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Better Coverage on Climate Change…

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In a year that brought the U.S. record-breaking heat, massive wildfires, a historic drought, and devastating storms like Hurricane Sandy, the nightly news programs on ABC, CBS, and NBC barely talked about what was fueling this extreme weather — climate change. We need better coverage if we want people to connect the dots and demand real action to curb global warming pollution.

Please sign our petition below to Michael Corn, Executive Producer of ABC World News, Patricia Shevlin, Executive Producer of CBS Evening News, and Patrick Burkey, Executive Producer of NBC Nightly News, asking them to give us more frequent, accurate coverage of climate change this year.

OUR PETITION

Give Us Better Coverage on Climate Change this Year

Dear Mr. Corn, Ms. Shelvin, and Mr. Burkey,

Every night, tens of millions of people tune into the news on the major broadcasting networks of ABC, CBS, and NBC, expecting to learn about the most pressing issues facing our families and our nation. Given the urgency of addressing the climate crisis, we urge you to put global warming at the top of that list.

After experiencing the hottest year ever recorded in the United States and a series of devastating extreme weather events including wildfires, droughts, and storms like Hurricane Sandy, the American people deserve to know how our changing climate is fueling this extreme weather and what we can do about it.

That can only happen if you devote more coverage to climate change, report on future extreme weather in a climate context, and interview more climate scientists who will be able to accurately connect the dots between human activity, climate change, and the weather we have been experiencing. Yet, a recent study by Media Matters for America found that last year climate change was only featured in 12 segments on your nightly news programs combined.

Confronting the climate crisis is the challenge of our generation, and we urge you to honor the best traditions in American journalism by putting the focus on science and accurately reporting on climate change.

We look forward to watching your thorough, accurate coverage of climate change in the year ahead.

Sincerely,
[Your Name]
[Your Address]
[City, State ZIP]

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Fall or Rise by Thomas Peace 2013

Fall or Rise by Thomas Peace 2013

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The human brain can be split and two fields of consciousness then occur…

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Some of the important things that we must be leery about, in our passage through life, are organizations and old-fashioned traditions that steer us into the complacency of being mere followers.   Many of us might maintain that we do not merely “follow the crowd”; but so many of us do so, unawares, not really seeing or realizing how we blindly follow the manner, habits, and cold indifference of others.  We chronically copy others, yet think that we are independent… not mere followers.  Some of us are warmly caring… but not nearly enough of us are.

What I’m about to tell you isn’t going to be what you’ll like to hear (i.e., read).  It goes against people’s grain, so to speak.  Bear with me on this; but don’t continue to read if you are easily disturbed.   It goes, if one examines deeply and objectively,  against much of what a lot of us have been told — and what was ingrained into us — about the afterlife (i.e., heaven or reincarnation or some such stuff)…  and about free will, conditioning, and awareness.   However, don’t — upon reading about it — merely allow yourself to get depressed, melancholy, and disheveled.   One’s life can be eternally significant, despite what occurs concerning the human brain.   Despite what the following may imply… one can still become imbued by the eternal.  

I learned about it many years ago, while in college.  I had read  extensive articles about it; and it caused me to really delve into different aspects and avenues of spirituality involving understanding the whole of existence.  It — what the articles were about — certainly was shocking to me.  The articles dealt with how surgeons severed the corpus callosum.   The human brain is, in a big way, a lot like the two halves of the inside of a walnut.  Connecting the halves is what is known as the corpus callosum.  Surgeons have had to sever the corpus callosum in certain individuals — such as those suffering from certain forms of epilepsy — in order to try to keep the severity of the seizures down.  In patients who have had their corpus callosum severed, the right half of the brain does not know what the left half of the brain is thinking (and vice versa).  In other words, two fields of separate consciousness are created (following the surgery)… when initially there was one.  This type of surgery has occurred many times; it is not some kind of theoretical proposition or fluke (one-time) occurrence.

