cries of the soul
I overheard a conversation between two women in the library at my workplace the other day. I’m a high school teacher. The conversation reminded me of something my mother said, ‘we [women] have deep intellectual and philosophical conversations.’
They were discussing metaphysical concepts of reality, and how since moving from a major city, their intellectual conversation and consequently intellect has declined.
I’m sure that is true. But there’s also an incredible amount of entirely unnecessary intellectualism in so-called ‘cultured’ places. I’m referring to any mental contortion, which does not deal or attempt to deal with fundamental levels of reality. It is perfectly acceptable to work with surface layers of reality, so long as it is understood the conditions of that situation were given rise to by a deeper aspect of nature.
Lately, I’ve been struggling to straddle and contain the vast scope of corruption, tragedy and evil in the world. It does not reduce the beauty, fascination and wonder I experience. It is just difficult to comprehend and contend with the bludgeoning realities of the world.
Banks are corrupt. Bankers are gangsters. Governments are corrupt. Politicians are liars.
What I struggle with is what feels like physical combat with a viscerally real monstrosity that is the economic reality.
I’ve always known this, and while the facts continue to pile up, it is not that which I struggle to combat. What I struggle with is what feels like physical combat with a viscerally real monstrosity that is the economic reality - the resultant quantification of the mind of people. This is only possible with the constantly bolstered worldview of Materialism.
To close, I will leave you with a few questions. Why do we the people have to ‘find goodness in all that we do,’ while the rich plunder, massacre and destroy the planet on which we all occupy?
Or are we sword and shield and gaunt, squared up against the mirrors of time, each reflection thinking it is facing its nemesis?
Why are we the people forced into a spiritual dimension of appalling economic and financial demands, which shapes enormously how much and where my physical body goes and what it does, says and even postures?
Why are the forces that influence resources on the planet so insistent on obscuring, guarding and denying me from accessing the gate to infinity within? Are we really combating others? Or are we sword and shield and gaunt, squared up against the mirrors of time, each reflection thinking it is facing its nemesis?
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