Nature & humanity intelligence By Hudley
“I have become so dense, so filled with information and thoughts and expectations, the natural world has a difficult time finding a way in.” ~ Pg 154 The Body and Movement In Analysis ~ Cedrus Monte
While cleaning the garage out I focused on a perfect dandelion outside the house and a perfect circuit board in the garage.. .
The round and broken up circle of a soft white puff is a three dimensions wonder of nature.
The circuit board is a city with large buildings and water towers flowing electricity giving life to a computer.
The similarities and the differences.
Both revealing their existence before my eyes.
I was thinking about the diversity and reasons for a dandelion or a circuit board;
how the two fit in this world,
how humanity fits in the world.
how I am influenced by both.
hands and mind of nature… a mystery,
hands and mind of humanity… still a mystery.
I can unite them in myself with art.
By way of a computer, my mind and hands…
The mind is designed to lie. The heart has a mind of its own and when you put the mind and heart together strange things can happen… but then there is the sex organ mind that has a power pull of its own too. Then there is the conscience mind that an episode of X-files defines as:
“Conscience is dead people whispering to us.”
The dead may see things and know truths that we alive humans can’t understand. Not just the dead but nature and characters such as Jiminy Cricket and billions of crickets chirping every night help us with our conscience mind. Why? Maybe because we should not be telling lies!! It is an impossible situation. Listening to crickets chirp at night for about 15 minutes can help us to become more aware. The overwhelming gravity of constant sex calls throughout the night can force our thinking inward. Helping us to feel regret about some of the lies we told that day. Maybe there is something to those old fairy tales after all. Who wants their nose to grow every time they tell a lie?
Some well-seasoned anxiety sprinkled on top.
Then there is the gut. We all have the ability to feel that gut feeling. Do we listen to it? I have a fine tuned gut, well not physically but intuitively. I know when something is not right by listening to it. I know when I hear a lie. It feels like chaos and looks like the fog with some well-seasoned anxiety sprinkled on top.
I prefer following my gut.
Lies are not all bad. We have all told them to protect people we love. Here comes Santa Claus, There Goes Peter Cottontail and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas are humongous subtle lies some of us tell our children. (Even though I still believe in them personally.)
The lies that really hurt us, others or the world in general are the big lies that suppress us as a people. Governments, corporations and organized religion are good at these types of big black widow lies. These are the kind of lies our government told to our American Indian brothers and sisters .
The throwing in the wrench lie.
Then to conclude this little essay I will speak about the throwing in the wrench lie. It is when you tell a lie in order to see how gossip spreads. This is a fun one to practice. This is what gangsters do in order to find out where their loyalties lie. I have done this a couple of times to see where my loyalties abide but I prefer following my gut. It never lies!!
G.B.H RULE 30 years!!!
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On the way home from picking my kid up from school we talked about Ancient Egyptians. He is learning about different aspects of their culture. He is studying mummification. He explained to me in detail how organs, such as the brain, were pulled out of a dead person’s nose. All organs were taken out or the body before starting the process of mummification. He said the heart was not removed because they believed that the heart was the most important organ. It did the thinking. What a wonderful thing for my son to realize. Egyptians understood life with the heart not so much the brain, defiantly a lost art in our culture. They loved cats… even the mummies I hear!!
SPell 186 from the Egyptian Book of the Dead
Hathor; Lady of the West; She of the West; Lady of the Sacred Land;
Eye of Re with which on his forehead; kindly of countenance in the Bark of Millions of Years;
a resting-place for him who has done right within the boat of the blessed;
who built the Great Bark for Osiris in order to cross the water of truth.
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No heroes or heroines that is my motto for life.
I like to be inspired by other human beings.
The whole myth of heroes is based on demigods.
The immortals, but sadly enough our modern heroes are anything but immortals
or something to be a cult follower of.
Lance Armstrong, Clint Eastwood and Alfred Hitchcock.
are falling down, falling down.
We human beings are a strange brew.
As the ‘ole song says…
I rather listen to the blackbirds…Conk-a-reeeee, Conk-a-reeeee…
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