People, following such surgery, exist as two separate minds within one body.  Instances have occurred wherein a man (following having his corpus callosum severed) was trying to pull his pants up with his right hand… while his left hand was trying to pull his pants down.  (Each field of consciousness had something different in mind!)  Another (similar) man was observed trying to strike his wife with one hand, while the other hand tried to stop the opposite hand from hitting her.

Does this have deep implications about life for us?  You bet it does!   The implications extend far beyond what most care to look into; however, it would be prudent if they did look deeper.   Many are afraid to look deeper.  I, for one, looked deeper.   I am glad that I did (look deeper).  The implications are extensive.   Does it negate the possibility of eternity for us?   No, it does not!   However, merely looking at life in our standard, old-fashioned ways — as we have always done in the past — may not be prudent (considering this).  We have to change the way we look at things.  Otherwise we will become more and more fragmented inwardly and outwardly (not entirely unlike the unfortunate patients of the brain surgery).  Many people don’t wish to change; but change we must!

 

Walnuts black by José Luis Hernández Zurdo

Walnuts black by José Luis Hernández Zurdo

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Don’t follow anybody…

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.    We’ve followed leaders for millions of years… and look where it has gotten us!  Don’t follow anybody, neither politically nor religiously.  So many of us drift through life, needing to be lead.  A person who needs to be lead is an insecure person, much like a shadow.  (We are not advocating some kind of crazy anarchy!)

A true democracy is one which exists beyond dogmatic leaders.  In such a society, people could vote, referendum style, on key issues periodically, through the usage of, for instance, computers.  Instead of having stuffy, life-long political barons, we could (jury-duty style) have responsible people work in groups of 12 (or thereabouts) to, on a temporary, rotating basis,  regulate and coordinate the voting and election results; that would be a true democracy (and no “politicians,” no feigning baby-kissers nor totalitarians need be involved).

Religiously, so many of us, too, want to be lead.  But is true religion what one can be lead in?  You can be lead to a dead thing.  But you cannot be lead to a dynamic, truly living (non-stagnant) thing.  It may very well be that the truly sacred is not what any concocted, fabricated, man-made path can lead to.  However, so many of us stay on our separate, fabricated, traditional paths (that were handed down to us like a pair of old pants).  In a separate path, one easily looks at others (who are not in it) with an air of superiority and separation.  The truly sacred may not be what can be touched by what remains in isolated groups, which separate themselves from other groups (causing more friction and division in the world).  So many of us want to be where we can easily be “told.”  But if truth is never merely second-hand… it cannot ever merely be told from one to another; being told is receiving something in a second-hand way; real truth is never second- hand.  Shadows are second-hand.  It may be that one has to discover it (i.e., truth) anew (freshly and directly) for oneself each and every moment.  

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from Stephen Crane:

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A learned man came to me once.

He said, “I know the way, — come.”

And I was overjoyed at this.

Together we hastened.

Soon, too soon, were we

Where my eyes were useless,

And I knew not the ways of my feet.

I clung to the hand of my friend;

But at last he cried: “I am lost.”

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Wild Flowers by Thomas Peace 2013

Wild Flowers by Thomas Peace 2013

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Winter Scene…

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The following is a short (simple) video of it snowing where we live… along an Illinois river bank; a couple of photos are additionally included.  Snow, even though it means the absence of all my favorite bugs and creatures (for a while), is cool (in more ways than one)!  The snow was quite beautiful… as it always is!

