the curse of knowing

As a fellow truth seeker, I’m guessing you want to know many things.

Indeed you…

itch

…itch & burn to understand so very much.

But what if I told you that all the knowledge you are amassing is destroying you?

Scary eh?

And what if I told you I had discovered an antidote.

Would you be willing to hit the
Toolonginthisplace Buy Now button

bye now

  for a mere
$199.99?

What is truth worth to you?

What is knowing worth to you?

What price would you be willing to pay. Because there is a price, an exchange, that needs to be made to stop the rot.

Actually it will cost you way more than $199.99 if you want to know.

In truth it will cost you the rest of your life,
though in a …

no sale

… non-sell your soul kind of way.

You see something devilishly tricky sticky has been done to the words we live by.

Words that don’t belong together have been bonded forming a mind glue that has been nigh on unbreachable.

Just as the unbreakable thread Gleipnir was forged of impossible ingredients to hold …

gleipnir

… the monster wolf Fenrir until the end times, so too the English language has been used to forge forged diabolical concepts from irreconcilable ideas.

The offspring of these incestuous unions created …

offspring

… monstrous children that now roam the world voraciously devouring the minds they inhabit.

When incompatible species mate, monsters are created.

We’re going to take a look at the ogres of truth that were …

ogres

… created when knowing …

incompatible

… was inseminated with proving.

First we need to see what was once true, etymologically speaking, as opposed to what it has become:

true (adj.) Old English triewe …”faithful, trustworthy, honest, steady in adhering to promises, friends, etc.,”

truth (n.) Old English triewð … “faith, faithfulness, fidelity, loyalty; veracity, quality of being true; pledge, covenant

“Sense of “consistent with fact” first recorded c. 1200; that of “real, genuine, not counterfeit” is from late 14c”

… and what was trust

trust (n.) c. 1200, “reliance on the veracity, integrity, or other virtues of someone or something; … from Old Norse traust “help, confidence, protection, support,” …”comfort, consolation… from PIE root *deru- “be firm, solid, steadfast.”

trust (v.) c. 1200, from Old Norse treysta “to trust, rely on, make strong and safe

So truth was once all about qualities, directions & …

choice

… pointers to a way of being & living.

Truth lay with the individual as something to strive towards consistently, by the day, hour & minute. It was the developmental task of a lifetime.

It is interesting to note that,

“English and most other IE languages do not have a primary verb for “speak the truth,” as a contrast to lie”

Why is that?

When ‘truth’ has been made almost a god in this world, why does it not have its own action hero?

Because the truth we seeking is, in actuality, a monster.

It was born of trying to prove what is unknowable. It was born of the belief that such a thing is desirable and or possible.

It is not.

Today I suggest we have to STOP knowing things before …

eaten

… our brains are taken over.

We have no right or ability to KNOW anything at least not as we have been taught. It’s one of the biggest mind-fucks at work in this place.

School was about implanting this idea in our heads & getting us to live by this lie.

What is knowing really about? Try these on:

notice, perceive, realize, recognize, see, discern distinguish

These are working words.

Working with the reality of things, taking the t-i-m-e to build a connection, yes to attempt to understand a little more but with the realisation that we actually ‘know’ fuck all, always have, always will.

But that doesn’t stop us from doing our best to be with what we are doing or who we are with.

Currently what happens is that we are cursing each other & everything we come in contact with, with our ‘knowing’.

Because we have equated knowing with proving.

And proving is all about solidifying & …

concrete

… cementing into place.

prove:  substantiate  fix  manifest  settle

The ogres we have created in our minds are the ones that meet those we come in contact with. They are the ones who engage in the daily activities that we step away from because we think we already ‘know’ this thing or that, this person or that. We vacate our premises and allow the monsters to act in our stead.

And don’t they do a great job?

monstrous

How does it work?

Think of a lovely …

stream

… fresh flowing stream.

As soon as we begin to ‘know’ something, a small dam begins to build. Slowly twigs get caught, then leaves & branches & flotsam & before long a jam has occurred. With jams the natural flow has been interrupted & …

dammed

… the water gets stagnant. Mosquitoes appear, things decay. It’s not pretty.

If you & I were to meet things would start off fresh.

But slowly the need to know sets in, in accordance with the mindset of knowing-proving that we live by.

We would set out to solve each others mystery, fix each other in our minds, be sure of each other, figure each other out, get a picture of each other, figure out if we can trust each other & how much. Once the picture is painted & the image sealed, then the curse goes to work.

When I know you and
you know me,

locked
lock-down occurs.

No new information or updates will be allowed. I will hold you to be the person I NOW know you to be & vice versa.

This same procedure applies to all the information, ‘knowledge’ & answers we know.

There is a force at work here, do not underestimate it, even though it’s invisible. It comes into action in our words, look, gestures & moulds the other person into who we now KNOW they are. We have an image of them, a map of them & this force will use us to make them conform to this image.

