Category Archives: Mind Being

I am Nothing, I am but a Chimera

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

I harbor in my mind this wonderful thought: that I am Nothing.  If I am Nothing, then I don’t need anything.  I don’t crowd other life, demanding space for myself.  I don’t consume, eat, absorb, collect and hoard “stuff” because being Nothing, I need nothing.  I can walk, or float if I wish, observing and learning. 

In this wonderful and recurrent vision, I walk among earth life somewhat unseen.  If I am touched, I can realize this but the other, the one who touches is only aware of a shadow, some sense that “something” happened and a diminishing sense of dread, or transport.  

Being Nothing, I have an infinite number of choices on how I interact with the world around me.  There is nothing that world can do about my choices because being Nothing, I cannot be controlled in any aspect of my life.  Being Nothing I do not need approval or love, nor do I care if fear, hatred or indifference is expressed towards me.   

This is interesting, and I am curious: could Nothing be feared? Could Nothing be hated, resented? Could Nothing be loved?  Could Nothing render a presence of divinity?  

Of course it can; it always does though it is not thought of as Nothing.  Though Nothing cannot be seen it can be sensed in the sense of being a Chimera.  I know how fearful or awed people can be of the Chimeras planted in their minds from childhood and from particular stages of their lives. 

What are those Chimeras?  They are what is believed outright without personal experience of, nor proof of; something “everybody” believes they know while actually knowing nothing about it.  Something believed because “someone” or “something” in authority said it was so.  Because someone taught so.  Chimeras are born of faith in Gods, teachers, preachers, leaders, entertainers, bankers, lovers, doctors, scientists.  They pass their Chimeras on to the world and while they are being used as a convenience (and always for profit and mind-control) they are simultaneously gestated into a next generation so they may guarantee the endless turning of the squirrel cage.  

The world is full of Chimeras.  Gods, of course, top the list, but enemies are the most used models.  They are a particular species of very convenient Chimera – always needed and in a constant state of being invented and given to poetic license.  Enemies allow people to hide their own failings and evil inside a Chimera, a Demon whom they fondly hope will never be encountered for that would create a reality shift problem.  That is why “refugees” (the enemy) are a major problem: by their presence they create a breakdown of faith in the chimerical mental construct.  Once allowed in they no longer serve as a convenient Chimera and new ones must be invented.  As Pooh would say, “Oh, bother!”

Lesser Chimeras are other people’s beliefs that don’t jive with ours.  If we create the alternative fact that theirs are evil, then we can conveniently claim that ours are good and pure.  More Chimeras are other people’s races and skin tone; gender or language or how they interact and even how they eat. 

Chimeras are the mind-prisons of the Somethings.  I know this because when I exist as a Something, I bring my Chimeras to life, and how they love to dance their dance of death with me. 

That being explained, it remains that the most dangerous Chimera is someone who is Nothing.  Someone who cannot be manipulated, controlled, pushed into a corner, dummied down, bought, imprisoned or “frightened to death” using any of society’s control mechanisms.  Someone who doesn’t have an ego to be stroked. Someone who is always free regardless of circumstances.

It is a truism that what we own, owns us.  By that same token, what we believe also owns us.  When we are owned, we are slaves. 

What I enjoy most about being Nothing is I can live with nothing and I can choose whether to feel fear, or loathing, or anger, or express love unconditionally, or feel happiness, or simply enjoy quiet comfort whereas a Something can only experience a part of those choices. 

Nothing can sit on a cloud and sleep until the cloud dissipates, then glide along on the wind, perhaps to land on a ship on the high seas, on an island or on a high mountain or in the middle of the desert where Nothing communes alone with Joy. 

Nothing can wander freely in the middle of a war zone unscathed, except for the burning pain of ever-present Sorrow, that being a given.  

Being Nothing would serve no purpose if Nothing could not live in the constant experience of knowing Joy and Sorrow intimately.  That is, after all, the whole point of being Nothing – to experience living a life in total freedom of choice; where consequences do not raise questions of conscience because they affect only Nothing.  They never harm, nor hurt the ego-beings: the Anythings or Somethings.  Emotionally a Nothing is a closed system.  What a Nothing experiences doesn’t affect the external world at all.

Can a physical entity, or being, be Nothing apart from dreams and visions?  That would be some trick now, wouldn’t it? 

A Nothing Chimera walks between the worlds of man and that of spirit.  Can the embodied Nothing join those two worlds and if it did, what must be the outcome? 

