A fool to believe...

I recently posted a rambling rant on truth...

Maha Maya (with thanks)

But... what do I know about truth? I'd rather look on my beloved Maya. Isn't she beautiful?
p.s. I sent the other post back to Draft where it can stare at itself forever.

What is?

Listening to Jed McKenna again, again, and here's the pressing statement that seems to pop up continuously in my life like a slap in the face to remind me I waste my days in Maya.

The darling and beautiful Maya... Who would ever want to look the other way? (with thanks)

 Here's the words from the beginning of tape 3 (Spiritual Enlightenment the damnedest thing)

“Truth exists my mind was shrieking, it doesn’t matter what it is or where it is. Somewhere somehow there is truth. I don’t care if it’s in Christianity or Judaism or Islam or the most despised cult in the deepest bowels of depravity. It exists and I will not spend another minute of my life flailing blindly around in the filth or miasma of the universe for any other reason than to find it.

The universe isn’t vague and ignorant, I am vague and ignorant.

Something is true and it doesn’t matter what it is. I am not going to be false any more. I have not even the slightest trace of the slightest reservation about the fact that I would rather suffer and die figuring out what is true than continue this life as a slave to lies and ignorance” 

Whew! Oh Yeh! What got this ball rolling again? Surrounded by lies, myth, deluded rationalization if only I could shut my eyes and enjoy the luxury of being white and living in a wealthy comfortable country. Damn!

What got me listening to that damned fool... so called Jed McKenna (a myth himself) Oh yeh that's right! I had to go and watch Apocalypse Now, again, again! 

Frustrated by dealings with politicians, hypocritical religios, business magnates, sellout, money grubbers and wasters of life and limb I felt compelled to watch that film again!

And 

Captain Willard said:

 "...It's a way we had over here of living with ourselves. We cut 'em in half with a machine gun and give 'em a Band-Aid. It was a lie. And the more I saw them, the more I hated lies."

And Walter E. Kurtz said:

"We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's obscene."

"...And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you will do this for me." 

And I got a glimpse, through a crack in the curtains, of truth; and Maya whispered in my ear... "Don't look there dear there's nothing for you in that, come back to me, be comfortable and in peace, don't trouble yourself with the lines that flicker across the screen, enjoy the show and relax."....


 But still the babies are crying and imprisoned in gulags on sinking islands in the pacific

Painting of " Ghulam Sakhi Hazara " Hazara artist .

Still the ancient burial grounds and remnant sanctuaries of green are bulldozed while politicians announce "Oh the cleverness of ME!"

The destruction of land preserved for conservation back in the 70s. Who knows what fate the graves

Hard fought for but easily lost (Land set aside for conservation and recognized site of a burial ground)

And still the oil companies fracture and poison the sacred ground under our feet

http://www.ecnt.org/campaigns/dont-frack-territory

Oh Maya darling... Morpheus if you were to offer me the blue pill now how tempted I would be!