The Revolution will not be Televised


What feels like a tangible stronghold of power and “establishment absolutism” is merely an illusion of what we see on the surface. Daily we are reminded of its “might” and there is great influence to allude us. Look at the television, look at the newspaper; the branches appear to stretch high above and all around. But it is a structure set upon a shaky foundation, as it is not grounded in truth. Without authenticity, all efforts to convince are undermined by the fact that there is nothing to hold it up when a strong wind threatens this apparition.

On the other hand, there is true strength in collective. We the tiny blades of grass on the crust of the Earth are numerous and have an expansive network that covers huge distances below. We are nurtured by one another expending individual effort to grow deeper, and to create meaningful shifts in current reality by standing for a common cause. Because we inherently know it is the birthright of every living being to be free of suffering and to have a fair chance at a happy life experience.

Though we have often stood in the shade of what seems to be an entity too big for us to challenge, we mustn’t forget that if we are vast in number and skill. From such a realization we are strengthened to continue to gust for the sake of justice, truth, and love. Working as a collective, there is no option for surface illusion but to shatter.


“For a successful revolution it is not enough that there is discontent. What is required is a profound and thorough conviction of the justice, necessity and importance of political and social rights.” ~ B.R. Ambedkar

(Image concept from a sketch by Ali Farzat)


Waking Beauty

A spell was cast upon all of the land, cursing everyone into a deep sleep. Centuries passed, many lives spent in the drone of daily hibernation. And then it happened, beauties far and wide began to awaken. Yawning, arms stretched to the sun’s morning rays; they laughed at their many futile expectations for a prince to come along and quench a deep thirst for meaning. The kiss came from within. After all, it was they themselves who had uttered the malediction believing themselves unworthy of love. It broke the spell with an anecdote of forgiveness and pure compassion. A lifetime spent awaiting a simple incantation: All is love.

Flipped Classroom

The numbing roar: searching and seeking and occupying the mind trying to predicting outcomes. Daily cycles, consistently present. A paralyzing force that keeps us distracted from exploring deeper into that core of our awe and sense of adventure.

It turns somewhere. When fantasy begins to blur and disinigrate before our eyes. And we start losing it. It is fleeting and we sense it. It is solidified during the physical in-between of adolescense: childhood to adulthood. The body and physic mind muddled, how easy it must be to capture a human in this state and form him? Teach out of him his intuitive wonder. Psychologists and scientists will no doubt document the necessity of this phase in life. And well-intentioned adults act as the conduits, the spirit guides for the transition. But who gave us the authority? Our own prejudices infused into every lesson.

Helping the little being to understand he is a race, he has a socioeconomic standing in society; inherited (luckily or otherwise) by his family. How to distinguish, separate and identify himself in comparison to his playmates.

As commonplace as seeing a kindergarten classroom full of students in front of one teacher should be a group of grownups sitting before the little child. Her authentic instruction seemingly non-linear, but ringing with the truth of a far off memoir, a book we lost or packed away with our firetrucks and barbie dolls. Shhhh… hush your voice and your inner incessant dialogue when she speaks. There is something very important for you to hear.

Certainly Uncertain

“The desire for safety stands against every great and noble enterprise. If uncertainty is unacceptable to you it turns into fear. If it is perfectly acceptable, it turns into increased aliveness, alertness and creativity.” ~Eckhart Tolle
Lately I have been entertaining a lot of ideas of the “whole” self, but not as such a phrase may sound. I have actually allowed my mind to drift into places like; “What if I were in an accident and as a result I lost one of my legs?” “What if something happened that my face was maimed badly and for the rest of my time on this planet, it was my so called ‘earthly’ identity with which I will present to the rest of the world?” 

And with these questions, I have really delved into the psyche to push myself to truly understand my attachments to this form. I envisioned these things and allowed my consciousness to identify as such. If I could not just step outside to take a run along the Mississippi. If everyone I met struggled with my appearance before getting to know me. 

And so it came to pass that with my attention here – or no coincidence at all – I stepped on a very long piece of glass which pierced the bottom of my right foot. (Recently I have made a strange deduction that all of my injuries which have required a cast or stitches or staples have occurred on that side? But that is another story.) And for the start and remainder of a night I had awaited with anticipation (a beach party in Lebanon) I must surrender myself to limited mobility and intense pain. And looking back, I am not as assured of how I internalized it as I thought I might be. Though, I think I was pretty cool and I DID rock the remainder of the night and next day, I am sure that some of the egoic patterns in my head were not of the caliber that I had “expected” them to be. 

In hindsight, I can understand that no one is ever fully prepared for any type of loss, or they would become a “stone Buddha” as Alan Watts often calls this state of existence (which by the way, isn’t really possible!) And thank goodness. I am more okay with the fact that I embrace my unconscious moments, and love who I am because I have done the internal legwork (no pun intended) to get there, then to arrive at that point I had envisioned through all of my meditations and other practices. Life just isn’t that clean and tidy.