World Bridger (a Vision)

              Dreams and visions.  They come to those who seek them; who seek understanding in all the places where society, civilization, the System, the Status Quo or “The Matrix” insist there can be no understanding except through blind belief and blind obedience.  It insists that everyone must follow the pattern laid out by the Powers that Be, from “God” on down.  Anyone can own a piece of the puzzle if that piece is handed down from those in authority.  If it isn’t then it’s illegitimate, illegal, blasphemous, immoral – take your pick: you are not supposed to have it and must destroy it, or hand it back to the authorities to be destroyed (or hidden in their underground vaults).  If you insist on keeping unauthorized information you place yourself in danger of the “Inquisition” – and be certain that said Inquisition exists within every form of totalitarian power, whether it be religious, scientific, academic, political or financial.  Those who have stood against the Inquisition know what I’m writing about.  Take Galileo; Julian Assange, Joan of Arc, Salman Rushdie, Chelsea Manning… and speaking of “whistleblowers” – check out the list on Wikipedia.  So many others who spent their lives in prison, were executed and tortured to death because they held to a truth that was denied by the System.  Also, if the subject interests you, read up on how the biblical prophets were treated in their days as they pointed out the error of the ways of Israel… errors which caused many a terrible conquest and diaspora; errors which are being repeated today by that same nation and which will have the same ends, for ways not changed means of certainty that history must repeat itself for Earthian humanity.  

                                        World Bridger  (a vision)
           (from the files of    ~burning woman~   by Sha’Tara)

          In the darkness, I heard a deep voice echoing.  It said: “You are Tara, daughter of Earth, you are a Planet Bridger…”  As I peered into the dark, which was the dark of space, I saw two planets orbiting.  Then the voice continued: “In the depths of space, two twin worlds move slowly towards each other through the eons of time… Soon they will come close enough to each other for a bridge to be formed…” 

          I looked at these two twin worlds.  One was pristine, beautiful, green, lush, full of life.  Its waters were blue and clear.  Everywhere was a sense of pure joy.  The other was the opposite: it was blighted, polluted, desecrated.  Smoke swirled around it, and on its surface people ran here and there aimlessly.  There were wars being fought, and famine was rampant.  There were plagues and diseases of all kinds.  Pain, misery and death marked the passage of time there…

          When these two worlds approached one another, at some perfect timing, a ball of reddish/golden light appeared between the two planets.  Inside this ball of light was a being apparently sleeping.  Then, I found myself there: I was that being, Tara, the Bridger.  I awakened from my sleep and began to stretch myself.  As I did so, I emerged from the ball of light and it vanished. 

          In space, I stretched my feet towards the pristine world and I saw them enter the soil and become a part of the landscape.  I could feel the well-being of it, the invitation to share in its bounty.  I stretched my head to the wrecked and wretched planet, and when I touched it, my hair, which flowed in abundance, entered that soil like millions of roots, and I became a part of that world.  I felt the burning of it, an unwholesome uncomfortable feeling within my head. 

Now, there was a bridge between two worlds.  Soon, people from the blighted world began to walk upon my flesh; to wonder at, to ponder, this phenomenon.  Some, recognizing the bridge, gave thanks and in gratitude, quickly made their way to the waiting Edenic world.  Most, sadly, were afraid of the consequences of trusting in this new thing, and chose to just wander around a bit, then returned to their miserable existence.  Another type of human came to explore my body: the ‘gold diggers” or resource seekers .  These brought the same tools they had been using to destroy their planet.  They proceeded to cut up my flesh, looking for treasure.  Finding nothing of interest to their blighted senses, they too returned to their world to continue in their pointless existence.

          In time, when the two worlds were again beginning to orbit apart, all those who were upon my body left.  Most opted to remain on their old world, afraid of the future presented to them.  They could not believe that this new world was ‘real’. 

          When I was completely clear of traffic, of human life, I pulled myself free of the old world.  My hair tore out of my head and remained in the soil there.  I pulled my legs away from the new world, and my feet remained in that soil.  I rolled myself into a ball… and died… or so it seemed.  I became non-living, in the sense that we know it.  My body also vanished in space.  Then the voice came back and said: “In time, when this cycle is complete, you will again return to bridge these two worlds, for you are infinite, you are life.”

