Letís say you may need to pay greater attention to an
aspect of your life, such as your body, on a daily basisóthe way YOU
need to do it, at your leisure. To go your own speed. But do we do what
needs doing? Less and less so. "Not enough time!"
We may just be in our homes, feeling guilty about doing
something of cherished habit. It is oneís own time, and we each have our
own priorities. Maybe you have to rub olive oil into all your skin after a
shower or bath, especially if chlorineís effect bothers you. This takes
time. But we try to perform for others and their expectations, and we are
thus too busy to do what we really like. We even postpone healing, quite
possibly shortening our lives, and so making others bear the cost of our
poor health and damaged spirit.
Despite the wonder of jet travel and highways, it is
hard to go just anywhere we please anymore, compared to former ages. At
least in former ages, people could walk on down the road or the trail:
"Off I go, and Iíll live off the land with or without my
band."
Now "Itís all been fenced or paved" (The
Depavers - ed.). Governments interpose themselves between
"countries" such that some of us arenít free to go someplace,
or in some cases anywhere at all perhaps. And the rest of us need to have
passports or other forms of identification and numerical codes approved
and controlled by the state. This is not the day to day, however. Letís
start by questioning our usual state of being.
We are brainwashed to think we are having fun or
getting a lot done, or that we simply have to "do things." Some
of these things are unfriendly to our ecosystem, and are valued
economically while more sensible, community minded pursuits are rarely
carried out in a busy world where we are forced to deal alone with societyís
challenges.
Many activities and tasks are approved by the bosses
(in oneís family, perhaps) for the activitiesí capacity for
selfishness or servitude to either corporations or the government. This
may not be obvious to all.
Some of us instead feel part of a community or a
nation, but itís harder to keep it up when the name of the game is
massive enrichment for the few, secured with violence. We donít play
that game. But we need to be able to feel more actively communal than the
right to say "Have a nice day, Mrs. Jones." Hell, even borrowing
a cup of sugar is getting to be a relic of decades past.
Meanwhile, there is little recognition for a family
member staying home helping another family member, or increase self
reliance by growing food in the garden.
Employment is a crime, as it is not necessary in an
alternative system (that is conveniently suppressed with brutality).
People all through U.S. society are told employment is the only way and
that there are good jobs, as in, "thereís good voluntary servitude
on that there plantation yonder." Thereís going on the dole, but
can one then afford organic food and filtered water, as well as other
essentials?
Even when we are on our own precious bit of personal
free time, bosses or bureaucracies serve to interfere in our subconscious
in goodness, privacy and freedom.
Pursuing oneís dream is a big issue. Is there
"meaning to oneís life?" If you do have a dream, is it really
your dream, or are we still trying "to live like the folks on the
hill", as John Lennon sang? Whether itís to break into the upper
crust or to be wealthy independently, it is really just the same
discredited value system taking us nowhere but down into a cesspool big
enough for the whole world. Some dream that is! Not so creative. Maybe we
had other dreams, better ones, when we were younger and we retained some
innocence. Then did we sell out and let others dominate us into not doing
what we want to do?
Even a close relative or loved one can be a dominator.
Itís common to dominate within families, sometimes as harmfully as slave
mastersónot just of the body but more the mind. They have their axes to
grind, usually for their own selfish, narrow ends. No wonder the dominant
culture is a macrocosm of individualistic rip-off artists, most of whom
are not very artful, but sad.