Each snowflake is unique, not like the others; yet, from a distance, they all look rather the same. Each of us (humans) is unique; however, in a big way, we are all the same. We — each and every one of us — have hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people whom we love and cherish. However, each of our hopes, fears, desires, and favorite people are different from everyone else’s. We can even be considerably more unique when we stop blindly following our flaky leaders — who don’t have a clue about where they’re going (and drifting to) anyway — and, instead, independently look at life beyond what we’ve merely been molded and shaped to see.  

from Emily Dickinson:

It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –

It makes an even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –

It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Veil

To Stump, and Stack – and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them –

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills it’s Artisans – like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –

Winter Snowfall (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter Snowfall (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Going beyond mere reflections…

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.     To reflect on something — merely with images from the mind — may not be to see it (fully) in actuality.  When one looks from (and “as”) images, one is looking from (or through) what one was taught.  What one was taught is always “of the past”; therefore, what one sees through (and with) this medium… is always a distorted, partial view of what actually is.  If one looks by way of “what one was taught to see”… one sees things as one was taught to see them; in actuality, one sees what one was taught.  The “perceiver” and “the perception” are not necessarily two different/separate things.  If the perception is a reflection of what one “has learned,” it is part of the absorbed and memorized constitution of the “perceiver.”   When such a “perceiver” perceives, he (or she) is looking (at least partially) from (and “as”) what he is (i.e., from what he or she has absorbed via learned processes).  Looking at all things by way of “what one was taught” is a form of mental reflection (learned from others).  It may be that the truly sacred cannot ever be truly seen by what are mere reflections… not even partially (although perhaps hints of it can be seen in such a way).   That is one big reason why the sacred seems so elusive to so many.  Most merely reflect on things — and look at things — from mere symbolic representations that they were taught.   All symbolic representations, no matter how “intelligent” they may seem — and no matter how helpful they may be — are, intrinsically, distortions.  This doesn’t at all mean that one should give up on “thinking, reflecting, and learning”; those are all very useful tools.  However, they are only tools; they need not be what the essence of the organism must always be.  Over-identifying with the tools may make significant waves in the waters (of the mind) that never allow direct perception.

March is coming.  No doubt, the river must soon be (in a reactive) flowing… just like most humans are fixated in a reactive flowing.  An overabundance of reactive flowing may not easily allow for a direct perception of truth.  Just as each surface wave of a turbulent (spring) river reflects things in a distorted, fragmentary way… so the essence of each thought is constituted of fragmentation and a significant degree of distortion.  Time is as a river.   Perhaps, in March, one will stand on the bank of the river and remember something about the call of a certain bird.  However,  it will not really be the call of a certain bird that occurs again; it will only be a virtual thing… as all thoughts are.   (Don’t merely be satisfied with the virtual.)

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from Wallace Stevens:

NOT IDEAS ABOUT THE THING
        BUT THE THING ITSELF

At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind. 

He knew that he heard it,
A bird’s cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind. 

The sun was rising at six, 
No longer a battered panache above snow… 
It would have been outside. 

It was not from the vast ventriloquism 
Of sleep’s faded paper-mache… 
The sun was coming from the outside. 

That scrawny cry–It was
A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
It was part of the colossal sun, 

Surrounded by its choral rings,
Still far away. It was like
A new knowledge of reality.

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A photo of the river bank that we live on; as one was taking photos, a goose, across the river, was calling out.  (The river and this article may be something to reflect on.)  (Left click on image to enlarge; hit left “return arrow” to return.)

Winter River by Thomas Peace 2013

Winter River by Thomas Peace 2013

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Going after the truth no matter what the consequences are…

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.  When I was rather young — which wasn’t just a few months ago — I was determined to search for the actual truth that lies behind the essence of everything.  The consequences of what I found did not matter to me.  I didn’t want to “sugar-coat” what I might find… and turn it into something more tolerable (if it turned out to somehow be unpleasant).   One wanted to actually perceive “what was behind everything” without distortion, without concern as to whether my personal life had any lasting significance or was merely an evanescent flash soon to be diluted. What was important was  the “seeing” of the truth without distortion, without altering it into something that might be more comfortable (though fictional).  To approach the “actual truth of everything,” one must put away ones desires (or stored patterns) of “how things should be,” or “what would be comfortable,” or “what one was told about things (by others)”… and perception must be undistorted.  If we approach the truth with “what we’ve been told,” or with “how things ought to be,” we’ll definitely find something, but it won’t be the truth (though we may erroneously accept that it is).  To go towards the truth — without any baggage from the past — one must go without fear of the consequences of what one might find.  (Carry a lot of baggage… and you’ll fall through the thin ice… as most people do.)

