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Video of a Royal “Painted Lady” in Eternal Sunshine…(plus an extra Photo)…

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Painted Lady by Thomas Peace 2013

Painted Lady by Thomas Peace 2013

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.   from Emily Dickinson:

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.   THE BUTTERFLY’S Numidian Gown

.   With spots of Burnish roasted on

.   Is proof against the Sun

.   Yet prone to shut its spotted Fan

.   And panting on a Clover lean

.   As if it were undone —

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Other of Emily’s insightful poems occur in my book.     eternalfountainofyouth.com 

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In order to magically not be like “mostpeople,” one has to stand alone…

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In order to magically not be like “mostpeople,” one has to stand alone… like a single leaf upon a branching tree… (which is not isolation; it is really joyously and steadfastly being connected to the whole).

“Mostpeople” will not deeply understand this.  “Mostpeople” are not able to function via a profundity of  much understanding.  Do what you want… but I’m not interested in going with the masses of “mostpeople”; they all fall away from “being one with the whole.”

Like most of the leaves of a tree in late fall or in winter… “mostpeople” find it very easy to exist separately, apart from the whole.   That is how “mostpeople” cadaverously go about their separate ways.

The “me” is what “mostpeople” are.   “Mostpeople” are what they were taught.   “Mostpeople” readily absorb and become what  they were fabricated to become.     “Mostpeople” are the fear of going beyond what they were merely taught; hence, they fear going  into the truly unknown… into the truly mysterious.  It is easy to become merely what you were (safely) structured to become.  (However, such safety isn’t really safe by any means; it is a “being blown apart from the tree of wholeness and wisdom.”  Such separation is a form of death.)  “Mostpeople” are afraid of standing alone; they are afraid of not fitting in with “the rest of the crowd.”

The “me,” to “mostpeople,” is separate from everyone else.  Each thinks that their “me” is what is essentially separate from “other” people, animals, and plants.”  They think that there is distance from this “me” to “other” life forms and other beings.  The “me,” to “mostpeople,” is separate from the desires and fears that it has.  This “me” (according to “mostpeople”) can run from, try to alter, or subjugate its fears.  The “me,” to “mostpeople,” is separate from the desires that it has.  This “me” (according to “mostpeople”) can chase after, try to alter, or subjugate its desires.  The “me,” to “mostpeople,” is separate from the ideas and thoughts that it has.  This “me” (according to “mostpeople”) can recall, try to alter, or subjugate it ideas and thoughts.

To “mostpeople,” the “me” is a central, regulatory, decision-making presence that is apart from other beings… and is, additionally, apart from its very own thoughts (that “it” has power over).

To the ignorant and unaware, the following may seem a bit intimidating or disquieting… but (in reality) it is not anything to be alarmed about whatsoever.

To one who may, indeed, be of wisdom, there is not much of a “me”.  The wise man goes far beyond what he (or she) was merely taught.  The wise man does not merely become what he was molded, shaped, and programmed to become.

The wise man, to a great extent,  is not separate from everyone else.  He does not feel separate from other people, animals, and plants.  The wise man feels responsibility for all… because there are no “learned,” illusory lines of demarcation separating him from the rest of life.  The wise man understands that he is not merely something separate from his fears.  He lucidly perceives that he and the fears are “one and the same.”  He is not separate from what the fears are.  The wise man understands that he is not merely something separate from his desires.  He lucidly perceives that he and the desires are “one and the same.”  He is not separate from what the desires are.

The wise man does not childishly try to run from, alter, or subjugate his fears…  for he prudently sees that doing so involves primitive, superficial conflict along with a significant waste of time and energy.  The wise man does not childishly try to run after, alter, or subjugate his desires… for he prudently sees that doing so involves primitive, superficial conflict along with a significant waste of time and energy. (This does not mean that he does whatever is desired; that would be foolish!)  The wise man is not — unlike “mostpeople” — afraid of standing alone.

