The real first post
I am here now to tell a story and to invite you to share your story. I have tossed out 3 versions of my first post for this blog because I am not sure of how to do what I want to do here. I will just post this and we can see where this takes us. I invite... I am counting on your participation here - this is all about you, and me, all about us.
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Are we on the road to fulfillment?
Many say that they are unsatisfied with their lives. Others say that they are happy. Those of you who are happy need no help but you may be able to help us as we look for better paths.
I have not found fulfillment. The main reason for this is that I have not decided on a direction for my quest.
Mere accumulation of information has not done the trick and I have to believe that I now have more than enough information and that it is time to act. What about those who are not happy? What about those people who feel that they are in dead end jobs, jobs that may pay well but are not interesting? What about you young people who don't see a career that is 'you'?
Me? I would be happy to interact with you all on the internet every day, and in my spare time I would carve channels and make dams in a nearby stream.
Let me tell you about a young man that I know. He lives in another time not too long away. He was brought up in a society that seemed to be interested in producing people-as-parts to fit in a machine. He was interested in the qualities of moonlight and those things that could be found buried in the ground. He wanted to fly as he did in his dreams but was offered flying machines because 'people did not fly'. He wanted to find the girl he had met by a gate when he was 6 years old but she had had to move away.
A bit of assistance from his world would have been a great help. I know that it's not possible to be born into the wrong time and place but this boy thought that he had been born so. He just didn't see the choices that he wanted as being available. How can one earn a living by dreaming? He thought that if he couldn't have his desires, then he would opt out. So he did.
He found friends who were interesting but were 'bad influences'. They smoked tobacco and other things and they drank beer, so he did too. Bad though they were, they were interesting. They did not fit the mold and a few of them had interesting thoughts. Our friend dreamed away some years and he was reasonably content though he knew that he had thrown away his chances of fitting in.
The young man's theme song at that time was "Time" by Pink Floyd. He liked it but tried not to think that he was living it.
"Time" by Pink Floyd
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Pretty depressing stuff, eh?
He dreamed of lands in the sunset sky and of great civilizations lost in time. He let his hair grow long and he searched for a lady friend who had long brown hair and something indefinable about her Self. He had given up on science as being too limiting so he studied magic. Once, when he and some friends were stoned out of their normal minds (Ok, just because I did it doesn't mean that I think it was a good idea!), someone called him Merlin, for some really stupid reason, but the name stuck. That is one of the reasons that I call him 'The Wizard'. The other reason is that he had this idea that he could create the reality he wanted out of his mind, if he could just find the way. He was a 'scientist gone bad'.
One day, the Wizard visited his local bookstore, looking for more magical books, looking for one that was the real thing. He was more than slightly distracted by the girl who worked there - he would have given much to get to know her better.
How do you choose a book? Do you go by the picture on the cover, or the description on the back cover? How about the title? Yes, this time it was the title that did it, despite the front cover. When you are looking for all of the answers, can a book title be any better than "The Nature of Personal Reality"?
So, our young wizard bought the book and got the girl too, though the book lasted much longer in his experience. I still have it, 29 years later.
Alright, yes, he was me, and this was more or less his theme song at that time:
RUSH
New World Man
He's a rebel and a runner
He's a signal turning green
He's a restless young romantic
Wants to run the big machine
He's got a problem with his poisons
But you know he'll find a cure
He's cleaning up his systems
To keep his nature pure
Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man
Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man
He's got to make his own mistakes
And learn to mend the mess he makes
He's old enough to know what's right
But young enough not to choose it
He's noble enough to win the world
But weak enough to lose it
He's a New World Man...
He's a radio receiver
Tuned to factories and farms
He's a writer and arranger
And a young boy bearing arms
He's got a problem with his power
With weapons on patrol
He's got to walk a fine line
And keep his self-control
Trying to save the day for the Old World Man
Trying to pave the way for the Third World Man
He's not concerned with yesterday
He knows constant change is here today
He's noble enough to know what's right
But weak enough not to choose it
He's wise enough to win the world
But fool enough to lose it
He's a New World Man...
This blog is partly about me becoming the 'practicing idealist' that I once was. Another part is about you... and where would we like to go from here? Tell us about your Self. Who are you? Who did you want to be? Who do you want to be? How can I help?
In the next post I will probably tell you about how the Wizard contacted me and what has happened since then.
Yes, as Seth sez, we can communicate with past and future Selves. Really. I did it and you can too, consciously.
Please comment - This is your place to be yourSelf!