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.     Mystic shadow, bending near me,

.     Who art thou?

.     Whence come ye?

.     And — tell me — is it fair

.     Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?

.     Tell me!

.     Fear not that I should quaver,

.     For I dare — I dare.

.     Then, tell me!

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.   Sheets of ice of the partially frozen river that we live on.  (Left click on image to enlarge; hit left “return arrow” to return.)

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Ice on River (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Ice on River (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Frozen in Time…

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.    Curiously, most human beings function within the very significant and important domain of time… yet they have no idea about the fundamental essence and nature of time; nor do they realize the opportunity of going beyond it.   Though it sounds mysterious and rather supernatural — it isn’t — it is a fact that a truly enlightened being can (once and a while) exist in (and “with”) a timelessness that is beyond the limited and unlimited field of time.

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.     what time is it?it is by every star

.     a different time,and each most falsely true;

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.     believe me,dear,clocks have enough to do

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The following pictures are photos that I took of  ice along the river bank that we live on.   These look much better expanded,  so… (Left click on the pictures to enlarge them; hit the left “return arrow” to return.)

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Frozen in Time (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Frozen in Time (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Wisdom is one of the most important things in life…

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.    Wisdom is one of the most important things in life.  For without wisdom, one’s life may be essentially like an empty shell; such a life would very possibly be like a light bulb that has no illumination; it would be like a caterpillar that never changes into a true butterfly.  Without wisdom, one may, indeed, lead a very comfortable life, a very financially secure, safe, and luxurious life.   However, without that inner profundity (of wisdom)… such an outwardly appearing “successful” life is likely (largely) a rather cadaverous existence.   Without true compassion, heartfelt awareness for all, deep insight, and non-fragmented perception…  deep wisdom is not.  One cannot have true wisdom if one merely fits in nicely into the indifferent edicts of society, while languidly allowing things to remain as they are.  The vast disorder (of society) may seem to be overwhelming; but a little bit of pure order can have tremendous power.  Changing the way one lives and being a better example is one way to act.   Wisdom acts; if it doesn’t often act — if it sits around merely comfortably reacting — it isn’t wisdom.  It isn’t easy to be in the minority (different from so many who hardly ever care); but not to peacefully stand up and do something against indifference, suffering, disorder, and tyranny is nonsensical.

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from Stephen Crane:

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Once I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
“Will he prevail?”
“Surely,” replied this other;
“His grandfathers beat them many times.”
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers —
At least, for the little man
Who stood against the mountains.

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Pseudo-silhouette (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

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Pseudo-silhouette (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

Pseudo-silhouette (3) by Thomas Peace 2013

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True (not Pretentious) Compassion…

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Though many talk about it and pretend to have it… very few are truly compassionate.  Those few that are truly and deeply compassionate (in a holistic, deeper than average sense)… may be, fortunately,  sometimes even visited (at least once, twice, or more, during their lives) by the immensity of the truly sacred.

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from Emily Dickinson:

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.     Sometimes with the Heart

.     Seldom with the Soul

.     Scarcer once with the Might

.     Few — love at all.