          By choice, and by whatever means given us over time upon time, some of us become world bridgers.  Our calling and our choice may never be known by anyone, but as my “new age” friends were fond of mentioning, we are anchors.  By our presence and by our thoughts we “anchor” certain energies within worlds and these places of power often remain untapped for millennia.  Then we come back and we find these ancient treasures that belong to us, and we learn how to use them and expand them.  Sometimes they can give us enough power to rise up into public awareness and create waves of changes.  Think Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr. – individuals with charisma, with the power of compassion: such doesn’t just happen, nor does it happen overnight.  Long, long planning and many lives go into building such awareness.  Does it make any difference?  It can, for those who observe, listen and act on their own wisdom as the above vision demonstrates.

A Star Dancer Speaks

Have you ever wondered what “listening to the voices of the dead” and “hearing the music of the spheres” have in common?

When you look in the night sky, what do you see?  Stars?  Yes, mostly stars for only stars emit enough light to travel those quasi-unfathomable distances of space to twinkle in this earth’s little firmament. 

What does that twinkling represent?  A sort of Morse code, yes?  The “spheres” talking to us, perhaps calling some of us back; reminding us that we are not utterly lost as we walk in weak finiteness on a dark non-star matter world that can only reflect a sun’s light.  For we are the star dancers, beings of eternal combustion, burning to give light, as did our ancient worlds of origin.

If you know yourself to be a star dancer, do you know the language; the music, from your starry worlds?  Do you remember any of it?  Do you know why you are here on this cold world in semi-darkness, the closest thing resembling your ancient home, that tiny ball of fusion in this world’s sky? 

Look back through your great remembrances and see the waves of migrations as your home worlds burned themselves out, leaving you orphaned, refugees scattering in the endless immensity of space.  Remember how you closed yourselves up and “died” to become seeds that would find homes – or not – here and there in the great vagaries of worlds in collision.  Remember.  Remember the unthinkable.

Eons later, through millions of transformations and mutations you find yourselves here, looking into the night sky.  It is filled with pin-pricks of light from your star worlds.  Do you hear them, their voices?  Their sad songs?  Do you realize now that what you are hearing is the voices of the dead?  Those lights, so many, are but the remnants of what were once our living worlds.  We were star beings living within our star worlds.  Then they burned out.   We did not.

We became the cast out.

We scattered, as seeds from a dandelion head, blown away in the fiery winds of their demise.  But our worlds’ light kept on its path through time.  These lights we see; these voices calling us, they are the voices of the dead, star beings; voices of our dead worlds, the wind whistling through tombstones and denuded trees in man’s graveyards.  We can never go back home again.  We must accept this. 

What we need not accept is that we are now permanent residents of cold material worlds.  We have seeded our wisdom and knowledge here and there throughout the universe.  We suffered more pain and loss than any language could ever reveal.  We re-created ourselves into semblances of quasi-intelligent life, not only to survive, but to teach.  We have seldom been accepted or welcomed; mostly doubted, held in suspicion, suppressed and killed.  Our role, if such it was, has cost us dearly.  Many of us to avoid martyrdom slipped into the predictable monotony of a matter-world’s life patterns.  We put our minds to sleep; we disconnected from our innate compassionate and empathetic nature.  We did not want to suffer anymore.  We wanted rest. 

We found death instead.

Look in the night sky again!  We are awakening!  We have a new power now, we can make new worlds suitable for us and all our kin.  We shall make those worlds to last forever.  When our children hear the songs and music of these new worlds they will be the voices of the ever-living. 

Come, let us prepare to leave this dying world and go home.   

“Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries — but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.”  – Ransom Riggs

 

Failed Democracies or a Failed Civilization?

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

The current political conditions planet-wide and spate of political discomforts experienced in the imperial West is making many pundits and ordinary folks question the health and validity of western style democracies.  Most are of the opinion that our democracies need some serious fixing.  I disagree.  Not on the fact that they need fixing.  I disagree in that I know they cannot be fixed.  There are things that cannot be fixed you know.  Happens all the time.  Failed inventions.  We don’t like to talk about them, admitted failures are terribly boring to study,  but they litter the historical landscape of man’s religious, political, financial, industrial and technological ages.

