Peace Out

Just passing through.

We all enter the stage as Shakespeare suggests and after a moment in its light, we exit.

Every sentient being, aware or not yet awake, comes together in a place, in a time for some reason or a motivation where reason makes no play. We guess. We define our consciousness by the words we have to define them, and wonder all the while of what cannot be seen or experienced from where we stand. Feeling, we make up words to say to others and to ourselves to express what we sense, but don’t know. We can’t touch, or weigh or save these wisps of thoughts concretely. These fragile thoughts are moments and the better defined as etherial, magical, invisible.

Where do we go when we leave our mortal frame? Do we go? Are we taken, or do we surrender, release or some other descriptor? We nevertheless are gone from existence in the way we understand. People die. All that lives has an end. The continuation of life, the cycles of death and renewal the miracles are the bread and butter of religions that grew from the innate nature of nature itself to know. Basic to all our woes and our solutions too, knowledge. The delicious fruit offered by the tempting snake.

Peace out, in its whole and parts will be a collection of essays that try to convey an experience of mine around loss or meditative thoughts about death and the process of dying.

We are all experts in this subject. It’s an area of living we may not talk about often or find too painful. The subjects of horror films, zombie stories, ghost stories to shock for fun. We love all that, but don’t call it reality. My stories will be from real moments experienced or thoughts shared by trusted acquaintances and friends.

In the 1960’s there was interest in all things not physical. ESP. Fortune telling. Pyramid power. What we often think of in the United States when we do think of the unseen today is the conjure of witches, flying dragons and demons doing the bidding through spells and other rules of netherworld behavior. There’s time travel which boarders on spiritual and drifts to science fiction. The reality begs for observation. There is more to gain from insights other than control of the forces for good or evil on the material plane in a storybook tale. We can deepen our relationship with ourselves and the world in which we live in sometimes small and hard to see gestures rather than sweeping time travel.

Peace out will go where it will. I have no exact expectations in this group of essays other than I will attempt to be honest and share.

My personal fears are on the line with what I’ll write in Peace Out. Maybe it’s a social fear or educational in nature or of our culture. Statements of communication through thought, instinct or other understanding can garner accusations of crazy, insane. That is a kind of internal sentence for me since my family was in medicine, my father a well respected psychiatrist. His keen interest in the mystical is evident only in the books I found in his library or were given along these subjects, but it was there in healthy measure as not to be dismissed by the giver, a tower of a mind of science either.

Extra sensory perception, ESP, known as the sixth sense, a poster child of a conspiracy flashpoint the 60’s was one more hint at the opening of thoughts of the times. A challenge for me to more fully discover the mind body connection as my father was in exploring in treatments for the chronically ill.

Like the physical world before and during exploration, ships were lost, some landed in unexpected places. Over time we learned the contours of land, water, weather and more. Charting the unseen thought, where only the mind can go, roaming to places the body can never reside. The exploration is real although done in the most refined way, without our physical selves.

Connection, the connective tissues, the unseen made palpable is fairly easy to point to. Observable in nature is the cooperation of bees, the protection of being a bumblebee quail in a herd as the call for assembly is made. Migration of species over generations. All seen phenomena along with the cyclic nature of the natural world. Where and how do we fit? I find a place of quiet and wonder. When we are slowed by disease or a loved ones demise we are more eager to listen and understand. So we start with the most difficult times of our lives to understand who we are under all the icing. Where we came from, really and where we go in the end.

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