Looking Forward

An excerpt from the fictional tales of Demagogue and Fugue.

I’m looking forward to Trump’s America. It’s going to be great. The best. In life, there’s winners and losers, I’m a winner. By whatever clever means, I’m going to get mine — that’s just smart. Paying others is for suckers. More for me.

Finally, ugly old hags will be shamed into hiding. Nothing but beauty-queen caliber gals out in public. Relationship not cutting it, time for an upgrade. When women and other-colored folks know their place, I’ll be on top.

I love talking over people. I love telling people they’re worthless. I feel powerful. A king in my shiny gold castle. What I say, goes. The weak deserve what they get, and I’ll take what they have left. HA!

It’s time the world knows that men like me are in charge. Foreigners smell funny. It’s about time they know that. They’ll be begging to come here, but we won’t let them. Nope, not one. Except the pretty ones.

In Trump’s America, even little men like me will be looked up to. The money will be pouring into my pockets. Pouring like a slot-machine on triple cherries. I win! America wins when money leads the way.

Spiritual Shedding

An excerpt from the fictional tales of The Wandering Monk.

Running from distress,
we fall, spilling the poison.
Now fill with what’s good.

(in other words)
Many are not drawn to the spiritual life by way of a resplendent star lighting their path. Nay, many feel the hot flames licking their heels and thus run from the torment. But when fleeing, stumble, and are consumed by fire. Yet what burns is not the eternal essence within, but the toxicity that caused such pain. Now reborn from the ashes, free of confusion, look to the light, nourishing with wholesome rays.

Essential Recognition

If someone loses limbs, they’re still who they are. If major organs are replaced, they’re still basically them. So at what point do they stop being themselves? Even if they could respond with only beeps triggered by brain-waves, we’d still probably consider them present. There seems to be an essence that defines them, and if they are unable to express that essence, then perhaps at that point they’re no longer themselves.

Something that seems crucial, is the ability to recognize others. Look at non-human entities for instance. We love that animals recognize us and actively display that recognition. If a robot were to recognize and specifically acknowledge us, then we would likely develop an affinity for it, seeing it as human-like. If at any point the recognition ceases, we’d likely sense an empty feeling within ourselves, a lonliness.

What we need from our exterior world is recognition that we exist. For some reason we doubt, then we seek a means to relieve that sensation of not-being. Sometimes we attempt to leave a mark, a graffiti of sorts. We oftentimes want to poke some aspect of the world and get a reaction. If we’re in front of a desktop-computer for instance, how do we know it’s responsive unless we wiggle the mouse and witness the moving cursor.

Yet to think about it, we appear to be watchers of our own lives, often recalling aspects that happened in our personal history. There’s self-recognition by our consciousness. And without this self-awareness, we’d be automatons never noticing ourselves — it is recognition that makes existence worthwhile. What use is anything without some form of appreciation? And so it is our role to appreciate our own existence.

But what exactly do we want to watch? It seems that we’re tuned for observing ourselves expressing our essence. In fact we tend to feel an angst if we fail to witness ourselves expressing our underlying inclinations. We enter life as if programmed for a particular path. This is the channel we’ve turned to and we really want to see the expected outcome — we want authenticity. So let’s give ’em what they came for.

Haunting Thoughts

An excerpt from the fictional tales of The Daily Beacon.

Dear Rich, my mind is filled with a constant chatter that haunts my days. I’m wracked with anxiety, frustration, and self-doubt — among other things. It’s like my thoughts continually torture me with hurtful images of my past and my imagined future.

Dear reader, I can relate. It wasn’t that long ago that I had similar issues. Nowadays though, my mind is much cleaner. There’s still a thought-stream running through, but it’s not nearly as polluted. You see, I regularly monitor my thoughts and discard the trash.

The first step was recognizing that thoughts themselves can be worthless. I used to think every thought had merit, but no more — there are constructive thoughts and destructive thoughts.

The second step was defining which was which. Constructive thoughts are those that contribute to a satisfied state of mind. Destructive thoughts are those that induce a distressed state of mind. I could tell the difference by how I felt while entertaining a particular thought.

The third step was assigning these labels to each thought that passed through my mind. It seems tedious, but gets much easier and automatic over time. Sometimes I’d just sit quietly while thoughts poured in and I’d get to work. Other times I’d notice an unpleasant mood and determine which thoughts preceded it and assigned the appropriate label.

