Owning Land

Ever since I can remember I have always loved Native American folklore and their romantic spiritual ideals. In their society I would be a shaman, not an invalid. Theirs is a heartbreaking history. One that has ended in broken spirits and tourist caricatures. The only solace being that all of our collective spirits are broken, not just those on the reservations. We are a sad, broken nation. Crumbling in the vice-like grip of apathy and wickedness.

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If you are a sleepwalker in this world, then you probably would never notice the rancid cage that is modern, cosmopolitan, “civilized” America. You might notice the litter or maybe even a dirty beggar, but you would turn a blind eye as you proceeded to your next transaction in life. Be it for food, clothing, beverage or merry-making. Open the door to one of these highly maintained, capitalistic, consumer havens and all you see is well and nice. So, your world too becomes nice and clean and proper.

I ask that you open your eyes. Actually look at the world you’re in in-between rushing from point A to point B. “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans,” sang John Lennon. I say in rhyme, “Reality lies between your destinations.” This world is still beautiful, but sorrowful and full of our repressed pain.

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Like children selfishly keeping a toy to themselves, so have become our beautiful natural landscapes. Some serious and selfish men have given their time, money and lives and maybe ruined others lives, maybe even have blood on their hands, in the process of attaining that bit of land, so, like hell, you will just waltz in and enjoy it.

This is a tragedy.

A great Christian mystic I am learning, Emanuel Swedenborg duly pointed out that, “He who is in evil, is also in the punishment of evil.” What I imagine when reading that as pertaining to this, is these serious and selfish men may have indeed attained something in evil ways, but they are not free to enjoy it. They are under the punishment of evil.

‘Anyone tormented by the guilt of murder will seek refuge in the grave; let no one hold them back,’ says the Book. I imagine this to be true of many transgressions. Also, ‘Whoever loves money never has enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income.’ All these big land owners are not happy! If they are not happy then they cannot bear to see the happiness of others. It is only human nature. Misery loves company.

They are slaves to their greed, so we, as those under these authorities, are forced to feel their wrath. That is the dark cycle we are under.

The Book shows us the way out of this darkness. ‘Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what little you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”‘ ‘No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.’

It is written that those in authority are chosen by God. So, I can only conclude that the wicked are in power as our punishment. And to get us to look to God. God promised he would never destroy man again, but this power regime bears close resemblance to a swarm of locusts to me.

Pay me no mind, reader, I am in a sore and lonely place in my life at the moment. Maybe everything is as it should be and I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I did have to drive close to three hours just to find a spot to sunbathe and read yesterday. I am venting about that frustration. Forgive me. Go back to bed, America.

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