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Desperation for Material Success

Watching the headlines, one fact becomes immediately clear; the world has a misplaced desperation for success and material gains. 

Can anyone, after watching the lies and testimonies of so-called world leaders, or hearing the banal rants of scrambling opportunists masquerading as news reporters, or even after watching the continued downward spiral into perversity by populist entertainers, harbor any doubt that society is sick?

A madness for success, which hopefully brings riches, has gripped the world more than ever.  And in that race to the top of the dung heap, the world that watches, has become necessarily shallower and emptier, losing much of the beauty of healthy humanity.

Our society is inverted, as are its values.  Individuals should be devoting their lives to becoming more fully developed specimens of god-like humanity, rather than chasing wealth.  Common sense should tell you to be true to yourself, but how many actually can say truthfully that they even know very much about themselves? It isn't possible to "know thyself" unless one takes the time to do so.  That requires periods of time away from the noise of the world, plateaus of quiet, somber thought that grow and elevate one's consciousness.  It can't be done while being bombarded by the twenty-four-seven news cycle or while being blasted by rap tunes or heavy metal, skull-crushing sound.

To begin to know oneself, one must unplug from the world for at least short periods of time, and experience a sense of apparent isolation, before finally beginning to realize one's own self-worth, and to feel the connectedness of all things.  

Success should be based upon excellence as an individual and personal growth, and has nothing to do with material gain. 

The American Holiday

     On this Thanksgiving, our uniquely American holiday, I cannot help but think of all the Midwestern families who have lost their homes and lifetime possessions, and it is therefore very easy to feel lucky and grateful for the good fortunes with which we are mostly graced.  And yet, in their trials and grief, survivors universally find out the same truths: That they did not need all of what they lost, and that their most valued blessings are the people that they love.

     From birth, we are programmed by society to become consummate consumers, work-week toilers whose harvest is a paycheck to spend on everything that we think we need.  But what do we really need?  What values made America great?  It wasn't mobs crashing barriers to get a new I-phone, TV, or laptop computer.  The very values that built the greatest nation on earth are often down trodden today by new agendas proposed by enemies of our original republic.  People who claim to want to "fundamentally transform America" have no respect for the individual.  They prove it by saying that they want to steal the wealth from one individual, "and spread it around a little".  They prove their lack of respect for the individual time and again, from their willingness to murder innocent babies, to their enslavement of all individuals into a massive government health insurance plan, even if it is against the individual's will.

     Our republic, as founded, celebrated the individual and his or her rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  For now, at least, we still have the power in America to fight for individual freedom within the laws given to us by our forefathers.  We can be thankful of that, just as we can be thankful that we have loved ones, even if we have no home.

God bless all individuals, and god protect and preserve the republic.
  

Thank you for the many blessings that have been bestowed upon America, and help guide us to better days for all free men and women.
  

Happy Thanksgiving, to one and all.

 

Thank you for the Leaves

 

I had been in a funk for several days.  Both of my twin granddaughters were recently diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at two years old.  My wife was in London attending a meeting of world-wide paper-pushers, aspiring to become someone that I won't know or like; a bureaucrat.  My business performance had been not up to my liking, and my whole life seemed pretty much a waste of the potential I was given at birth.  I was entertaining thoughts of how best to exit this planet, and to leave behind all of its madness.

The constant barrage of bad news from the media; the pathetic excuses for leaders around the globe; the hopelessness of starving millions; the murder of other innocent millions; the Fukushima disaster and what comes next; the suffering of jobless Americans in the richest country in the world; the senseless murder of millions of animals gobbled up by voracious meat-eaters who never saw a vegetable that tasted as good as a cheeseburger.

The insane whine of the world seemed like a flashing hotel light that that wouldn't give me any rest.  Many methods of escape are possible, but few appeal to me.  Perhaps climbing a distant mountain and freezing at the top would be one nice exit.  I could lie there undisturbed, and look out at the physical beauty of this world, unperturbed by what was happening below.  That seemed better than just walking north until I froze, since I wouldn't want to be eaten by polar bears or wolves, before I died.