This force has the same power & unstoppability as…

train

… a freight train at full speed.

It’s no wonder we need a variety of friends so we can be all the people we are instead of the one version we are forged & forced into when we are known.

It’s no wonder we can’t stop trying to help, save or educate people on ‘the truth’.

This is nothing to do with blame.

Its digging deep into the shite that covers us & prevents us from living differently & effectively.

Used wisely, knowing would actually be like the truth of old truth.

It would be a way of being & living. And it’s job would be to know we can know nothing. All we can seek to do is strive to better understand about not knowing.

You see everything here is paradoxical.

It’s really the most amazing thing … & as frustrating as fuck.

If you want to know, you have to not know. And you have to keep working, steadfastly to not know.

Here’s a simplistic example of how it currently (doesn’t) work:

You want to make a cake. So you go the pantry and find a cake then blend up the cake, pour it into a baking dish & cook it. Hey presto a cake.

In reality if you want to make a cake you take the strangest of ingredients that have little in common with each other. You mix them up the way THEY NEED to be mixed up and bake them according to what THEY NEED to transform them into a cake.

cake

Only if you follow this paradoxical procedure, will you end up with cake. Or anything else for that matter.

Herein lies the essence of real knowing.

It’s about learning what other people, situations, objects need to receive or how they work best. Then you cater to that, or supply that. And then you also get what you need.

 

We cannot know the mystery of people & things, without desecrating or destroying them in the process.

Science kills & dissects…

death knows

… to know.

This is how we have also been trained.

We can know only as much as we are willing to not know, not kill, not cut up, not demystify.

Because knowing
is an experience
not a fact.

 

March 26, 2018. Uncategorized. 10 comments.

frustration

In the book Missing Our, Adam Phillips recommends,

” frustration as the essential preparation for desire, as the precondition for its flourishing & for the possibility of there being some satisfaction”.

That would be nice.

Today I am so (non-sexually) frustrated.

I am so frustrated with people who don’t seem to be able to choose to live or who willingly waste their lives.

I am frustrated also because I am one of them.

I am tired of all the answers out there.

I am tired of all the stupidity.

And I am tired of the willing walk to death that so many are on.

Today I made a stand.

I visited my father in the nursing home where he … ahem lives now. I walked into the darkened room he spends almost all his time, complaining about stomach pains that no test has found a reason for – almost certainly TMS.

I did try to be sympathetic and listen to the usual selfish drivel.

Oh my god you can’t say that about your father.

I just did. (Farewell to a number of readers)

Then I tried up-front honesty pointing out that he might live for another five years.

I passed on the ideas I have contemplated for some time that our most important parenting role comes after our children have left home because who we become then, when we are free to become what we choose, is the true inspiration (or expiration) of their future.

I also suggested that we do not know what comes after death. Is there really such a thing as resting in peace or do we have to deal with everything we ran away from?

For five seconds he seemed to hear then back to the drivel & judgement of other people.

And then enough was enough.

I stood up told him I could not stand by & pretend. Expressed my regret that he was choosing death, thanked him for what he has done for me & took my final leave of him.

My apparent heartlessness still has one hope that he might be able to use hate energy to kick-start that cold heart of his. But when there’s nothing more you can do, there’s nothing more you can do.

I have been reading Turning Pro by Steven Pressfield and he talks of how so many of us live shadow lives instead of bringing what we are & what we do out on to the stage of life despite ourfears.

My biggest fear has been of being left alone because of my big mouth. Seeing the look of terror or revulsion when it goes to work … but its what I do!

So many have benefited from this mouth or the words it creates in articles or real life, so who am I to deny that for the selfish fear of being alone.

Later I felt guilty about how I spoke to my father, yet the words I spoke to my father were FOR him & for these people who I have called family.

So I thought about this gift of mine, this big mouth & I decided fuck it, I will stand by its words, I will stand by its power & I will keep doing this work no matter how fearful it gets. I know there are people out there who need someone with a big mouth to speak up just for a little till they get their own big mouths up & roaring.

So I am here for you.

What is your frustration & what is the desire behind it?

Roooaaaarrrrrrrrr

 

 

March 25, 2018. Uncategorized. 2 comments.

minti mud fossils

Thanks to Minti for bringing mud fossils into play here.

After watching a link that Michael sent, I set out on a hunting expedition to a cove where I had once thought the rock formation looked like a claw/paw.

Doing my best not to get fixated on proving anything & hoping you’ll do the same, here are some photos for fun & wonder.

I see …

tortoise

a giant tortoise?

Cut tendon?

‘organ-ic’ shapes?

dino

fallen dino?

blood & guts?

Liver or lung?

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muddy feet

March 11, 2018. Uncategorized. 3 comments.