The wise man does not childishly (from something internal, with a distance) try to recall his thoughts… because he discerningly perceives that his thoughts are not separate from what he actually is.  So, in a wise mind, when thoughts are being recalled,  they are recalling themselves; they are doing the recalling… not something somehow magically separate from them that is “getting them to recall.”  Any alteration of thought, by a wise mind, involves thought altering and rearranging itself… not something doing it that is, somehow, separate and distant from thought/thinking.  (Interestingly, despite its close, non-divisive connection to thinking, the sagacious mind, by the way, in its all-pervading wisdom, is not merely confined to the realm of mere thoughts and thinking.)

The wise mind is not what functions with a lot of separation and needless conflict (between what it is and what it is not)… as does “mostpeople.”  This does not mean, of course, that the wise mind will brush your teeth for you (if you can brush them).  It does mean that the wise, holistic mind is not likely to be involved in fragmentary wars, ruthless competitiveness, indifferent unconcern, and uncaring debauchery.  It may be that the wise mind is an awareness that pervades and permeates beyond all small, limited, selfish, immature lines of separation and restriction.  One, major form or type of restriction… involves erroneously thinking that there is distance between you and your thoughts, fears, and perceptions… which, in reality, there is not.  You actually are your thoughts, fears, and perceptions.  Going beyond such restriction is the only true and real freedom and (wholeness)… and it is not, unfortunately, for “mostpeople.”

In order to magically not be like “mostpeople,” one has to stand alone… like a single leaf upon a branching tree… (which is not isolation; it is really joyously and steadfastly being connected to the whole).

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from E. E. Cummings:

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One winter afternoon

(at the magical hour
when is becomes if)

a bespangled clown
standing on eighth street
handed me a flower.

Nobody,it’s safe
to say,observed him but

myself;and why?because

without any doubt he was
whatever(first and last)

mostpeople fear most:
a mystery for which i’ve
no word except alive

—that is,completely alert
and miraculously whole;

with not merely a mind and a heart

but unquestionably a soul-
by no means funereally hilarious

(or otherwise democratic)
but essentially poetic
or ethereally serious:

a fine not a coarse clown
(no mob, but a person)

and while never saying a word

who was anything but dumb;
since the silence of him

self sang like a bird.
Mostpeople have been heard
screaming for international

measures that render hell rational
—i thank heaven somebody’s crazy

enough to give me a daisy

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Connected to the Whole... photo by Thomas Peace c.2013

Connected to the Whole… photo by Thomas Peace c.2013

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What I think about Gay people…

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Not to stereotype… but the following is what I think about Gay people.

First off, let me inform you that I am completely “straight.”  I am male and I have a female wife.  I have always been straight… and I’m sure I’ll happily remain that way.

I’ve had tropical fish and parrots, as pets, for many years.  Years ago, I met someone who shared his home with many parrots.  He had a lot of breeding pairs — really cared for his many bird-friends — and was really fond of animals of all types.  He was a real lover of nature.  He went by the name of Buddy.  Buddy became one of my very best of friends.  As time went by, I learned that Buddy was gay.  He, in all the long time that I knew him, never tried to touch me inappropriately or in any sexual kind of way.  We hung out a lot together… and often talked about different kinds of animals and creatures; nature and wildlife was our real passion.

Buddy once confided, to me, about how difficult it was for his family (i.e., his parents and siblings) about accepting his “gayness.”  He, additionally, once said to me, “Who would ever choose to be gay?”  He said that nobody would choose to be different like that; that it was something that just “happens” (like biologically/physiologically).  I agreed with him; felt empathy for him; and continued to accept him as a true and splendid friend.

Unfortunately, Buddy did not see himself as positively as I did.  He was raised Roman Catholic and attended church on a weekly basis.  Buddy told me that what he was doing was a “sin”… and that, in a way, he was “wrong” and “evil.”  Following being told things like that from Buddy, I occasionally would tell him that what he was… was not in any way sinful, or wrong, or evil.  However, just like oodles of others, Buddy was ingrained by a traditional, doctrine-oriented, obsolete system run by antiquated, old-fogeyish men.  My words fell on deaf ears.  To his mind, I was no longer a “believer.”   So my words carried little weight.