Better to leave on one's own terms, I thought, than to wait and suffer the indignities of a frail old age.  These were the thoughts that ruminated within my skull all week, growing like an approaching storm, that darkened my mind.  Then today, I walked outside in my backyard, and looked up at the skyline in front of my house.

The trees had turned bright with colors and were glowing brilliant in the morning sun.  One was luminescent yellow, and another deep gold.  Still another was lit with shades of orange and pink.  They were too beautiful to ignore.  Instantly, I was temporarily relieved of my departure plans.  This world is too beautiful to exit just yet.  My good feelings caused me new thoughts.  What was it about just seeing these colors that made me feel so good?  Why did I think it so beautiful?  Would someone else think the same?  

I remembered my ailing father in the time before his death, and he would have told me that the colors meant nothing at all to him.  But he was well ready to depart, his chosen tasks completed, and he was missing my mother, who had passed before him.  So the colors don't save everyone.  Nevertheless, they saved me from my week-long funk and blew wind back into my sails.

There's a lot I can still do to help out in this world.  I'm not ready to leave just yet.

Logical Individualism

People like labels, because it makes it easy to identify things.  This applies to everything in life, and we mimic the laws of nature by trying to do things in the simplest way possible, with the least effort, and so that we expend a minimal amount of brain power.  Except consciousness does not follow the laws of thermodynamics, and is in fact a type of negative entropy, where thoughts follow successive layers of integration, becoming more and more complex.  Higher levels of consciousness are determined by these successive integrations piled one on top another, until our thoughts sometimes become exceedingly complex.

Most of mankind's troubles are caused by misinformation, crooked ideas that are promulgated by distortions of reality, creating a distortion in the truth matrix which represents it.  These distortions limit our ability to integrate reality successfully, and falsify our perception of facts successively, so that we effectively build a house of cards in our thoughts that is subject to manipulation, confusion, and deception, and which can destroy our very lives.

Sneaky miscreants in the world take advantage of these defects in individuals' thinking abilities and lead entire populations astray, creating wars, famines, social unrest and worldwide strife on a planet that should be a Garden of Eden. However, there is a way to purify our thoughts and expunge falsehoods from our minds, a way to cleanse ourselves of the many diseased thoughts that are programmed into our minds since birth, so that we can become the godlike creatures that men and women are intended to become.

The label that defines and therefore pigeonholes for easy reference this methodology of truth and self-analysis is logical individualism.  It is based upon logic and the universal truth that all conscious individuals have undeniable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  The founders of the United States were centuries ahead of the rest of the world, when they spelled out these rights in the American Declaration of Independence.  Unfortunately, what they were not able to do was to give their new nation an infallible method of thinking that would protect and preserve those principles for all time.

Thus, America has always been at risk, and has always been under attack, often successfully, by those who would enslave the individual for their own personal gain.  Creeping socialism, Nazism, religious cults, and selfish stupidity have all at one time or another, and in varying degrees, captivated segments of the nation, and impeded mankind's ultimate progress in its ascension to higher levels of consciousness.

In order for the rights of the individual to remain sacrosanct, a correct methodology and manner of thinking must be adopted so that people cannot be led astray.  Logical individualism recognizes the sovereignty and immutable rights of the individual, while it teaches to build primary logic modules that can be integrated into a powerful picture of reality composed of interlocking puzzle pieces that once assembled cannot be distorted or collapsed by liars, cheaters, and social miscreants.

Revisiting Hyper-consciousness

Some years ago, when writing about hyper-consciousness, I heralded it as being something that I looked forward to, and something that as aided with electronics would be a wonderful leap forward for humanity. I envisioned it as an internet of minds, electrically linked, directly using new technologies.  However, re-reading what I wrote previously, I think my initial optimism was fallacious.

