It is long time after I usually blog. It is already past 1:30. The Morning was kind of a blur. I haven't even done my dishes yet. I am not sure how it was different or where the time went. I am not ready to get back to my Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule; maybe in August.
I have had a few ideas floating around. One is, I am not sure I should discuss the collapsing world. It is fascinating to me and it is very interesting to contrast it with past empire collapses. It is similar, yet unique. Yet, I don't personally know very many of the people who read my blog. None of this creates a response of fear in me; but others?
We are engaged in a war between fear and love; both collectively and individually. We can't afford to waste time in the indulgence of fear. When I talk about the economy collapsing, I see it as a necessary event, to make possible, a better one to come. So I am uplifted by it; but heh, I am sitting on my own 20 acres. I have chickens, sheep and a garden. I owe next to nothing and I have a Social Security and a pension check coming in every month. Except for the fact that I am too old to do much, I don't think anything bad could happen to us.
An economic collapse could mean frightening things to many folks. All that I can say is, if it happens, I believe it will be gentle. The consciousness of the people has risen. We won't let people suffer as they have in the past.
I don't want to blog anything that would add to the fear level. We need to see fear as a fake! A false flag if you will. Fear is a manipulation that appeals to a barricaded ego. It only exist as long as we give it energy.
Speaking of fear. I see people around me trying to hold off aging as if it is an enemy. I, also, see people succumbing to age, before age does it for them. How come our culture does so little to prepare us for the inevitable? Are we afraid of aging? Do we deplore old people? I don't think the last is true, at least not where I live. I think us old folks are a large part of this community.
And death; why are we so afraid of something everybody does? Where does the old feeling go of, "If other people can do it, so can I." Everybody dies, is a statement, that is both reassuring and scary.
We get used to death either gradually or via sudden experiences. I had a panic attack, when in my thirties. I experienced life as jumping off a tall building. The ground was coming up at me, as surely, in each case. The difference was only time. It was frightening, but it, also was healing. My fear of death diminished and continued to diminish. If you asked me, "Are you afraid of death now?" I would say, "I don't think so." Then I am not dying; well only gradually.
One of my beautiful grandchildren was having nightmares about death I wrote him and said:
Dear Grandson,
I heard you were having bad dreams about death. I remember having bad dreams. It is a good thing bad dreams aren't real.
Death isn't real either. You can't die. You are not your body. You are spirit and you live forever.
Your body is like a suit of clothes that you take off when you are done with them; but only when you are done with them.
You know how it feels, sometimes when you shed your clothes, how free it feels. That is the way people feel when they die. They are tired of their body and they want to go on to a new life.
When we die we go to a place where we can rest up and plan a new life. Some people call it nirvana, some people call it heaven. It is a place where we remember who we really are. It is a place of love and peace where we can plan our next adventure.
There is nothing scary about death. It doesn't really exist. I should know, I am getting old enough, I can see into both worlds. It is great. Everything is a great adventure!
Love and Sweet Dreams, Grandpa
Love and Peace, Gregg
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