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Resting Dragonfly (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Resting Dragonfly (1) by Thomas Peace 2013

Resting Dragonfly (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

Resting Dragonfly (2) by Thomas Peace 2013

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A Robust and Healthy Mind…

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A robust and healthy mind is essential.  Just as the body should be tenderly taken care of, given the correct, healthy foods, and exercised daily… so the mind, too, must be operated with care and order.  The mind and the body have a close relationship with each other.  When one is distorted and broken… it often influences the other.  A languid and indifferent mind easily allows for a body that indolently sits around.  Additionally, a body deficient in good nutrients and decent exercise… can easily influence the mind to be less alert, joyous, and caring.  It’s a close partnership… and not enough people deeply realize that.   Interestingly, just having a healthy body does not ensure that the mind (involved with that body) will be concomitantly healthy and orderly.  There are many unbalanced, uncaring, mentally disturbed people with excellent bodies.  

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Bre with Bubbles by Thomas Peace 2013

Bre with Bubbles by Thomas Peace 2013

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You Are What You Perceive (Part 2… Don’t Be Hysterical About It!)…

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Although the wise man lucidly understands that (psychologically) the “perceiver” is “the perceived”… he (or she) does not let that “lucidity” ever become detrimental to his/her holistic integrity and order.   In other words, seeing something that is rather ludicrous, or ugly, crude or crass… does not, in essence, ever nullify the sagacity and beautiful order of a true (integral) wise man.  (Currently, there is plenty of manmade disorder all around, in society, that can be observed; however, that need not curtail the order within a truly decent, aware, orderly, compassionate being.)

Therefore it can be said:

You are not separate from what your perceptions are.   However, if you perceive something that is rather ludicrous or disorderly… it does not transfer that state (of disorder) to you.

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                                  Hysteria

 

from: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

S she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: “If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden …” I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
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You (psychologically) are what you perceive

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One of the chief attributes of a truly sagacious mind is to look at things without the dichotomy between the “observer” and “the observed.”   The “observer” is not truly separate from “the observed”; you are not separate from what your perceptions are.

It is easy to crassly think that one is separate from the perceptions that one experiences.  Multitudes of crude, base organisms can easily think and perceive in such a manner.  The truly wise, however, acutely perceive beyond these primordial demarcations and boundaries.  The truly sacred does not ever pass through what is crooked and distorted; it only visits (and goes through) what is straight, non-separated, direct, and true.

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  from Walt Whitman:

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THERE was a child went forth every day;

And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;

And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of

the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child,

And grass, and white and red morning-glories, and white and red

clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,

And the Third-month lambs, and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the

mare’s foal, and the cow’s calf,

And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire of the pond-

side,

And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there–and the

beautiful curious liquid,

And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads–all became part

of him.

The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of

him;

Winter-grain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and the

esculent roots of the garden,

And the apple-trees cover’d with blossoms, and the fruit afterward,

and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road;

And the old drunkard staggering home from the out-house of the

tavern, whence he had lately risen,

And the school-mistress that pass’d on her way to the school,

And the friendly boys that pass’d–and the quarrelsome boys,

And the tidy and fresh-cheek’d girls–and the barefoot negro boy and

girl,

And all the changes of city and country, wherever he went.

His own parents,

He that had father’d him, and she that had conceiv’d him in her womb,

and birth’d him,

They gave this child more of themselves than that;

They gave him afterward every day–they became part of him.

The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table;

The mother with mild words–clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odor

falling off her person and clothes as she walks by;

The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger’d, unjust;

The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,

The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture–the

yearning and swelling heart,

Affection that will not be gainsay’d–the sense of what is real–the

thought if, after all, it should prove unreal,

The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time–the curious

whether and how,

Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?

Men and women crowding fast in the streets–if they are not flashes

and specks, what are they?

The streets themselves, and the façades of houses, and goods in the

windows,

Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank’d wharves–the huge crossing at the

ferries,

The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset–the river

between,

Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of

white or brown, three miles off,

The schooner near by, sleepily dropping down the tide–the little

boat slack-tow’d astern,

The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,

The strata of color’d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint, away

solitary by itself–the spread of purity it lies motionless in,

The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh

and shore mud;

These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now

goes, and will always go forth every day.

