Fucking hippies! I’m fed up with the lack of respect those of us with choices apply toward them. So many suffer impossible inescapable predicaments of health, economics, and social order. But the savvy free that pick at their stables of richness haven’t the sense to bow their heads in gratitude and offer silent thanks with the rigor of their methods.
I’m talking about the “it’s all good” lingering hugs smiling eyes sage burning flower children of the 21st century who fancy in the hodge-podge regalia of absurdity that frees them from their more-likely-than-not privileged origins. These are the folks who spin their minds around pointless realizations of reality and the universe. Those who rape and sodomize sacred traditions with a weekend workshop and a lifetime of Sanskrit namedropping. These are the folks who dwell and nit-pick on the self-righteous scheme that serves their leaky identities while actually contributing nothing. These are the folks who feel their own peace of mind, but do nothing to offer it to those who can’t have it so easily.
It’s always a surprise to me that people choose to read my blog. Most of it is me prodding the ether with my internal heat or momentary pulse of creativity. I never claim that it’s truth or endorse its value as a readable pastime. But perhaps this time there will be an effect. I can only hope.
Listen. Think about what’s going on. Consider how you fit in. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Go deeper than the first twinkling idea that keeps you mesmerized like an optimized monkey. Get the heart of the matter. Understand other peoples’ experience. I assure you it’s not like yours. Suffering exists everywhere. So does truth. Neither one requires a transatlantic flight to find.
Accept that vibration means oscillation and that oscillation means a little of this and a little of that. You’ll never be permanently stable or full of joy. You could be content with what you get. You could aim your efforts at balance. And if you choose to do so, you will no doubt discover that other people are a great part of that balance. And you will strive to respect them.
Once in a while you will meet someone special. Someone learned, experienced, kind and generous. Someone who is willing to teach you their ways. Not someone rubber stamped with the legacy money of an academic marketing firm. But someone with practical know-how - the goods. And when you do, by all means offer them the respect they deserve.
I am lucky to have a phenomenal set of teachers whom I currently study herbal medicine with. Essentially all of them got to where they are by scraping and clawing and pushing against relentless impediment. And still they offer their services with a smile. Yet I’m embarrassed to say how many times I’m the only one who shows up, even though the registry is full of commitment. People wander in 30, 40, 90 minutes late. Or many never show up at all. Of course there are circumstances, emergencies, demands that can’t be averted. But I know for a fact that this is not the primary issue. The issue is a looseness of will. A feeling that softness of the heart means softness of the mind. Fuck that shit and send it back to where it came from.
We are the people who get it. Who feel love and have the fantastically good fortune of being able to do something about it. Wake up goddamn it! Do the right thing, get there on time, take the generosity of those who aim to help you, be grateful, and cut the hippie crap.
Thank you.
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