One of the most glaring of failed political inventions is  Western style democracies.  I think it’s time we grew up, woke up, smelled the coffee and realized that the “national” political games we in the “West” began to play some 200 years ago are outdated, even childish in today’s global reality.  Democracy, admittedly from historical perspective, was nothing but a new board game thrown on a nation’s or empire’s political table.  “Let’s see if this approach can work with the way we want to mold civilization” said some elitist lawyerly academical moneyed individuals.  So they put away their swords, shook hands, dictated some rules and a Christmasey list of great wishes to a couple of them acting as secretaries, labelled it a constitution and called that which it would control a  “democracy.” Why a democracy?  Well because they had some education and some of them had read the classics and knew that a smaller, more exclusive version of the game had been tried out by Greek elites in ancient history and and those Greek elites had called it democracy.

That’s pretty much all there was to it.  The new approach boldly claimed that everybody could sit around the table and play, but that was a lie big enough to choke a whole herd of elephants, wasn’t it?  Slaves?  Of course not.  Women?  Are you kidding me, we don’t even know yet if women have souls (remember that discussion was still going on at the turn of the 20th century so you bet it played a powerful role then) and women belong to the men, why should they need, or want, to have a say in anything political or financial?  That was the auspicious beginning of the great idea of universal suffrage.

Do you see any contradiction here?  Of course not.  No more so than that the same democracy today can only be led by someone who is a billionaire.  It’s a democracy and everybody has the same rights as everybody else, and if you don’t believe that you are unpatriotic, perhaps even a terrorist because you are obviously a reader of “fake news” on the Internet.  You believe what you’re told, not your senses, that’s what freedom is all about.

Be that as it may, we are now well aware (or should be well aware) the game always belonged to the male elites.  Votes were a sop to the masses, a scam.  If you had a family name and money or had a reputation as a powerful military commander, you could buy enough votes to be “elected” and continue to make the rules under the authority of the richest “entrepreneurs” and “banks” who controlled to money, i.e., the real power.

If man were an evolving species it should be evolving mentally, not just technologically.  Technocracy is a ruling system for a machine world, not a human world.  Only mindless people can find their fulfillment and satisfaction in a machine world.  If we are evolving mind beings it behooves us to look at our civilization in toto, not just at its shaky parts.  Democracy as a demonstrably weak and pathetic system of government, so easily controlled by sociopathic plutocrats, is but a small part of the whole aspect of civilization.  If we “fix” all that is wrong with democracy (not that anyone could, democracy is not a working concept for Earthians who have yet to learn the necessity of taking responsibility for all aspects of their personal lives) we will not fix the major problem faced by man: the current state of global civilization.

Civilization:  this singular monster, so completely out of control, so taken for granted by all, is the root cause of the planet’s imminent collapse.  We can’t fix the weak, worn-out, out-dated, unbalanced parts hoping that will fix the whole thing.  Western-type “democracies” have definitely shown their feet of clay.  They temporarily plugged a hole in civilization created by the deposing and dis-empowering of autocratic aristocracies ruled by emperors, kings, queens, military generals, priests or popular heroes and unpopular tyrants.  Like democracies today these tyrants had exceeded their grasp and were toppled by popular revolutions.  Democracies today are being deposed, at least in the minds of the “voters,” because they no longer even make a pretense of serving the common good.  They, in fact, have become the very tyrants they once replaced.

This was inevitable.  The conundrum for man now is that nothing has been “thought up” to replace or supplant these failed and dying democracies, so people are seriously contemplating the idea of returning to the national or imperial “strong man” or “strong men” to lead them.  Foolish and utterly self-defeating it certainly is, but until something revolutionary new is invented or created, we are in for a long, long period of societal collapse as “the strong men” fight wars, committing atrocities and genocides as they jockey for positions of power.  This isn’t prophetic: it’s happened throughout the 20th century and only intensified in this one, beginning with the second Iraq “war.”

If the plan was to avoid a major societal AND environmental collapse, there is but one thing that can accomplish that, and it won’t come cheap: man must totally destroy and eradicate all vestiges of western type civilization, including the technology that upholds it.

The only thing now left for man to save the species and its world is to start from scratch.

It isn’t totalitarianism, capitalism, militarism, terrorism, banksterism, drugs, overpopulation, famine, disease or climate change that is destroying the world, it’s civilization.  Civilization is what makes possible the above evils, no mistake.  Since these evils have subjugated everything else to themselves, and since they get their power from civilization, nothing short of an end of civilization can dis-empower them. Think of it as draining the swamp, only the world is the swamp, not just nests of corrupt politicians, boards of directors and military HQ’s.

