It reminds me of where our social culture is heading. Other metaphors like elephants in the living room or Orwell's "Animal Farm" seem weak compared to this.
What I see in it:
Self-absorbed egocentric families and communities seem to be emulating the Great Pig leaders, who are like mafia bosses, and everyone pretends they are good people just doing the best they can and nothing can be changed, nothing should be changed because the pigness is just the way things are, the way they will always be.
The pigs don't scare me, the lying scares me.
My sequel by
day dreaming:
An angel answers the prayers of our inner children. She lets us see past the pig masks and we peer into the hearts of sleep-walking pigness. There are souls, sleepy confused souls, some ready to be eased from Life Sux into My Life Sux into I'm Great into We're Great into Life's Great.
It seems to be my calling to dream my dreams about such things that are not yet possible. That seems to be what my life it about. I don't know how, but I must do what I am called to do. I don't even know what that is exactly.
It's so much easier to get caught in an escalating anger response mode.
I'm reminded of the liberation (Think "Liber Land.") of South Africa. Desmond Tutu and Nelson Mandela carefully and peacefully eased their country out of an aparteid cruelty mindset and into a "liber" mindset without escalating feuds and retaliation. Their watchwords were simple: Truth and Reconciliation.
Of course I have that great image in mind of Christ on the cross saying, "Forgive them, they know not what they do."
I'm sure my inner child was born knowing Beauty, Goodness, and Truth. Thanks for helping me remember.
In my experience, mothers often seem confused about the diffetence between worrying and loving. I'd say the lesson I must take from such confusion is to be vigilant, keeping the resonances of my heart in coherent harmony with resonances my brain. Creative reasoning (imagination) seems to be required.
Tom,
It reminds me of where our social culture is heading. Other metaphors like elephants in the living room or Orwell's "Animal Farm" seem weak compared to this.
What I see in it:
Self-absorbed egocentric families and communities seem to be emulating the Great Pig leaders, who are like mafia bosses, and everyone pretends they are good people just doing the best they can and nothing can be changed, nothing should be changed because the pigness is just the way things are, the way they will always be.
The pigs don't scare me, the lying scares me.
My sequel by
day dreaming:
An angel answers the prayers of our inner children. She lets us see past the pig masks and we peer into the hearts of sleep-walking pigness. There are souls, sleepy confused souls, some ready to be eased from Life Sux into My Life Sux into I'm Great into We're Great into Life's Great.
It seems to be my calling to dream my dreams about such things that are not yet possible. That seems to be what my life it about. I don't know how, but I must do what I am called to do. I don't even know what that is exactly.
Sometimes poems help.
Sometimes music helps.
There is
Beauty
Goodness
Truth
in this world and it's worth striving for.
mark spark
.
Wow! That was intense! What did you make of it? Never heard a dream accounted in such detail.
Absolutely terrifying in the moment! But reflecting on it has been an incredible teaching experience in not holding others in contempt.
Bravo.
Tom,
It's so much easier to get caught in an escalating anger response mode.
I'm reminded of the liberation (Think "Liber Land.") of South Africa. Desmond Tutu and Nelson Mandela carefully and peacefully eased their country out of an aparteid cruelty mindset and into a "liber" mindset without escalating feuds and retaliation. Their watchwords were simple: Truth and Reconciliation.
Of course I have that great image in mind of Christ on the cross saying, "Forgive them, they know not what they do."
I'm sure my inner child was born knowing Beauty, Goodness, and Truth. Thanks for helping me remember.
In my experience, mothers often seem confused about the diffetence between worrying and loving. I'd say the lesson I must take from such confusion is to be vigilant, keeping the resonances of my heart in coherent harmony with resonances my brain. Creative reasoning (imagination) seems to be required.
Love & Laughter,
mark spark
.