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Four at the Clover Table... by Thomas Peace 2013

Four at the Clover Table… by Thomas Peace 2013

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Thinking, per se, is rather cold and empty…

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.     Thinking, per se, is rather cold and empty.  All thoughts are symbols.  They are fragmentary tokens and representations that we “fabricate” about what reality may be.  They (i.e., thoughts) are tools for dealing with the reality; however, they are not the reality.  The idea of moving deeply through a warm beach full of sparsely clothed, beautiful people (who worship you) doesn’t give one (in the end) a sunburn.  Yet most of us dwell as these “virtual,” symbolic representations almost all of the time… rarely, if ever, going beyond them.  

Exclusively remaining in (and “as”) thought… is a form of suffering.  Thinking is always “about” the reality; it is never the actuality of the reality.  Remaining as “the virtual” is like staying within a computer world… accepting it to be essentially true.  

Unfortunately, very few (these days) actually go beyond the symbolic tools that they were programmed to become.

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Thought is false happiness:the idea
That by thinking one can
Or may, penetrate, not may,
But can, that one is sure to be able – 

That there lies at the end of thought
A foyer of the spirit in a landscape
Of the mind, in which we sit
And wear humanity’s bleak crown;

In which we read the critique of paradise
And say it is the work
Of a comedian, this critique,
In which we sit and breathe

An innocence of an absolute,
False happiness, since we know that we use
Only the eye as faculty, that the mind
Is the eye, and that this landscape of the mind

Is a landscape only of the eye, and that
We are ignorant men incapable
Of the least, minor, vital metaphor, content,
At last, there, when it turns out to be here.

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Trees on the Beach by Thomas Peace 2013

Trees on the Beach by Thomas Peace 2013

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Stopping violence isn’t easy…

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.      Stopping violence isn’t easy.  There is plenty of violence in America and in the world.   More laws may help (but only to a very limited extent)… but more than that we need to offer people more educationally.   We need to fundamentally change (as a society) at a level much deeper.  We need to change to where there’s not so much separation… separation between others and separation between education and (integral, deep awareness beyond mere “knowing”).   If we teach people to merely be competitive, to take from others, to exploit and use others… we will have failed.  Many are the product of their education… and laws will not confine those who are determined to exploit them.  These things are age-old; they are not anything new.

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.      The more trouble in the land.

.      The more ingenious and clever men are,

.      The more strange things happen.

.      The more rules and regulations,

.      The more thieves and robbers.

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Stopping Violence isn't easy... photo by Thomas Peace 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.)

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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

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We are what we think.

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We are what we think.  And by and large, we are the thoughts of others.  We have absorbed the thoughts, patterns, habits, and manners of others; we are an accumulation of these processes, tokens, and methodologies that others provide.  Yet we (each of us) think that we are something truly independent and unique.  The reality may be that most of us are not unique or independent at all.   To be a second-hand copy (of what everyone else basically is) may not at all be what “true living” involves.  Being another domino in a sequential series of reactions may not involve real action whatsoever.  Real action goes beyond limited boundaries.  Limited boundaries constitute the very essence of symbolic representations and mental recognition frameworks via learned (i.e., merely absorbed) paradigms. Real learning lies beyond mere absorption.

We look through the screen of what we were taught… and what we see is what was implanted into us.  Very few of us go beyond that very limited domain.  We are used to (i.e., accustomed to) limitation, we live in limitation, we accept limitation, and we fight… in childish political parties, divisive religions, separative countries, and isolated, small self-concepts… all involving gross and crass limitation.  Limitation occurs when the mind is spewing with boundaries of demarcations, when barren, symbolic representations endlessly clutter the mind.  Merely absorbing and assimilating limitation is easy.  Any languorous or inattentive mind can do that.