Once, we went together (to a distant large town) to a huge convention —  with many people attending — on parrots.  Buddy invited me to stay overnight at his friend’s house (while we were there).  He assured me that there would be no interference with my privacy.  I agreed, and — though I  had a room all to myself, with the door closed — I just could not sleep that night.  Something, deep down and rather unconscious, would not let me sleep.  Nothing happened that night, of course, and I could have slept just fine.  I’m sure that Buddy had a great time with his friend.  (My lack of sleep was something to laugh about the next day.)  At the large (all day) convention, which was about parrots, they served “grouse” for lunch; each plate had a whole bird sitting there in front of each in attendance…(except, fortunately, for me… I’m a vegetarian)!  That meal was ludicrous!  Who planned that, one wonders!  We laughed about it all the way home!  🙂

Ever since I was a young child, I’ve had tropical fish.  Angel fish, which I’ve occasionally gotten eggs and babies from, mate for life.  Once in a while, I noticed, two males or two females would become mates.  These fish were not “swayed” by deviant other fish who “taught them deviant ways”!  It was just some biological/physiological phenomenon that naturally happened now and then.  (Like it or not, we, all land-dwelling vertebrates, evolved from fish… fish like Osteolepis.)

One day, they found Buddy dead in his back yard. This, by the way, happened years ago.  It was a heart related cause of death.  One wonders if stress played a role in his untimely demise.  If he had more acceptance, from others, about his “condition that wasn’t a condition”… maybe he would have lived a lot longer and a lot happier.

I am so glad that I still am not a follower of those old-fogeyish men with their pointed, fancy caps and their fancy robes and buildings.  I am glad that I was supportive of Buddy… and that I often said positive things about his lifestyle (that he didn’t choose).

One of my sister-in-laws is gay.  She is married to another woman.  My wife’s family, at first, had a bit of a difficult time with it.  But now they are very accepting and understanding about it.  I, from the get-go, did not have any problem with it; to me, at the time, the difficulty that others were having about it seemed to be rather nonsensical and silly.  That sister-in-law — I have six others — happens to be one of my very favorite within the family.  She and her awesome spouse now have two wonderful children (by way of a sperm bank for the deposit).  They are the most splendid of parents… always fussing over their kids and taking them all over for learning and educational purposes.  You couldn’t find better parents!  Not only are they great parents, but they are kind, happy, considerate, warm human beings.  They are both teachers… and people in their community love them!

At the family Christmas party, a few days ago, (we had one of those later parties), I overheard one of the other sister-in-law’s kids say to the girl of the twins, “Why don’t you have a father like the rest of us do?  Isn’t that very odd?”  She said it in a kind of half mocking, half despising way.  I plan on asking my gay sister-in-law for permission to briefly talk to her two children about their parents.  I want to tell them that my so-called normal parents were often very cruel and uncaring.  My mother often asked me (as a child) to talk her out of suicide and my father was psychologically and physically abusive.  I used to fear for my life (while living at home as a young child).  I would like to tell my “favorite sister-in-law’s” children just how amazingly lucky they are… and how they need not ever be embarrassed or ashamed.  Many (far too many) so-called “normal” parents leave a lot to be desired!

Some final comments:  There is one thing that I do disapprove of.  It is those authoritative, dictatorial, hierarchical, orthodox, old men with the pointy hats having their way with little children, while the system tidily covers things up.  They are the ones that are truly the danger.

Walt Whitman, one of the most sagacious of poets — and I have some of his insightful, witty poems within my book — was probably gay (as indicated by many biographers).  He was no follower of any rigid, antiquated system; he walked robustly and solidly… content and more than pleased with himself!

[from Walt Whitman:

Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?   Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts, for you only, and not for him and her?]

The following bird is beautiful… but its beauty can never approach the deep beauty of someone who, without harming others, has profound and wise acceptance for the way he or she really (intrinsically) is.

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Photo below… by Thomas Peace (Left click on the photo to see it enlarged; left click on the “middle” of it again if you wish to enlarge it more; hit left return-arrows, once or twice, to return.)

