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Angry Mountain

“What are you doing my young friend?”

“Is it not obvious?”

“You are spending considerable energy striking the ground with that shovel. You remind me of an angry mountain about to erupt. Come, sit with me, the garden looks stunning; many varieties of flower sharing one space.”

Slowly, the thuds of the shovel ceased. The young man looked exhausted.

What took you to the point of venting anger on the beloved earth?

“A neighbor.”

“Once again, earthly troubles placed at a neighbors’ door. What did she do?

“She doesn’t get involved except to calm his anger. He is unreasonable, his anger boils when things don’t go his way.”

“Tell me about him.”

“There’s not much to say. He occasionally lives in the house next door. I have no problem with that but wonder if that’s where his lies. He told me about things he’s had; property he owns and how wealthy he is.

When they visit, he expects life to stop accommodate his. It’s like the lord of the manor has arrived.”

The old man laughed to himself and stepped into the flowers.

“See how they move when I walk among them. Nothing I do halts their progress unless I step on one or pull it from the ground. All they need are minerals from the earth, water, air and sunlight. Humans are similar; each have basic needs but perceived unmet, they reach out and search.

Some have more than they need and want more. They don’t wish to see somebody better-off so, they collect and hoard. Do you remember our talk about competition?”

“Where does the anger of one man connect to that?”

“Something in his past has brought about insecurity. He needs to eclipse everybody’s sun because he’s jealous of their daylight. He compares himself to others and sees them as his competition.

Possibly developed from one instance in his life but allowed to go unchecked, it has grown out of proportion. “

“I understand and relate although I don’t identify with anger. I once found myself in a loveless relationship and didn’t realise I substituted it with ‘things.’  Nice cars, holidays, clothes . . . “

“You still do that my friend. Did anybody ever say, ‘be better, do better . . . ‘“?

The young man laughed without humor. “It is a mantra echoing around my mind since my early years.”

“The man next door brings challenges to your ego which reminds you of the mantra. Push it aside my friend and forget about the neighbor. Friendship is not an option so, blow him away with a tender heart like you would a dandelion clock.

Time

Sat by a campfire in the wilderness, the young man and his old friend talked beneath a blanket of stars.

“What time is it?” The old man asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t own a watch.” The younger man looked at his wrist.

“Why did you do that? You don’t own a time-piece.

“I used to; habit I guess.”

“You clearly think about time my young friend.”

“Yes, I must. Everything I do is geared to time. Preparing for work in the morning. Going to appointments. Knowing when it will be the weekend.”

“So, time is subjective; a tool used to measure events?”

“Yes, I suppose so, but if I try to live outside time, I will be at odds with the world.”

“Very well; forget about the world and consider this. There is no such thing as time; it’s a human construct. When you think about your past, you experience present memories of things that were or still are if you dwell upon them. Now consider your future. If you harbour those dwelled upon memories your mind may then predict or expect things to come.”

“What’s your point?”

“Simple my young friend. By confining yourself to your own limited slice of existence you waste the brief space of life you have.

Assimilate memories into experience if they are useful. If not, use them as warning flags or discard them. Do the things you must do and create steps to carry you forward. Don’t be wasteful, if you are, you squander your life. Heaven knows so many complain that life is too short.

Memories

Near the summit of a high mountain, a young man sat in a rocky alcove.  Wandering the universal consciousness, he came across an old man. They greeted one another as friends do, and the old man bid his friend to follow him toward the summit. It wasn’t long before the elder pointed out a way-mark.

“Those rocks are memories from your current life. Do you see anything in particular?”

“Yes,” said the young man. “A light shining through the rocks.”

Indeed, there was a small point of light shining through a gap halfway up the way-mark which stood at about two metres tall.

“An old,  insignificant memory holding you back. You have no further need of it. Take a rock from the ground and use it to block out that light.”

The younger man did as his friend instructed and they walked away.

A Cliché

“Never give up.” It’s probably one of  the most cliché phrases we see on The Internet, family, friends and colleagues repeat it too. It might be argued that for many, it’s a heavily ‘drummed in’ mantra. Sadly though, people do give up and often rising stars disappear into the back of our memories before they achieved their full ‘stardom.’ Maybe they were never meant to in the first place.

I often remind myself never to give up but the question is; never give up on what? For me, it is the path I am following during this life and it is the only thing I will never give up on. At any time, there are a number of projects that I might be involved with and some of those will eventually be shelved or completely thrown away.

There are things I will never discard, they are simple. I believe in peace and will do whatever I can to promote it. I respect people regardless of their beliefs because we are all universal beings and we have love at our cores. Good or bad, the rest is life.

Wow, there are four sentences in that last paragraph and they are fraught with possibilities of so many interpretations. The third in particular raises a few issues and that’s putting it mildly.

Do I respect terrorists? Pedophiles? Rapists? Donald Trump?

No, I do not. But while some of their behaviors aren’t consistent with my ideas of positive humanity, I still recognize that they are universal beings, albeit with a problem or two. The main one being ‘fear.’

There is no point in delving deeply into the fear of each individual. I can’t do that anyway, I don’t know their circumstances. But I will ask you to spend a few moments considering this idea of ‘fear’ as a motivator for particular behaviors. Like, never giving up.

The fear of failure makes people give up. The fear of putting self in the spotlight. Fear of the unknown. Fear of jumping into the mix with people who one perceives as being highly successful. I could go on all day and not run out of fears. So what motivates fear?

A simple answer to that question is experience. Our ego reminds us of something from our past and we respond to the urges of the ego by giving up. This is why we need to listen to the voice of our intuition, soul, whatever you wish to call it. It knows peace and love, hope, charity, understanding and most of all, it knows the path you need to follow.

The ego does its level best to protect you but all it has is experience and some of that may not be so good. Take racism for example. It’s something that has to be learned from some sort of experience. You may have read that racism is a very negative and hurtful response to people yet experience tells you otherwise.

So, where does the “Never Give Up” mantra fit into this? Simple really. If you have found the quiet yet self-assured voice of your soul, intuition . . . keep listening. If not, listen harder, the voice is there, you can trust it. Never give up on yourself but sometimes you have to let go of people or things that don’t sit comfortably on your path.

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