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Thursday, September 3, 2015

Trust nothing of TV

As a student of media and its inherent perception influences, I can tell you, simple editing and a clever propaganda campaign can change the way you feel about what is depicted. That is why you must think for yourself, and ask a lot of questions if something doesn't add up. You don't really understand how few independent thoughts you really have--most of them follow the programmed crowd. Even I fall prey to it sometimes. Learn to think of six alternate possibilities other than the ones you're told to believe before breakfast. Trust very little what television and even the internet tells you to think is important. If you really understood how you were being manipulated, you would be furious, but, then, you might also understand the importance of meditation and compassion to transcend the fear vibration.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Pay More Attention

We're taught to be primarily focused on being individually 'successful', yet we do not look to the skies and see they are being poisoned. We do not look to the forests and see they are being destroyed. We do not look at the ground of our own neighborhoods and see that they are filthy. We don't pay attention to the oceans, 3/4 of the planet's surface, and realise only 1% of it is safe to drink. Pull your head out the foxhole. If you're going to be focused on material success, see how it contributes to Mother's health. If not, you advocate the slow creeping of mass suicide.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Notes on Compassion

"Whether you're high or low, gotta tip on the tightrope." -Janelle MonĂ¡e​

Really relevant quote. To be wise is to know multiple sides and what they all have in common--they all exist and deserve acknowledgement. Never be too much this or too much that with regards to ideological movements, because they can easily corrupt and be corrupted. Simply understand that, no matter how positively or negatively you perceive a situation to be, whether it directly involves you or others, that all involved are beings of consciousness and deserve to be dispassionately acknowledged.

That is not to say that vile acts will be condoned, by no means should this be done. Yet those involved in vile acts must not be marginalized, dehumanized, and thoughtlessly burned at the stake either. This is the tightrope balance. What to do then? We must develop the intelligence to understand that, as deplorable as we may find a person, behavior, or circumstance, that the essence of that which we observe is, quite literally, the same essence as us. Holding that idea in our awareness shifts our energy to influence our actions, which reverberate out into the global consciousness, be it 'human', animal, vegetable, or mineral. Acknowledge that whatever happened, or whatever was done had a reason behind it. You may or may not ever understand it, but to acknowledge that there was a reason, that this person/action/circumstance is part of you, shifts the way you behave and make decisions. This in turn is a silent benediction, a 'good word' of blessing that echoes throughout the fabric of earthly existence, influencing all other life forms to fall in step with this awareness of balance.

This process of balance and acknowledgement is called compassion.

Compassion involves many moments of emotional ambiguity, yet remaining in the middle of it all, with no complaints, no judgment of anything as inherently good or bad.

So how to take action? Base your actions on human values.

All human values are rooted in Love, either for self or others.

Physically humans value food, shelter, and clothing (clothing seems to be the only optional value, depending on where one lives in the world); emotionally we value healthy connections and relationships; mentally we value the expansion of personal knowledge, the process of learning. Another human value must be acknowledged: the humanity or 'right to exist' of every living creature on the planet. Once these values are established in one's own consciousness and in the society, we can, for example, look at those who commit crimes (particularly violent ones) rather differently.

Compassion doesn't mean we wear tye-dye shirts, give the violent offenders a flower, then go scampering off, leaving them to continue to repeat the same behavior. Compassion simply means that we do not disavow their humanity; we look at them as if we were to look at someone who is a expression of the same infinite consciousness that we are, but something in them has become sick--they simply need an adjustment of perspective. This is what rehabilitation is meant to do--adjust the perspective of those who need its services so those same people being served do not repeat their self destructive tendencies. The issue is that most rehabilitation centers an prisons are filled with staff that either have no compassion, or a limited view of it.

Compassion really starts with the self. You have to see the beauty that is within you before you can see it within others effectively. Compassion is the result of an inner awakening, a human and a spiritual understanding. Compassion says that no matter who you are as a human, that violent criminal is also human. Compassion says that no matter what, you are both pure consciousness. So on both ends of the spectrum, compassion can be seen to be valid.

This is the reason meditation is now coming back into world human consciousness. Meditation is the process of simply being silent and observing. Meditation is the seed, the root from which the rest of your life can blossom. Meditation creates a bridge to that fundamental level of life, where all is one. When you are silent and observing in your meditation practice, the act of being silent and observing will spill over into your active waking life. The awareness that all is pure infinite consciousness becomes a spontaneous lifestyle--life itself becomes a meditation, and compassion comes more easily.

We live in a world that appears to be on the brink of war. This is because we do not understand our inherent connection and oneness. When we come to understand compassion more and more, the prospect(s) of war will eventually (and hopefully) begin to fade. All that we think makes us inherently different is, in truth, only a surface-level observation. The only inherent thing is the universality of our humanity on this planet. When we make life a meditation, when we come to trust our hearts, our universal connection, we can begin a sincere work on building a world of peace. Compassion will not make the process of doing so less challenging, but it will make it easier, in the long run, for each of us to trust one another again, across countries, ages, colors, creeds, sexes, and make war no more.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Whose Karma Is It?