There are several problems that would immediately crop up.  The first is one of brain function and the level of consciousness of the individual.  Individuals on different levels of consciousness would not be able to comprehend one another's thoughts any better than they can communicate verbally.  We are all locked into our own individual levels of consciousness and understanding.  I can't make a sixth-grader see my big-picture view of the world anymore than a one-hundred year old man could pass his wisdom directly on to me efficiently.  Yes, he might send me mental images and emotions that I would understand, but would they have the same significance to me as they did to him?  It seems doubtful.

Furthermore, since we don't process in parallel in our minds, but instead serially (one thought at a time), unless we can learn to think differently, the immediate access to a thousand or a million other minds, does not seem very useful. 

In fact, the more I think on it, it seems that the greatest jump would come from artificial or enhanced intelligence users.  If my brain could be modified to work as the subconscious mind does, then I could see many thoughts in parallel, and even compare them.  I can do this sometimes in my dreams but that is probably only because most other senses are "turned-off" during sleep.  And more than that, I think that the super-intelligence of the subconscious mind is what is really generating the rapid fire, high-detail dreams that I often enjoy.  For I know full well that I cannot possibly imagine things in such vivid detail, nor concoct such complex plots of stories at breakneck speed.

Machines, on the other hand, can do very well at processing data at such high speeds, so if I were able to enhance my mind with electronic speed, and learn parallel processing of thoughts, perhaps then, I might benefit from the hyper-conscious mind Internet that I envisioned.  But an advanced robot might be more practical.  The problem is, where does that leave me?

I would immediately become inferior to a conscious machine, in my ability to process the hyper-conscious mind  Internet.  To that machine, I would then seem perhaps merely a mentally-challenged primitive.

Another vision of the hyper-conscious, electronically enabled mind internet might be one of complete vexation, as me trying to talk logically to a room full of misguided people.  That would be terrible, and worse than trying to tune out multiple heterodyned carrier waves from congested AM shortwave stations.

Or you might say it would feel like a conservative speaking to a room filled with progressives.  That is not something I would want to experience.  Perhaps hyper-consciousness is a dish best tasted by the solitary, individual mind.  Only time will tell. 

The Demise of America

Who do you blame?

When you see an idea dying, smothered by evil forces from every direction; when you see a gift from God and the minds of great good men wither and choke, the breath of freedom becoming shallow and strained, weaker with each passing day; when you see good, hard-working people robbed of their wealth and enslaved in a never-ending spiral of debt, endlessly working from cradle to grave, chasing the dream that was America, but which has morphed into a distortion of that which made it so great.

Who do you blame?

It's not easy to immediately see how we got here, because it has occurred over many generations, a growing cancer and blight in our society, which many thought we were rid of, but which never died and now has metastasized into a malignancy that threatens to destroy America as a bastion of freedom and as the champion of individuality and personal dreams.

It is never one man, just as Hitler was not the cause of Nazism. In fact, it has been an erosion, a constant demoralization of all the principles and ideals that made this country greater than its own reality at any instant. America has always been greater than itself, buoyed up by the dreams of millions of freedom-loving individuals who knew that their best hope for a brighter future for themselves and their posterity lay here on these shores.

Who do you blame?

Not the millions of brave Americans who have sacrificed their lives in so many wars to preserve our way of life, and many times to help free others from the yoke of tyranny. And not the millions of hard-working parents who have worked all their lives to provide a better life for their children, and who have done their best to set good examples for those children by their own behavior.

Who  then, do you blame?

There is an "Invisible Tyranny" that stalks us all, a set of circumstances into which all individuals are born.  Blame this tyranny that constantly enslaves mankind to ill-conceived principles, false truths, and bad logic.  Blame the "Invisible Tyranny" for the death of good common sense in individuals, and the proliferation  of wars and wide-scale murder on our planet.  There are many evil leaders and miscreants, but it is the Invisible Tyranny that is the final slave master over all individuals.

"The Invisible Tyranny" will soon be exposed.