As I remove the preverbal object from my wound, I look in wonderment that this fleshy place I call “me” had so many things which are working in harmony at all times before this moment. When one part of the machine broke down, I was heightened to that awareness. I hope to maintain some amount of neutral understanding of this through the times of harmony. But I too understand that if uncertainty and the element of surprise “is perfectly acceptable, it turns into increased aliveness, alertness and creativity.”

Image Credits to: “Abstract Ghost Figure No. 1”

Acceptance, Acceptance, Acceptance

What better variable in life to teach us the ultimate understanding of acceptance than the weather? The ominous thunderclouds looming over a Nebraska prairie. A mountainous snow melt in the spring, leaving thawing rocks and and loose land hovering heavily overhead. (Giving anyone living or traveling below them a strangely eerie/borderline claustrophobic feeling.)
Winter in Wisconsin. Initial weeks and the picturesque snowy landscape bring giddy children begging to go make the first snow man on the block. (Parents can even be witnessed participating with sincere excitement.) This year will be a white Christmas! And then, and then, and then. Months pass and bitterly cold days continue. Wait, did he just say possibility of snow on Thursday!? How can this be? we are late-April already! 
Weather is truly the most obvious signal of human’s ability to tolerate (or very much become intolerant of) that which it -still- has no control over. 
Though our societies are built upon human laws defying what even seem like the natural laws of gravity and other “constants.” Ultimately it is our sense of non-control that shows the starkest inability to accept what is uncontrollable to us as a society or as individuals. That which is beyond even our most thorough planning/predictions footnotes, appendices, etc.
~A subtle sensation on the nape of our neck. It tingles at first. The feeling transforms, getting bolder, and transpires onto a full-blown unbearable itch. Reaching to relieve the area, we realize it was a phantom sensation all along. At closer inspection, the irritation all began at the seed of understanding.
We have no control
Not over the weather, not over the upcoming vacation plans, not over the next moment our lungs will receive or exhale air. That tickle is- 
The tickle is a farce 
We have no control
We do not know what is next
We need not scratch at it
What a tremendous relief 

Super Powers / Super Egos

Philip Kirkland // “The id and the Superego”

Super Powers / Super Egos
Act 2
There is a wolf at the door.
My shaky hand, reaches, grasping for the lock, the gut wrenchingly close momentary lapse of motor skills, shake, turn, rattle. It is too late. The barrier is flung open. In horror, peering hopelessly in the darkness towards the trespasser… staring back… it is me.
Act 1
After the givers of the land populated the Earth and self-regulated borders not much unlike those of wolves and other territorial species. The “pack” needed to maintain a balance with the ecosystem in order to ensure survival. And then something interesting happened – the human began to think of extending survival peripherals of territories by way of preserving food energies. The transition to “takers” was almost seamless. Domesticating the Earth as well as many beings upon it for our exciting manifest “destiny.” And the game: it did work! As we grew and grew, and grew across the planet as a species, we showed much resilience that shared by very few other species before us in the face of natural disasters and those created by our own hands. 
And so these human Earthlings defined their current era as the 21st century. In it, the discoveries outwardly were immeasurable. Conquering most elements which should have decimated us long before. And the ever-pessimist self proclaimed “realist” lurks in the shadows for the day it catches up with us. And maybe they are right. Maybe the human race is set for a self destruction of its own doing, or of the living organism of Mother Earth’s doing. Probably. 
But what if it is not all lost? If indeed the system of this reproductive planet on which we inhabit; what if the fruits it barred were designed for a higher order? That each successive paradigm shift in evolution, jumped to a higher design on purpose, even if it meant the eventual self-destruction of the whole. After all, each system of life within this Universe is an energy cycle that will see a birth, an orgasmic climax, and an eventual complete destruction. What if we were members of a collective inter-species dance and our species simply forgot the Universal language, but yet was so close to rediscovery (cramming for the final) until our eventual vaporization?  
If for a moment we entertained the thought that planetary implosion was not in fact a “bad” label, might we understand that the stage on which we play our roles are really just for practice and ultimately for entertainment? And to humor the analogy further, might we be able to laugh, grin, and gasp a sense of relief until the curtains draw down. The actors who have perished in the final scenes all have sauntered out from back stage to deliver their bow of appreciation for this game of actor and audience and our respective roles. Whew, It was all just a play after all. 
Act 3
And now when we look out the door with expectancy of witnessing the wolf, our own reflection startles us. Those world “leaders” sent as a “majority agreement” to act upon a collective will of higher good are showing us the third act. Where the honeymoon is over and their true colors come forward as the story certainly must progress to keep us at the edge of our seats, right? But what if the audience was out of line? What if it is WE who are forgetting our role in this grand facade? Maybe we took it too serious. We started wearing convincing expressions of distress for how this play will shape in the end. Is it not US who are breaking the rules of agreement of participation? 
In order to truly interact with these phenomenal actors, we must play our respective roles. Though the “relief” we might be hoping for in the show may not come soon enough (or perhaps at all) it is our duty to maintain the “calm” of the collective. To reject the “reality” of what the actors hope to inflict upon us. For after all, the entire dance of this show relies on a steady balance between us all. And the ultimate understanding that this is all just a show.