People behaving like birds should mark a step forward in the evolutionary capacity of the human race. After all, birds sing melodiously at dawn and dusk, swoop majestically in the open sky and build their nests using only their beaks. I doubt that most humans could build such nests even using two hands.
Do we dulled and listless nine to fiver’s dance through the streets and burst into rapturous song each dawn and dusk? No, no, not we measured and mannered mortals. Our typical daily response to the circadian rhythms of this universe is to reach into our pockets for a mass produced electronically energised plastic gismo, upon which to twitter, tweet and text profound messages to our friends, such as: “what ya doin’ this p.m? I’m nackered – need a drink – how about Soho Brasserie around 7 tonight? Hey – saw jamie this mornin’ – wow he looked wicked! Let his hair grow out and was sporting Nike lace-up’s!” It’s a seriously retarded and poor imitation of the birds version – isn’t it?
If only people could pause long enough to actually listen to the song of the birds, maybe even to marvel at their spontaneous and often balletic flight; or simply peer at one of their nests and reflect on its extraordinary design. But no “No time for that – I never look up – too busy.” The very same reason given for never seeing the poisoned aerosol ploughing of the very sky in which the birds perform their ritual dances. What a telling indictment of the current inhuman condition of modern man.
When we pass – and our spirit transitions to the next domain – there is , I believe, a timeless illuminated kind of moment when we get to see the full picture of how we used our time here on Earth. At our point of transition, we are, if you like, presented with the results of the exam called life: the accumulated contribution – or lack of contribution – that we made to this Universe in the course of manifesting our earthly existence.
In that timeless space beyond physical life and yet before becoming (once again) pure spirit, we are perhaps confronted by that which we really are; the human expression of that immeasurable gift of life which we each carried with us into this world as children; as unconscious, yet supremely potent glassy eyed little God-heads, emerging out of the fecund mother womb. Then, as we grow, carrying forward and nurturing, as best we can, this seed of our limitless potentiality. And ultimately, at that moment of passing, our accumulated earthly truths have their unconditional confrontation with Universal Truth.
At this moment ‘wasted time’ measures up against purposefully utilized time – and whichever swings the scales it’s way – decides our soul’s further progression or regression in the life to come. The positive actions that contributed to the furtherance of the creative potential with which we started this adventure, will lift us higher on our ongoing journey: all that which encourages furtherance of the evolution of this planet into a consciously loving and creative force for the better.
But the first signposts of our initiation appear when we are yet young. For it is then when we first notice the big divisions in the road ahead – and have the task of choosing – or not choosing – to follow the calling of our hearts and our expectant soul. A task which further tests us as we become young adults and gain greater awareness of the contradictions presented by a world at war (with itself) and the ever present potential within each of us to change that condition into it’s opposite.
That is our ‘exam paper’. Forget the stuff that’s called ‘exams’ which we are forced to grapple with in secondary school. They are the distorted and entombed version of the real thing. They are simply a way of by-passing out true rite of passage. A by-pass built by those carrying an ulterior motive: the intention of making sure that we never get the priceless opportunity to stand face to face with our own destiny at a moment when the great majority of our life stands still stands ahead of us.
It is a deliberate and coldly inhuman calculation, designed to harness the majority of mankind to the yoke of unquestioned slavery to the matrix. And if successful, it ensures that a vast swathe of humanity will be tied up in the nine to five sterile work ethic of the status quo for a good part of the rest of their days. A process that also has the affect of holding back the greater evolution of planetary awareness as a whole.
Of course, there is no telling which side of the line those who do succeed in facing their rite of passage will fall. The road of life, even within the confines of the status quo, is not without its twists and turns. Yet opportunities to get onto our true paths are are always present – but are veiled and often disguised by the distractions of the absurd and power hungry paraphernalia of modern living.
So it is that symbolically or actually, much of the ‘civilized’ world is tweeting and twittering its way to oblivion.
And when that day of oblivion finally draws close at hand and its cool breath is felt on the nape of the neck, it will be understood that all earlier attempts to put off honestly confronting and reflecting upon the meaning of life – the passing – and the beginning of the life to come, were a futile and tragically wasteful disregard of our best human energies. The ‘judgement day’ as it is historically known, cannot be anaesthetized. It cannot be erased from existence by wrapping ourselves up in empty discourses and the fashionable superficial banter of our time.
In the end, this is just a way of trying to hide our fear of embracing the bigger life to which our starved souls are directing us.
So to all those bent forward, squinting over their plastic pocket sized electronically enlivened screens, or chatting uselessly on their microwave cell phones – only to then go home only to spend the rest of their evening in front of the mind control screen on the living room wall – I want to say: we have no right to kill the spirit with which we were and are so richly endowed. In the highest spiritual circles, committing suicide is considered a great irreverence and a major karmic burden in lives to come.
More than this even, it is an act of abandonment of our responsibility to take charge of our destinies and make something out of them. To give back to that creative source which gave us life something more than that with which we started – some fine individual expression of our gratitude to our Creator.
It is the growth of manifest spirit which is the true growth in we humans: the increase we make in the number and quality of dancing reflective prisms in the diamond of Life. From the pure unconscious of the child to the forged and sculptured consciousness of the adult – that is our life work.
The preoccupation with ‘economic growth’ is a subconscious and sublimated compensation for a lack of expansion of the spirit and the soul of man; the growth of the divine human which is our true reason to be.
Power, politics and a preoccupation with acquiring material possessions, is the expression of life gone off-course. Of submission to the dark side’s plan for humanity’s slavery.
So if you still insist in twittering away your life – at least twitter something meaningful like: “I’m seeing the sun, renewed, blazing forth as it climbs into the vastness of the morning sky. I feel my soul expanding.. I feel like soaring like a bird, leaping like a gazelle. Today I’m in celebration of life! I’m arranging a meeting with the calling of my destiny – I’m throwing off the shackles of meaningless repression, dear friend, how about you?”
Tweet your way to heaven that way – or don’t tweet at all. Leave it to the birds. For they, at least, only know to communicate in poetry.
JR