It doesn't come from you, but you can take responsibility for it. Where does it come from? G.A.B.E. aka Kimya

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Gloss, Chapter 1

I just felt inspired to begin writing something random, what do you think?


On the planet Frisklon, home of the warrior Clowns, Gloss's clan is destroyed by the Golem of Mareeawn. Left with nothing but his rage, he embarks upon a journey of revenge...

Gloss opened his eyes, and saw nothing. He only felt the viscous blood that filled them. He painfully shut them again. Then he heard a vocalized gasp, which he realized was his own by the vibrations of his throat.

He dare not move. He kept his breath extremely shallow, so as not to alert any possible Golem around that he may be alive. He knew bodies must be around him--blending in was his best chance of survival.

Simultaneously, he listened for the voices of his enemy, or any friends, scout the territory. Nothing but the din of distant explosions and fire crackling from dying torches.

He heard soft moans of the approach of death scattered about him; he recognized some of the voices, as muffled as they were--his kin. His brothers, dying.

Gloss reasoned it would do him no good to remain fastened to the dirt. Moving as slowly as possible, Gloss started to shift his body across the ground to make for an ideal position to rise to standing. He heard no one approach while he was doing this, but still only made a few inches movement every few minutes or so to his final position, which took nearly an hour.

After using his dusty,blood-matted orange hair to wipe the now drying blood from his eyes, Gloss listened again for voices or any approach. Nothing. Gloss got into a squatting position and began crouch-walking. He didn't know where he was going, and his eyes darted around to look for any landmarks or places to hide.

The field was open and wide, naked; Gloss movement was entirely obvious. Fortunately, the gods were on his side, for no Golem saw him or discharged a weapon at him. They must have moved on to the South, which was where the explosions still sounded, kilometers behind him.

Everything in his brothertown was destroyed. The homes, the shops--the temple on the mount, which he could see nearly a kilometer to the Northwest. There had to be someplace he could hide and recover.

Gloss made it to the end of the field, and the edge of the Mim Forest, where his emotions were soothed by ambient sounds of wind through trees and bird sounds. Voices several hundred feet away tensed him again. He found a giant collection of bushes and quickly hid himself amongst its branches and thorns, pricking himself several times but fairly sure he was well hidden.

Damn, if only he had a weapon. In his contorted position in the bushes he patted his body, feeling for any concealed arms. Only a small blade in the pocket of his torn breastplate. Enough for now; enough to grab a larger weapon--he pulled it out and clutched it tightly. Shallowing his breath again, he watched two Golem carrying large staffs emerge from the brush tens of meters away.

Gloss suffocated the hilt of the blade in silent anticipation, partially hoping the two beings would pass him unawares, partially hoping they would come closer to his position so he could exactly his revenge. They passed. Gloss waited there for several minutes, simmering from the intense rage he felt at merely seeing the two Golem. They had--he groaned--a sharp pain in his side! He felt it--a deep wound, he hadn't noticed it before. Suddenly the warrior felt tired, and fell asleep.


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Are You My Friend?

You cannot repeatedly engage in self destructive behavior and call yourself my friend. Friends best serve each other by healing themselves. 

If a person that considers themselves a friend of mine continues to do things that damage themselves, instead of transforming their insecurities into moments of self-healing, I will not be there for you. I have learned to transform many of my own insecurities ALONE, and truly, this is a supreme way to live life. That is not to say I never need help, but as the saying goes, "God helps those who help themselves."

I will not be there for an addict, an insecurity junkie, not because I am cold and vicious, but because my presence will not serve you. Only undergoing withdrawal alone without the constant drug of needing others to hold your hand ALL THE TIME will rid you of your demons. The only thing that will truly serve you is my absence.

I'm not perfect, I masturbate too much, eat too much, and run away from things that are challenging. However I do not require enablers, people that allow me to continue these things, or those that don't know how to read energy, being overly sentimental (or even judgmental) when I go through a time of crisis. The wise ones know that crises are merely expansions of consciousness with intense resistance involved.

This doesn't mean there aren't hugs, embraces, kisses, deep eye contact, and pats on the back when one is transforming their insecurities into power. It just means that they come when it is necessary for them to be there, at the mandate of our BEING. This requires us as humans to shake off the shackles of our conditioning and know who we really are, PURE BEING, so we can know another's pure being. We call this "being psychic" in common vernacular. Psyche means "soul", which denotes essence, BEING.

So don't misunderstand my coldness if you've ever experienced it. I just want to live a happy life--that doesn't mean I'll never be sad, it just means I, as a Creative Being, an choosing to create a life that feels good. If you want to continue down a path of self-destruction, just know, I Love You, for we are One, but in the human experience, I can't fuck witcha.


Peace,

G.A.B.E. aka Kimya