Fortunately, there are a few who look beyond the muddle and go beyond it.  They are not the ones who write the innumerable mystery books that have no real mystery to them, and within… (and there are plenty of so-called mystery books like that).  They are not the ones carelessly driving into dead-end streets while childishly trying to entertain us. They are not the ones in high office, dressed in fancy clothes (or wearing hierarchical robes) jabbering away, but with real apathy behind it.  They are not the ones with their images plastered on the cover of popular magazines.

We think that we control what we think… but we are what we think.  We have accepted separation as an essence of our fundamental perspective.  (We think that we are separate from what we think… and that we control it.)  We (most of us) have merely absorbed what we were “taught.”  However, that kind of teaching, from which we were “taught,” may not be real teaching at all.  Real teaching involves penetrating the superficial.  Real teaching involves tearing down false limitations and puny demarcations to reveal and allow deep, profound insight.  Wholeness, real wholeness, is not a concept.  It is not something concocted from an accumulation (or bundling) of the many things that one sees or was “taught” to see.

Many of us are second-hand shadows, congratulating each other on what remains superficial and fragmentary. The ramifications of this involve a world being harmed more and more by very limited minds.  To question what we were taught, and to go beyond it, may be the beginning of true wisdom.  True wisdom stands alone… and it does not depend.  True wisdom may not exist for one who wishes to wallow in the comfortable shadows of what it was conditioned to become by society.

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from Walt Whitman:

I believe that a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars…

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Photograph “Leaves of Grass” by Thomas Peace (copyright 2012)

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Meditation: How not to Meditate

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from Thomas Peace

True meditation is not something that one can know that one is engaged in.  Like humility, true meditation occurs to the mind unawares; it is not something that can be recognized.  One can not “know” that one is humble.  Likewise, one cannot “know” that one is meditating. True meditation and true humility are both beyond the field of “the known.”  Therefore, both are beyond the realm of recognition by the self; for recognizing is in the field of “the known,” whereas humility and meditation are of “understanding” and not “knowing.”

To practice meditation is folly.  For one cannot practice what is beyond causality.  One can practice what is within a cause and effect continuum — such as learning to play a man-made instrument — but true meditation is an all-encompassing, non-conditioned, non-fragmentary thing.  Therefore, it is beyond the realm methodology within phenomena involving common causality.  Interestingly, a lot of people claim that they practice a form of meditation.  However, true meditation, being beyond what can be mechanically “practiced” within causality, does not exist for such erroneous individuals.  You can practice something rather dead and mechanical… but you can’t practice “aliveness,”  “awareness,” “insightful compassion,” and “holistic understanding”… and that (despite what many so-called experts say) is what meditation may really involve.

A wise, sagacious mind is (in itself) meditation.  However, such meditation is not something that it practices as part of some methodology.  A wise, sapient mind goes beyond the clutches of practice and methods… because such a mind intelligently goes beyond the field of the “known.”  Such a mind goes beyond the realm of mere symbols and representations that words and labels are a part of.  Such a mind goes beyond mere symbols… but not by any process of practice or methodology.  True insight is instantaneous: no time is involved for it to (finally) come about.  All methods and forms of practice take time.  A wise mind (of true meditation) exists beyond what takes time in order to manifest.  Interestingly, true meditation, being beyond mere practice and being beyond mere methods… is, in a significant way, beyond the causality of time.

Beware of those charlatans who offer a concrete form of meditation to you (for you to practice).  What they give you may make you feel happy or comfortable for a limited time. However, what is not true meditation is merely a crutch.  It is not the indelible gem of many indescribable facets.  So, regarding those that offer you some form of methodology or prayer to attain enlightenment: run from them and do not fall into their clutches.  Meditation is only what can occur for the individual of (and by) his (or her) own accord.  It is a harmony that others cannot bestow upon you.  Read my book (about self-awareness) at http://www.eternalfountainofyouth.com.  The book will not provide you with mechanical methods to practice (like some kind of robot); it will not give you methodologies to follow like some kind of lemming.  It will, however, encourage you to wake up and realize that what you do in infinitely important.  However, if you are merely a “follower” and a lemming, then what you do will always be limited and confined.  True meditation never blossoms forth from what is always merely limited and confined.  True meditation is an explosion of infinite awareness and understanding… an awareness and understanding that no one can merely regulate out to you.