Photo of Scarlet by Thomas Peace c.2013

Photo of Scarlet by Thomas Peace c.2013

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Traveling on the Razor’s Edge…

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One can take the easy way that others have formulated “for you,” regarding living your life.  Most of us travel the safe and easy path that was laid out for us by others.  However, it may be that the “prefabricated path,” put there by others for us to travel upon… almost inevitably leads to a life that is not truly full of dynamic immensity and true passion.  Any system, any set of rigid methodologies, merely tend to heavily condition the mind.  Such a conditioned  mind, being second-hand, rarely has the capacity to go beyond what is mediocre and contrived by plotting.

True spontaneity, true insight… is never the result of any second-hand, calculated series of events.  Real spontaneity and actual insight is always what manifests from something direct and “non-distorted.”   What is merely “learned” is always second-hand and, therefore, not truly direct and straight.  Shadows are what is rather second-hand… and a lot of minds are “in the dark” due to having allowed themselves to exist via the formulations and blueprints of others.  We need to go beyond what was fabricated for us to function “as.”  We need to perceive without all of the contamination that was poured into so many (by calculating profiteers).  We are not invited (enough) to do things without motive.  We are not invited (enough) to question things freely, sanely.  We are not invited to intelligently go beyond what was spoon-fed into us.  Most of us may be falling “off course,” because we may be traveling as delimited by (fallen) others.  Traveling on the razor’s edge is very difficult; it is easy to fall off and remain very “safe.”

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Black Swallowtail on Flower’s Edge…pic by Thomas Peace (Left click on the photo and scroll down to see it enlarged; left click on the “middle” of it again to enlarge it more; hit left return-arrows, twice, to return.)

Black Swallowtail pic by Thomas Peace c. 2012

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Memory is Always Old…

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Memory is always old and of “the past.”  It involves symbolic images and words in a recollection of past occurrences, past things, past events, and past experiences.  Memory is usually heavily conditioned by the learned patterns that society has shaped within us.  The memory bank is an accumulation of these past (learned) things and past experiences. Things are categorized within us, according to how we’ve been taught.  We often merely see things through a process that is dictated through the learned screen of memory. Recognition is often largely memory reinforcing itself.  Being more than something that is second-hand… involves going beyond all this in a fundamental way.

This arrangement (of memories) can become rearranged (and reshuffled) and, in having done so, relatively new things and ideas can become established.  Such a rearrangement can either be very beneficial (to life on earth) or not very beneficial, or somewhere in between.  People come up with all kinds of ways to “sell” or “profit from” their ideas.  This profitability either is motivated to benefit the self or to benefit humanity and life (or both); oftentimes it lies somewhere in between.  A truly wise man, however, deeply perceives that the self is not, in truth, separate from the rest of humanity (and life).  Such a person’s motivation may not lie within what was merely learned via past experiences and via various types of stored memory.  This is because real insight can spring into existence (in a serious person) regardless of what past memories and experiences existed previously.

Deep and profound insight cannot be purposefully brought about by any method, system, or procedure.  Otherwise such insight would merely be the formulations of (or partially formulated by) a plan.  Planning takes time, and deep insight exists beyond the realm of what can be concocted in time.  True insight is timeless.  It is a profound, spontaneous explosion beyond what one had learned or experienced via memory. The profundity of insight can (out of compassion) shape someone’s memory; but one’s memory can never shape, fabricate, or bring about true insight.  The mechanism of memory (as the thinking process) must end (for deep insight to take place).  This ending, of course, cannot come about via any contrived process, procedure, or devised strategy.  An ending resultant from some kind of blueprint is a mechanically formulated effect… which is not, truly, an ending.  If the cause involves “plotting” and “calculation”… the end will be also be rather ordinary, near-predictable, and mundane.  Most people were taught that “ending,” for them, is something that is “not good.”  However, ending “psychologically” may not, at all, be deleterious.  Most people endlessly cling to (their) memory.  (That is what they were taught… and that is what they have absorbed; that is what they continually function as.)

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Insects and flowers have always had a symbiotic relationship with each other.  The flower feeds the insects and the insects help pollinate, clean, and protect the flower.

Photo of ant on a lily flower by Thomas Peace c. 2012:

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Ant on Lily by Thomas Peace c. 2012

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In Memory of Those Budding Children who faded today…

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In Memory of those Budding Children who faded today…

They were beautifully blossoming… and such precious flower buds should never be overshadowed or clipped.

