I am a Living Being!

I've had some wonderful conversations over the past several days.  Really terrific.  Thank you, all.

It seems to be a constant process of bumping into people and seeing if we can have an awareness of our bumping.  Have you seen the movie, "CRASH" ?  Wow!  Can you contain it all?  All that pain?  All that hope?  All that desperation?  All that futility?  Can you really be present to it all and not recoil?  I'm warning you; it's excruciating.

The more I listen to people talk about our collective situation, the more I see how our stories are all the collective interior (LL) representation of something that goes on in our brains.  Don't worry, I know that works both ways.  I know that our collective brain chemicals (LR) are representations of what is going on in our collective experiences together in time.   Both cause the other.  There is no answer to the chicken and the egg.  My good friend today, answered someone's attempt to pidgeonhole her with a really good response.  Someone asked her, "Are you a hippie chick?"  And she said, "No, I'm a hippie chicken!"  I love her. 

Our brain chemicals, at this time, are used to supporting the learning patterns that we've been doing for millenia, but we're asking them to support another kind of learning now, and they're having a hard time.  Can anyone just give the human brain a little forgiveness here?  Can we stop with the polemic and Violent Communication towards our "ego's" and all that other crap?  Puleeeze! 

I know.  I'm just reinforcing the problem by saying it that way.  There is a chemical representation of frustration with the slowness of others.  Whatever it is, I'm having it right now. 

Derailing that and asking my brain to reinforce something totally new is asking alot.  For a few hours now I've been listening to the sound-loop to the CRASH website play over and over.  It's an OM.  There are no human voices, but that's what it is.  No doubt about it.  It contains all the sorrow and all the release.  It's good for me right now.  My brain chemicals are responding to it and imprinting.  They are associating meaning to this sound that will help me go forward.  However, eventually, those associations will become part of the problem, and the event of frustration will occur all over again. 

Last night I was strangely sensitive to music too.  As I drove through town, "I Put a Spell On You" by Creedence Clearwater Revival came on.  If you don't "get" that song, and that band and what is going on there, then forget this part.  But that is just straight audio-voodoo.  It is triggering all the right things that arouse the most primal jealousy and posessiveness.  It is profound.  Then again later "Too Rolling Stoned" by Robin Trower came on.  More amazingness.  Don't worry if you haven't made the same associations as I have.  But I had to just stop the car for a bit and listen even tho I had already arived at my destination.  I also drove really slow so I wouldn't get home too soon.  I opened the windows of the car and cruised down State Street real slow.  Listening.  Looking for cops in my rear view.  Transfixed.  To all outward appearances I was stoned. 

I'm so glad that I'm an animal.  The triggers in my nervous system are so powerful and there is so much pleasure there.  It amazes me how powerful we are. 

And equally weakened. 

Please take a moment today to sit in awe of your mobile consciousness unit. 

Then take the next moment to contemplate with humility how equally powerful and weak we all are.  How compelled.  How caught.  How frustrated. 

"We must forgive each other our arising, for our existance always torments others.  The Golden Rule in the midst of this mutual misery has always been, not to do no harm, but as little as possible; and not to love one another, but as much as you can."
~KW

~Ww