More Covid Inspired Considerations and Questions
Running In Time
What if time is not running out, at all? Then there can be no cataclysmic “end” or conclusion.
What if nothing necessarily runs “on time”? Then nothing can go according to any single plan. The schedules are make-shift, the run-ins accidental, the incidents instrumental to destiny not junctures of Fate.
What is our soul guide?
Could it be that people become ill because they don’t really want to face what bothers them? We suggest it for some disorders; some tendencies; some generational shifts. It goes too far to say, for most, they deny their dis-ease and wait for a virus or other alien intruder to dig the irritation back up with a cough and a tickle that makes you sneeze. Yet, we recognise the punch pulled and the court order delivered as a summons to a need for betterment. Bankruptcy asks for recovery; a crash has you meet with bad timing; all disaster comes to announce inattentive and unxpecting attitude. You may fill in your own nightmares by which to scratch at your own standard for control. Only the I am that I am will hold its value. Not an arbitrary stream of metals, minerals and living building blocks but a fundamental Alpha and Omega of all that ever can be. The Blood of All We Know.
Disorientation / Reorientation
We begin again every morning like it’s Easter. We die again, every night, sliced from consciousness like the horizon cuts the sun in half; the solar cross.
They don’t really want to know who they are. In the meantime they shout and cry out loud a lot, because you make them and it’s for your own good: Oi, Mate! Look where you’re going; Mind your own bleeding business! I paid for that, now you’re going to have to pay me back! Get outta here! I haven’t got all day. If it isn't instant it isn't worth counting. Yet karma waits whether you are counting on it or not.
They don’t really know what bothers them; or they have been so well trained to behave as expected and expect certain behaviours, they would not dare to inquire for real. Let’s pretend all is well. I am fine. You’re okay. We’re going to be alright. Otherwise let’s point fingers at the obvious perpetrators, perverts and trespassers.
Blame the environment, your own space, your body or your head, but it can only boil down to the I that I am that lives deep within and will be known whether you like it or not after everything other has been divested. Thank you to the others, then! Who mirror me, like I the Earth. I am the abnormality or the last remaining prayer. Let me read your face to know what world order or chaos there is before me today.
What can I do, where I am, now here, necessarily so, since I have to be somewhere?
Perhaps, I can come into contact with need, that precipitator of necessity. The choice then is how to walk or run the course of the day. No running away from it, or stepping into it. One wakes up and the path begins. Here is to knowing it!
A Suggested Question Upon Awaking.
How am I to set in motion a new way of thinking?
It is already here. But how to be brave enough to implement it in all areas of life consistently?
Consider the possibility.
Out of all the chaos we can create a calm crossroads, where we may each chose our preferred path.
Recommended Watching:
Lola Rennt/ Run Lola Run (1998) by Tom Tykwer with Franka Potente and Moritz Bleibtreu.