from Emily Dickinson:

A COUNTERFEIT — a plated Person —

I would not be —

Whatever strata of Iniquity

My Nature underlie —

Truth is Good Health — and Safety, and the Sky,

How meager, what an Exile — is a Lie,

And Vocal — when we die —

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Warm Regards,

Thomas Peace (author)

Photograph of Butterfly by Thomas Peace copyright 2012

Photograph of Butterfly by Thomas Peace copyright 2012

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Beyond the Orthodox

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Love and be the whole miracle of life… not limited, dead concepts and systems.

Intelligence goes beyond the boundaries of “them” and “us” and dissolves them forever.

It is easy to get lost in the shuffle.

A passionless mind is dead before it ever gets to the grave.

Anything, even a heartless machine, can exist as what it was programmed to exist as.

Separation (from others, for instance) is as a death.

You are responsible for the whole of life, because the whole of life is you.

True beginnings are entwined with (and engaged to) true endings.

The book, which I recently wrote, cannot fail, because even if you do not like it (which is highly unlikely)… it will have succeeded; it can only fail if you think that it is of the “languid orthodox” and that it is cherished by the “numb status quo”… and that cannot ever happen.

Regarding what most of the ungracious masses of separative people have unceasingly clung to:                              it doesn’t ring true.

Fly like a free Swallowtail…  please do not cling to the stagnant flypaper of orthodoxy along with so many others.

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from Emily Dickinson:

THE BUTTERFLY upon the Sky,
That doesn’t know its Name
And hasn’t any tax to pay
And hasn’t any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
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Holistic Truth

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I feel that what is important in life… is understanding.  For understanding is life, not something divorced from it.  If you merely look in a second-hand way — that is, according to accumulations and formulated systems/patterns that were handed down to you — then you likely will be far from being a mind that is truly alive and supple.  What is truly alive and supple is not ever the result of rigid, traditional, habitual formulations.  If you follow a rigid, fixed path… you might find comfort, but you will not be what directly perceives truth, and you likely will not be what discovers deep mystery.  That deep mystery is too alive and unconstrained to be able to be touched by what is second-hand, premeditated, and stale. No dead, fabricated path can lead to (or hold) what is true and what is truly living.

Please read my new book, but please do not cling to it.  People who cling to books, to systems, to traditions, to methodologies (in the realm of the psychological and spiritual) are often like flies that get stuck onto stagnant flypaper.  They end up being embedded in the conclusions of others, and there they are forever stuck… not ever realizing, for themselves, what true freedom is.  So please do not turn my book into something to cling to and to help one become “stuck” (to conclusions about life).  Please use my book as a tool for questioning.  Question yourself about how others may have indoctrinated you and molded you to become part of what is rigid, second-hand, and obsolete.

Please wisely go beyond my book and beyond me.  I, Thomas Peace, am not what is important and I am not what you need to focus on.  You are what is important… and you may be so much more than what the supposedly sophisticated intellectuals have told you what you are.  Please go beyond what the cultural pundits have shoveled to you.  Please share my book with others… not to get them to come to presumptions… not to affix more humdrum ideas into their minds — and, it seems, most all the orthodox ideas are rather “humdrum” — but to invite them to prudently question things for themselves.  This questioning may help them to live peacefully and holistically beyond dead conceptualizations, and to fly free (from being secure in the wretched, flat flypaper of stale conclusions).  Please learn, for yourself (and not merely from others) about soaring and flying in true freedom.  Please do not remain embedded in the old, humdrum patterns that the languid status quo adheres to.

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It can also be found by searching for it (via the book’s title) on Amazon.com

In an indirect way, it may be like drinking directly from the Grail cup itself.