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July 15, 2019

The Freedom To Write

Filed under: Book — Cota Farms @ 10:29 am
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I was reading about the death of literature and how people don’t read books anymore, they prefer video. I thought it unfortunate for me since I have recently decided to write a few novels myself. To be fair though the books I’m writing would only appeal to a very few even if it suddenly became trendy to read books. Since I understand and accept that and don’t expect to earn any money from writing, I am free to write what I want and not what is required in order to gain a profitable audience. It is liberating in the same sense that being homeless frees one from the burden of trying to keep a roof over their head or have regular meals.

writing mandala

Most bloggers strive for many thousands of followers, some have greater ambitions and I too thought that was what I wanted but not really. Sour grapes? Perhaps but I don’t think so. Just to be sure I have decided that my novels would be a writing mandala. I was confounded the first time I saw the Buddhists Monks, without hesitation, destroy their works of sand. Those lovely patterns labored over in prayer were created just so that they could be erased. Wow! The more I thought about it the more I saw the wisdom of it. I am no monk nor do I aspire to be one. Fortunately circumstances will allow me to engage in this ritual will little effort on my part. All I have to do is sit back and allow my writing to go unnoticed. This would of course happen anyway but instead of resenting it I will be grateful for it.

Let’s have a go then. “Sour Grapes” is a term from an old children’s parable. Many have heard the phrase but don’t really understand what it means. It is about far more than just a fox telling himself that since he couldn’t have the grapes he desired, he didn’t really want them anyway because they were probably sour. This story is about denial. Denial is one of the most insidious afflictions that is destroying culture, society and mankind. It wears many masks today as does the dark power behind it. We see the deception everyday but don’t recognize it because it is pleasing, beguiling.

The positive thinking mantra is popular these days. We are told that if we have positive thoughts it will in turn bring positive energy to us, improve our self esteem and attract those beautiful people we long to have in our circle of friends. If we faithfully recite the prescribed positive incantations the results will be a healthy, happy and prosperous life. This notion is also among the most popular of all the Christian sects. These churches preach what has become known as the prosperity gospels. God will reward the followers of these churches here and now, no need to wait for heaven, with the good life, being a testament to their piety. You can wrap this up in any colorful paper you chose but this is witchcraft.

People want to be around positive persons, the charismatic. Yes it is true, a merry lie is always welcome while the regretful truth is shunned. Today denial is aided by modern science and a form of media that reaches nearly everyone in every place. We are told by the gurus of the west that reality is what we make it. There are no good or bad things it is only our perspective that needs to be brought into line. It’s all good. Don’t worry be happy. Don’t hate. We only need to evolve. And it goes on and on, the programming, the conditioning, the scam.

And yet there is a glaring error in their fiction. In order for this line of reasoning to work they had to replace the old gods with the new – science for God, evolution for creation. The ideas of right and wrong are abandoned in favor of progressive politics, sexual freedom and profits. But the whole premise of evolution is built on a reality that is not created in the mind of man. There must be actual laws of nature and the physical universe. There has to be consequences for certain actions in order for a lower life form to evolve into a higher one. The theory goes that organisms that developed in a way that aided their ability to survive and adapt are still around. Those that did otherwise perished.

We can’t just simply imagine defying these natural laws to make a world that let’s us do what we want without repercussions. A species that uses sexual reproduction will not thrive if the males pair up with one another. The biology of evolution doesn’t work that way, or so we were told. But now we are told to believe that homosexuality is a natural, positive alternative to traditional human sexuality. A new reality?

I am old enough to remember when gambling was considered a negative behavior, it was counted among the vices. Now it has been elevated from the outlawed and glamorized to serve the state and corporate interests. By the way that is defined as fascism and not liberalism. I am also old enough to remember when history was considered an important tool that could be used to let us know when we were doing things that have proved to be detrimental in the past. Now it seems to be a forbidden subject.

So, if history and evolution were overlaid atop the design of our present society it would be clear that we are dying. We are ancient Rome, can there be any doubt? I’m not writing anything new or profound here I am just writing it, which seems to be new and profound. The irony is that at least on some level we all know this. We are entertained by stories of our own demise. Reality is not what we imagine it to be but the result of our thoughts made manifest.

