World’s gone even more crazy than yesterday. Probably will be crazier tomorrow than today, so preparing oneself for Scary 46.0 might seem like the best plan.
All the tools we have around us, you know those distracting hand-helds, the bozo screen in the corner of the room, the social media where we can rage to our heart’s content believing nothing comes back to us in our comfortable aerie in downtown Wacko or deep in the countryside of Mid Shiredom.
Well one small item we may have forgotten. As much as we prefer not to paint ourselves resembling human beings, cut off as we have created our lives, sans community, sans culottes, sans everything that matters – we still are human. We still retain an ability to think critically, act honourably, deal transparently and talk truth.
However actively denying these attributes brings such a retribution that if intelligence had been adhered to primarily we would never have dealt ourselves such blows of misfortune.
You see ego is a wily beast. Uncontrolled, unrestrained and unknown for its ultimate death blows, we easily allow it to become the Master of our Tiny Universe and maintain dominion over us.
As an essential part of our constitution, it has its place. When we do little to restrain, train and control it we enter “that scary place”. Denial never cuts a deal worth coping with, it merely hands over more power to this unrestrained beast, offering up more pain in store for that day you least expect it to bite back.
When these conditions are played out through the hands and actions of this we have so willingly allowed to have power over us, then we truly garner an unholy alliance of shite and aim it directly at the fan. We enter Poop Land, where every consequence is marked “Return To Sender“. Unalloyed Joy!
So as we live out our badly decision filled lives, many blame that old chestnut GOD, the immutable DOG spelled backwards, the Eternal Creative Force under which we remain powerless or other Immutable, Impenetrable Invisibility that conveniently releases us, allegedly from Ultimate Responsibility.
So does that make you feel a whole lot better knowing it is not your fault really and that destiny will wash it out in the Final Rinse?
Do you have the certainty knowing you can just sit on your hands, tell others you were “just doing my job, guv!” and washing your proverbials of blame?
If you do, then you are in for a rude shock. One you will NEVER see coming and if glimpsed the question “Why?” will leave you farting in the wind before extinction. Think I am being over dramatic? Think again – your life will literally depend on it.
Truth is the Lion in the room. It will gobble you up as if you are a gazelle on the menu. The Lion of truth needs no sword – It is Master of its own clearing – It recognises being King of the Self is what counts. Accountable to and for its own actions, its own place in the order of things and its own wise strength and council.
Seek it out within you. Allay any fear of encounter. Slay the ego and rise up and face iniquity with the courage of that Lion, the strength of knowing and royal pride in standing with Truth.
At that time the Scary Place will melt as surely as the snows on Kilimanjaro will melt away in the face of the heat of eruption. Avoid the Poop, develop the Brave!
Jonathan L Trapman is an author, creative writer and photojournalist who has spent the better part of his 50 odd years in public life, learning from his personal experiences, sharing them, listening to others, whose lives have allowed him to open his own mind to a beauty, even within horror, that is transforming and empowering. His written work endeavors to convey, through true tales and fiction, impressions thus garnered. Dreams and Realities his latest work was published September 2016