just satisfied in being carried with the current.]

      For you it’s practising compassion/helping others. [yes, that’s the fire, the burning thing, the passion, the driving force if you will] For others it’s something else, like achieving ‘excellence’ in whatever their field is. [yes, exactly]

      But I am convinced by what you say regarding what the world would look like if everyone made compassion their purpose, it would be paradise. [I’m glad that you can see that; not everybody gets it. For many it’s the scary thing of being taken advantage of; of becoming a doormat; of “being a loser” in the struggle to survive or becoming top dog.]

      It’s the good fight, of course, Again, most would agree with that. But herd mentality stops us. [herd mentality is based on fear, and that comes from institutional brainwashing.]

      You say to ‘take the plunge’ first, and the sense of purpose will grow in time. I can imagine that being the case. [it should; it was for me personally and I can’t speak beyond that. Every worthwhile attempt at changing the self involves self-sacrifice, and in today’s world that’s a major obstacle: who wants to “sacrifice” entirely for the benefit of others, of strangers?]

      Ok, I’m not happy with my current life orientation, I want to ‘take the plunge’. (Why have you used a dramatic image like that? [because I have a tendency to speak/write in hyperbole?]) Would you advise me to just ‘follow my gut’, in terms of what living compassionately is, or what, exactly?
      [that’s THE question most people ask me, and it is the most difficult to answer. I would not be “comfortable” suggesting using one’s “gut” or basic feelings as a motivator – I do not trust feelings. If I were your teacher and you put me on the spot like that, here’s what I’d suggest: that you study the concept of compassion and consider what life, for you, would translate as if you woke up tomorrow morning and you were a completely compassionate being. How would you be looking at the world around you? How would you feel? For me, I had been “studying” the concept for years before I took my own plunge; before I chose to become a compassionate being. It was probably around the age of eleven or twelve when I realized that my life needed a complete overhaul. I was entering puberty and from the wrong end of the tunnel. At first I just thought, I’ll make myself become a good person. But I could not define “good” in any specific, guiding way. Good, that’s like love: basically I can make it mean whatever I want to mean and it’s still good. Gradually, over two and a half decades, and after trying all those “helpful” things I mentioned before, it dawned on me that compassion was the one positive virtue that could not be faked. If one claimed to be compassionate and failed it in some way, it would be like a knife in the heart: no possibility of hiding in hypocrisy: to be or not to be was no longer a possible question. All the big things were suddenly explainable, all in the same notebook, all in agreement: personal, free choice about all aspects of my life; acceptance of others, and judgment (discernment) but without the need for condemning. Self-empowerment through the gradual shedding of need to be a part of some collective movement, or even a part of a family collective. A different kind of certainty from the days of my know-it-all arrogance. Now I learned the joy of walking in humility, of always giving credit to others for accomplishments, of realizing that I am not, and never was, any better, smarter or superior to anyone else; of shrugging away praise when it came my way (and what a change that was from the days of my public speaking and politics!). Humility, what a force that is when allowed to work properly, when unsought, hidden as quietly savoured alone. One more thing, about compassion: the compassionate person no longer entertains any doubts or fear about death. That is transcended.
      So, look into it seriously if you feel a tugging in that direction. If you decide to “take it on” deliberately and as a life-changing motivator, I doubt you will ever look back and feel you made a mistake. ]
      Thanks again. [you’re welcome!]

  6. treatwilliams

    ‘Being you must have felt good for the most part.’….. Sorry for referring to your life in the past tense. That was purely because I was interested here in you during the time where I’m at now. Hope you can see that and weren’t offended.


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