compassion, collaboration & cooperation iN transistion
my one spirit into this world will be 88 years old on the 21st April 2008.
SHE was the one, along with her father, who bore responsibility - for nurturing
the word oriented “virtual world” of our planet - ably supported by her own
soul-mate whose task it was, along with his father, to show me the way of
pragmatic & practical survival and how to DO IT - in terms of the qualitative
enhancement of life on earth - as a result of the experience of responsible
and selfless action.
When the child is born, he is a pagan. Each child is a born pagan, he is happy the way he is. He has no idea what is right and what is wrong; he has no ideals. He has no criteria, he has no judgment. Hungry, he asks for food. Sleepy, he falls asleep. That's what ZEN masters say is the utmost in religiousness - when hungry eat, when feeling sleepy go to sleep. Let life flow; don't interfere.
Each child is born as a pagan, but sooner or later he will lose that simplicity. That is part of life; it has to happen. It is a part of our growth, maturity, destiny. The child has to lose it and find it again. When the child loses it he becomes ordinary, worldly. when he regains it he becomes religious.
The innocence of childhood is cheap; it is a gift from existence. We have not earned it and we will have to lose it. Only by losing it will we become aware of what we have lost. Then we will start searching for it. And only when we search for it and earn it, achieve it, become it - then we will know the tremendous preciousness of it.
My mother is now almost totally blind to the input of her moment by moment environmental cocoon and often talks of sitting in her virtual world, deciding what has to be done, and then, going with the flow, as she says, and Doing NO THING. If she had been ”physically blind” from birth or had become blind during those magic several months - which a child just out of the womb enjoys in total innocence - she would have had no experiences of being part of her virtual world, to store away in the memory banks of her cerebral cortex or wherever else, and it would therefore have never existed, regardless of her being a living member of the species of homo sapiens for nigh on 88 years since.
She was of course born to a rich family, who
nevertheless experienced the demise of such
status during the depression of the 1930s,
travelled from ”GOD’s Country”, as they say in
Yorkshire, to London where her father worked
as a "durex” salesman with the London Rubber
Company to allow them to live a meagre but
sufficient life in rented accommodation at the
top of Miranda Road in the Archway, North
London. I shall always remember the house, as
a child, because it had a monkey puzzle tree
out front and a huge walled garden with an
apple tree, which bore fruit, whose delicious flavour I can still taste today. My mother’s
only memory of that house now is of my dad coming home from the war, walking up the
hill towards the house. The very hill in fact where I have childhood memories of pedalling
down the hill at full speed on my tricycle, hitting a wall and somersaulting over the
LET US suffer the children of innocence, within ALL of us, to realise that we have been granted the priviledge, to experience as embodied spirit, in all humility, the actions of self-less caring and compassionate LOVE for ALL ... in this totally and absolutely interconnected virtual world collective which we have chosen to be born to.
LET US also rise to our duty of responsibilty to make our planet the better place it was designed TO BE and IF needs be create models of potential virtual worlds, on the basis of what could be to the mutual benefit of ALL 6.7 billion presently ALIVE on earth today.
AS IN LIFE ...
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