The fourth step was to dismantle each destructive thought. I could pluck it out of my thought-stream (simply stop thinking it) — or if it persisted, I could demolish it with logic. By any philosophical means, I would find some way to prove each destructive thought flawed, and not worthy of my attention.

This process brought me out of the negative and into the neutral. To get to the positive, I had to get philosophical. Essentially I had to stop believing in a concrete reality. That seems extreme, but it’s necessary. I was a pessimistic realist for decades, so I had to overcome those dour tendencies somehow.

Happy people are hopeful and trust in an underlying goodness to life — and so I needed to find a perspective that allowed me to do the same — and it worked, nowadays I am a much happier person. Thoughts come and go and I decide the metric by which to judge, I decide which are allowed to linger, and I set the scene in which they reside.

I’m not flawless at all this of course, but it has made quite the difference in my quality of life. So dear reader, that’s my story, perhaps it can help you in some similar way.

Dissolving Division

The most shocking and horrific tragedies within the historic narrative result from the dehumanization of victims. The opposite of this cruel division, is the union of humanity — in other words: oneness, seeing all as worthy components of the whole.

The goal of the good therefore, is to unite mankind — for blessed are the peacemakers. It is the gentle among us, those advocating harmony and cooperation, that truly align with the will of creation. Strife is a condition born of error: seeing separation where none exists.

We must demolish within ourselves the significance of difference. That something is not like another is the delightful diversity of life, a celebration of creativity — but to assign value to these particulars is an offensive act — man has no right to judge such precedence.

Prejudices have always been fashionable, changing across time and culture, demonstrating their lack of factual basis. So it is labels and their application that warps men’s minds. To end this evil, such divisive definitions of false hierarchy must be destroyed. We must look at others as reflections of ourselves. Beyond superficialities, we are all equally existing.

Material Malaise

An excerpt from the fictional tales of The Daily Beacon.

Dear Rich, if I’m seeking enlightenment, must I really dismiss the idea of a material world?

Yes, dear reader, but don’t take it so seriously. It’s not like the world will evaporate before your eyes. You won’t lose the ability to appreciate beautiful landscapes. Smells still tantalize. Food is flavorful. Relationships retain their bonds.

Think of enlightenment as the pinnacle of logical thought. You no longer believe in hearsay evidence, only in what you can personally prove. But upon further investigation, it turns out that your senses often relay false information. It further turns out that your random thoughts lack veracity. So in the final analysis, you can prove nothing. You can’t even prove there’s a physical world.

What you know is that existence itself exists. You can also discern things you like. It makes sense to focus on those things while ignoring the rest. Things that induce anxiety and frustration are ignored. Whereas in a material world, you can’t ignore the danger lurking everywhere lest you succumb — that’s a harsh reality.

But a realm of pure existence lacks limitations, stimuli comes and you’re allowed to shape its final form. You’re allowed to trust in the goodness of life. Instead of the preset canvas of a material world, you’re given the freedom to create your own vision of life. By dismissing the physicality of so-called realty, life opens to interpretation — and from there, select the most satisfying explanation.

Hungry Hole

An excerpt from the fictional tales of The Gentleman from Massachusetts.

Good government is a body that carries out the collective will of the people. A government that fails in that task is not a government of the people, but one of rapacious men. In such parasitical politics, particular individuals gain at the expense of the whole, fulfilling their own needs while leaving others to languish.

If parts within a society want for nutritious food, it is guaranteed that ravenous wolves rule the roost. Who amongst us wishes for any other to go without sustenance? Rise coward, and speak your frivolous words — else by your silence consent to this humane right. In a land of excess, it is the highest shame for so many to lack access to the best of what Earth offers.

If budgetary numbers fail to add up, who should pay that price? What should be cut? Shall it be the nutrients of those most vulnerable? This is simply not the choice that good people make. Only those so blind to the human condition can fathom such a devilish deal. How can one knowingly indulge in extremes while others lack even the minimum?

Only in ignorance is such inhumanity possible. But ignorance has a cure, does it not? With knowledge of suffering, mankind learns empathy. And once understood, those with the most gladly give of their gains to a government directed to distribute fair shares of Earth’s bounty. This is no idyllic thought by the way, but a return to our very history.

Yet as we the people are wont to do, our progress often backslides. Our halls of government are regularly overrun by the selfishness of those seeking personal prosperity. There is no scarcity of resource, but of love and respect for fellow beings. Yet at our core, we the people want ALL to be fed with wholesome foods, of this there can be no doubt.

Let those wishing to argue over dollars and cents do so at THEIR expense. Feed the people first.