June 16, 2019

Facing The Wall – Selling The Farm – Part 5

Filed under: Book,The Plan — Cota Farms @ 8:18 pm
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The process of selling the farm has been sadly very much like everything else I’ve planned in this life, surprisingly difficult, discouraging, and even spiteful. Sometimes I’m able to step outside the feeling of self pity (I can’t think of a better phrase right now) and view with fascination how circumstances magically become more difficult as I am able to navigate around lesser problems that I have learned to deal with simply because they were always present and I became used to them. It’s certainly not about greater challenges joining with greater ambition, in fact I very much am trying to do less, have less and be less.

I am strong enough now to resist the platitudes that state we all have these experiences and that life is just like that. No, it is not. We all don’t experience being raped, or wrongly imprisoned. Many of us have never had a drug addition or desired to gun down a room full of people or actually done so. I’m not saying that some people never experience disappointment, but it is obvious that those born into families with great wealth and power have lives that don’t resemble what most of us call life. Likewise, a person who has talent, recognizes that talent and then works at it to become a star athlete or musician will leave this world with other thoughts in their mind than the person who has never read a book that transported them to another world or has an unattractive face.

I have spend much time considering this and how could it be that we humans have anything in common beyond the biology of life. Turtles and hawks are easily grouped together among themselves because we don’t perceive them as having life beyond their particular biology. They act consistently within the established framework (nature) to ensure their continued existence. We humans don’t do that nor do we have very similar experiences across the population as do say Aardvarks. No, life is not just like that and it is completely illogical that we evolved in a way that is contrary to the forces of nature, the same forces that are the primary principles behind the ideology that is the theory of evolution. It is obvious there are other forces in play here, give them whatever name pleases you. I wrote a story (not a lecture) about this – The Souls of Sheep

Once again I find myself facing a wall, the boundary of my ability to pass beyond. What scares me is that my past experience when facing a wall dictates that I will not pass through the wall. Usually I just stand there for a long or short period of time (days, years) eventually moving left or right and sometimes backwards. In those past times I was younger and physically stronger and could endure the ordeal. What happens when you progress beyond your ability to endure? Perhaps that is the definition of death.

June 1, 2019

Oblivion Is Sweet

Filed under: Book — Cota Farms @ 4:23 pm
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In a recent conversation with a friend, the topic of what happens to you after you die came up. Oblivion! Nothing happens, you’re just dead my friend gave me his opinion. The word opinion is important here first of all because it is important to acknowledge that what anyone has to say about the matter is assuredly speculation. Also, that my friend’s opinion on this matter is no less valid than the Pope’s view.

I have given a good deal of time considering the question, what happens later, throughout most of my life. So much more information is available to me now than went I first began to think on this weighty idea. In fact, I now find the whole thought of, what happens later, tedious, exhausting, nihilistic, and just not any fun at all.

In the same conversation that I was having with my friend, the subject came up concerning the sensation associated with being anesthetized for surgery. If you have ever had this experience then you know exactly what I’m speaking of, how you reacted to it is not certain though. Some people may pay little mind to the sensation of having had no time pass as the world goes on without you. This is not simply going to sleep. I believe that this is as close to realizing oblivion as a human can without actually going there not to return.

I gotta say, Oblivion Was Sweet. It was total, final, absolute peace and I didn’t mind it at all. In the seductive embrace of the simulated oblivion I cared not about if this merciful state of peace should be awarded to everyone. I didn’t hate the wicket people of the world, I didn’t even care about those who acted unjustly with me personally. Whatever you did, however you lived your life it was all the same, blissful peace.

The irony of this was so overwhelming it stayed with me, haunted me and now I’m sharing that with you. It seems perfectly reasonable to devise a set of religious doctrines to disavow this possibility. There must be a god accompanied by all the storied hosts of angles to assure us that there is a just ending to this circus, that the unjust are punished and the godly rewarded. Now the irony is multiplied and my mind breaks…

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