I’m conscious that a lot of stuff we write as bloggers soon gets buried, and unless our tags are as hot as the current A list female celeb’s bosoms, our thoughts become like the tired old newsprint headlines of yesterday and which we next see on the counter of the chip-shop being used as fish- wrap. So, I’ve been digging back, meditating on my stuff, and if you’ll forgive me, I’d just like to put a place marker here, a few paragraphs dredged from the archives, and of particular significance to the run of my thoughts this evening. I dust them down, wonder why they caught my eye, and reblog them with a view more to self provocation than revelation:
I believe the turn of the nineteenth century saw us on the threshold of a new understanding of the nature of man, but two world wars blew all that away and an era of utilitarian globalization and consumerism seemed to get sucked into the vacuum that was left behind. Technically we’ve advanced beyond all recognition in a hundred years, but spiritually, psychologically, we’ve gone nowhere at all, and when we look at the stuff the late Victorians and Edwardians uncovered, we’re tempted to smile indulgently and say – well it was all a long time ago, so it can’t possibly be reliable can it?
Basically, I think the world we can see has a flip-side, and that’s the unconscious plane which, as the likes of Blake and Wordsworth and Coleridge taught us, is a real place that you can visit if you have a mind to, or you can fall into it by accident, through a gap in time like I did in the Newlands Valley.
We’re all connected to it. We have no choice. We are alive, we are conscious, thinking beings, but this thing we call the brain is not the seat of consciousness, more of a one way valve through which a little bit of us is squirted into awareness when we’re born, and which also prevents us from flowing back into the endless ground of being from where we came. But sooner or later, that valve falls apart, we flow back, and then we wake up to who and what we truly are.
I’ll be pondering further on this in the coming week.
Thank you for your indulgence.
Graeme out.
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Ah!! Ryan, thank you for that “like”, but really – and I’m sorry to say this – it was bit slow – at least ten seconds. Internet lagging in your locale, is it? Too bad. Your fellow MLM scammers can do much better than that and I suggest you seriously up your game – either that or just wise up and get an ordinary job like everyone else.
Nice Gravatar pic btw. I suggest you smarten yourself up a bit for the interview though.
Ah,… and Mr Seeber. Again. You’ve liked me before I think. Very late to the party indeed – at least a minute – even enough time to have actually read my stuff. Nothing better to do this evening? Your Gravatar pic makes you look more dynamic than poor Ryan here, very sporting I’d say and above all astonishingly successful,… why wouldn’t I want to follow in your footsteps, dear boy!
Apologies to genuine bloggers. I must be out of sorts this evening. This is really driving me nuts.