In order to move forward, sometimes you have to move backward. Time ebbs and flows like a river, love does much the same. I have not felt this sense of attachment since i gave up outcome based reality. Now listening to Hejira, i am taken back into past times when life was simpler, and there was still a sense of wonder.
I hit the metric where the existence game no longer functions on human scale. This means that the fractal has increased beyond the point where i as a single individual have any control of the creation. From the basis of starting onrri in 2001, until a few days ago, i was consumed by what i consider my life's work.
Now, like a free-bird, i let it fly. As an embedded life-long learner, i made a commitment to develop research directed learning, totally interest based. I now see that interest is a tax on the monetary system that churns an economy that eats people on human scale.
I am indebted to many people that have worked with me and for me, breaking new ground in a fixed system. Now we have to fix the broken systems based on economic profiteering. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Money based on interest that is not knowledge has stolen the value of people on human scale. We are chattle in a legal system that has usurped our rights, as we, the people, by linguistic fraud. Thyme to stand down.
The political system is a welcome distraction. The circus is in town from now til november, seriousity is a casualty. For the thyme being, the slip away from social media to real life is just a change from inside to outside perspective. No longer embedded, i can look at the true data collected from a refreshed perspective. Next winter after silly season.
The crypto-fiction will return to the Renaissance, while the marx brothers and ghandi pursue novel interests. A game of telephone will commense, as mushrooms, we grow abundantly when kept in the dark and shovelled huge quantities of shit.
Metric counting thyme, to see if my player counts reveal things that i did not notice. Summer is dedicated to saving myself from garden tending, because the wildlife likes the domestic plantings, yet does not seem to be interested in the herbal medicinals. I have chamomile, mullein and st. john's wort in harvestable quantity.
Gaia likes medicine here, grandmother tree grows magic mushrooms for my personal entertainment ceremony. The last legal campfire of spring burned just the other day, the forest is closed to deliberate camping flames due to weather manipulation.
A rainbow flame encorporates the entire color spectrum. The purple flame guides me with St. Germain wisdom, luck is where preparation meets skill level. Working in groups on human scale requires that all individuals work within themselves, to find the place where human scale really is. The place is called @here and it is wherever you may be.
Stand down with me, and find yourself this summer. Satyagraha. Pursue personal interests, not group gripe or group grope sessions. Love yourself and find a separate peace. Then thank john knowles for describing the human condition on human scale.
Namaste ... doc