The great collapse is no longer an “if”- it’s going to happen.  Alea Iacta Est: the die is cast. The great wheel is turning at this moment.  We can demonstrate advanced wisdom and true human courage by guiding and controlling the fall, softening as much of the blow as our current state of understanding allows, or we can continue tinkering with the creaky, smoky, grinding parts pretending that we are fixing the whole until it falls on us “like a shit from heaven” as we say in the vernacular.  Or we can even outdo our natural stupidity by pushing even more esoteric computerized technology into the gaping hole and pay main stream media to extol our smarts.

Speaking of democracies, here’s an appropriate quote:  “As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” – H. L. Mencken

It has been said many times, in many ways, that the people always get the leaders they deserve.  A failed democracy, the United States of America, has recently emblazoned that truth on a marquee for the entire world to marvel at.

 

The Differences between a Mind Being and a Soul Being

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

How does a mind being differ from a soul being?  Both are *ISSA type beings.  Both can exist side by side on the same world, in the same dimension, be of the same species.  Both can think, reason, analyze, learn.  Both experience feelings and emotions, engage in what appears to be similar relationships with others.  Both can perform similar tasks, are interchangeable in what they can do.  Where’s the all-important difference? 

There exists a fundamental difference.  The mind being operates on a vibrational or power level not accessible to the soul being.  An evolved mind being is totally self empowered while a soul being can only function in a controlled and controlling environment; as a sycophant, follower, believer, basically as a slave of something it acknowledges and needs to be above itself.  The mind being is perfectly comfortable living in as an individual, without companionship, i.e., friends, lovers, family, groupies, “fellow” members of any number of collectives; without belonging to, or being an associate of.  Conversely the soul being cannot exist without these appurtenances and societal paraphernalia. 

Going deeper into this, the mind being is a free agent.  It doesn’t need to cling to any teaching or doctrine; rule or law.  It “believes all things, believes in nothing.”  Again, and conversely, the life of the soul being is totally circumscribed by what it has been taught.  It operates on the basis of doctrines.  It cannot function without some superior entity making rules and laws for it to follow and obey. 

Perhaps the greatest difference between these two entities is that the mind being, while going along with rules and laws imposed by the rulers of society will do so strictly to fulfill its obligations to that society or to satisfy the physical laws that bind that society together and allow it to function.  Conversely the soul being will obey the rules and laws only if they benefit it as an individual or if it is afraid of getting caught and punished if it does not obey.  Freedom drives the mind being; force and fear drive the soul being.

Let’s use a simple example: the mind being will drive to but seldom exceed the speed limit, not because it couldn’t easily go much faster but because of foremost importance it sets itself up as an example to others.  It also knows the limitations and pitfalls of vehicular states of repair, road conditions, and the vagaries of driver skills in traffic.  The mind being is constantly aware that life in material conditions is a crap shoot but more importantly, being at least partially empathetic it would never be the source of harm or danger for others, nor would it want to be saddled with grief or guilt, two debilitating conditions it could not avoid should it ever be the cause of harm, hurt, pain or loss to another.  Conversely the soul being has no such restraints.  If it causes pain or harm to another it will take a number of possible paths to avoid punishment or prosecution.  It carries insurance and relies on it.  If it is found at fault it will try to deny responsibility by lying and casting blame.  It will play the sympathy card and if that doesn’t work it will seek legal help to “get off.”

The mind being lives in a state of detachment, something the soul being simply cannot comprehend.  The mind being does not entertain special, emotional relationships such as a lover or special partner or special children who must take precedence over the needs of someone else not special.  The mind being chooses not to make that distinction.  This is incomprehensible to the soul being whose entire life is bound up in creating, maintaining, belonging to or denigrating, despising, abusing and breaking  up special relationships of lovers, husband or wife, parents, children, extended family, special groups, fellowships, tribe, race, country, gender.   

Basically it comes down to personal empowerment and integrity.  The mind being lives for, and by, integrity.  It has that personal power allowing it to look at any situation and by applying compassion to it, knowing exactly what is the right thing to do.  Having that built-in integrity, it has no problem following through and doing the right thing.  Further, the mind being is not body centered and exists in a state of willing and chosen servanthood and self-sacrifice.  Conversely such a state of beingness is considered weak or stupid by the average soul being whose modus operandi is primarily predatory self-protection, self-aggrandizement and personal profit at someone or something else’s expense.

Some important questions:  based on the above, which category best exemplifies an evolved human being?  Which do you think your parents, teachers, political and/or religious leaders and superiors, belong to?  Which category of human being would you choose to belong to?  

*ISSA: acronym for Intelligent, Sentient, Self Aware