(An insane madman, of darkness, did some ignorant overshadowing.)

from Emily Dickinson:

On such a night, or such a night,
Would anybody care
If such a little figure
Slipped quiet from its chair —

So quiet — Oh how quiet,
That nobody might know
But that the little figure
Rocked softer — to and fro —

On such a dawn, or such a dawn —
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For Chanticleer to wake it —
Or stirring house below —
Or giddy bird in orchard —
Or early task to do?

There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll —
Busy needles, and spools of thread —
And trudging feet from school —

Playmates, and holidays, and nuts —
And visions vast and small —
Strange that the feet so precious charged
Should reach so small a goal!

Katy and her blossoming flowers...Thomas Peace c. 2012

Katy and her blossoming flowers…
Thomas Peace c. 2012

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To Look From A Limited Perspective…

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Looking from a limited perspective… what does that mean to you?  Have you ever thought about it?  Many of us probably perceive through a conditioned background… a background that many of us have “operated from,”  but which many of us have never intelligently examined objectively.  To perceive things in a fragmentary manner may be to look with a great deal of separation and division.

Many of us go through life “recognizing” things.  We recognize one thing after another, as we were taught.  Then we write essays, or books, or blogs, or letters, or emails about these multitudinous “things” that we have “recognized.”  We often recognize things in the manner or way in which we were taught to recognize them.  One’s consciousness is constituted of these “recognized things.”  These things that we were taught about have very delineated demarcations and boundaries.  We were taught that each thing has a finite domain and a limited space… and we were taught that there is a limited space between us and each of these “things.”  (We were taught that fear is there, in us to deal with… not that we and our fears are not separate, not something different.)  We continue to write about these things and share these things with others.  So, indirectly (or directly) we are continuing to teach and to reinforce the learning/teaching process  of others (in the manner that we were taught).  Some of us are very good at writing and at conveying images to others via printed words.  We get congratulated about what we are writing… and, indeed, some of us develop very lucrative professions due to our ability to hone and craft words in an “artful/intelligent” manner.  We give each other prizes (for those who we think did the best job at entertaining us with words and symbols… in a crafty manner).

In the Algonquian Native American family of languages, for instance, there is more of a verb-based structure existent.  In other words (no pun intended) more verbs exist, rather than separate things “as nouns.”  There’s more of a “doing” and “blending,” rather than an “it-ness” and a “separativeness.”   The Ojibwa, the Cheyenne, and the Blackfoot sometimes saw things more together, in a kind of blended movement or flow… rather than as mere separate, isolated “things” very apart from each other.

Animals recognize things, often without having been taught to do so.  Dogs recognize what to eat and what not to eat (though what some dogs recognize as being “edible” is not often very beneficial to eat).  Cats recognize what is a threat and what is not likely to be harmful.  Saber tooth cats (no doubt) could often do so without having been taught by their mother. A lot of this recognition is innate and instinctual.  It is at a very crude level. Even insects and spiders can recognize what is an enemy and what is beneficial to eat; oftentimes they are one and the same (in the case of what insects/spiders see as an enemy that is concomitantly likely delicious)!

The consequences of continuing to write with a separative mode (quite similar to what crude bugs and diminutive animals can grasp and attain)… might be extremely profitable for the so-called gifted writer or author who is capable regarding relating in such a manner.  However, if we merely continue in that crude, crass, and primal mode (as we have been doing for millennia), then we will have merely continued the process of looking from a limited perspective.  We need to evolve from this separative perspective (which merely involves separate things).  If we don’t change, then people (with their separative little countries, sects, things, and establishments) will never change fundamentally.  Will a fragment, a separate, little self that is divorced from everything else be able to do this?  One doubts it.  What is limited cannot transcend limitation unless it fundamentally changes into something else. A little insect, sitting on a plant, can’t fundamentally change from the crude limitation that it is immersed (and absorbed) in. Can we?

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Katy in Flower by Thomas Peace c. 2012

Katy in Flower
by Thomas Peace c. 2012