Another 13

Another 13 - Quareness Series 205th "Lecture".

The times they are a-changin' -

High Rise Hell.

Anonymous blocks of corporate funded residences

Increasingly blighting the skyline of neighbourhoods

Rise up despite persistent and popular local objection,

Earmarking every free space for temporary occupation.

Like captive zoo animals locked in electronic cages

Many might be contracted to limited "green spaces"

Continuously owing our souls to the company store,

Where "rootless" development goes ahead anyway.

Myopic Thinking.

Where myopic thinking rampages today

With a logic that's clear, so it seems,

All chaos must be made to move away

And this end to justify any means.

But when worldly endeavours get to go shrinking

Our diverse and true human condition,

We may urgently need some serious rethinking

On that globalist resetting ambition.

Would not mankind be free and not fated

With renewal offsetting decline,

And revived imperial mindsets frustrated

As our spirits and nature align?

Every tide that recedes comes back in again

Regardless of any doomsday forewarnings,

And the promise He gave cannot be forsaken

When each twilight leads on to new dawnings.

Dreaming.

Laying in bed not counting the sheep

Starting to dream I drift off to sleep

Trusting in God my soul to keep.

When dreaming I feel that whatever I do

And whatever I say must always be true

Vividly reflecting what's hidden from view.

Though some nights I might stay awake until dawn

Like the silvery moon sometimes does for the sun

I still get to dreaming 'fore the Sandman has come.

Some say each age is a dream that is dying

Or one that is coming to birth,

But either way quite large enough enframing

For the dreaming of our souls.

Algorithms.

When this complex life and chaotic nature

Is being simplified into rudimentary algorithms,

Our being vibrant and alive can quite readily

Transform into bland and sterile existence,

And for this very reason we must be wary

Of any trend to create a sanitized "reality"

With everything thus transcribed.

Seems this modern "scientism" religion views most of humanity

As irrationally prone to a great variety of cognitive blind spots,

Citing its own "evidence" in blandly assuming a pivotal role

As the arbiter of all truth, relegating the rest of us to live

As children requiring "responsible adults" to guide us.

For sure science without wisdom, a heart or a soul

Is potentially prone to doing more harm than good,

If it remains an abstract concept of trust in experts

Rather than what each of us can make sense of.

The Digital Basket.

See all of those eggs in one basket,

Web watching ides of incrimination,

Falsely denigrating competence

And promoting discrimination.

See fast tracking patent piracy

Flush with lego-land medication,

All shot through transfectionally

And mad about misinformation.

See all that anti-social disparity

Rationalising for the greater good,

Shutting down our mental immunity,

Stealthily changing how people could...

Think a new operating experiment

For all those enemies of believing

Would excise any human element,

Undermining the purpose of living.

MSM Undone.

Censoring and refusing to listen

Credibility gets to lie in tatters,

And the harder we squeeze

The more stuff squirts out,

With the wheels coming off.

Lamenting in astonishment that

We used to own the news and

We owned the facts as well,

We can hardly appreciate

An oncoming derailment.

The old way with little counterbalancing

Still sees its news media as speaking

At you and you not speaking back,

All insiders linking to each other

Within a system set up for it.

But pushing for approved narratives

May no longer fit or pay the bill, as

Those they presume to narrate to

Now increasingly get to push back,

No longer bound by publication vector.

Under a "sponsored propaganda" model

With special interests funding a media

Reporting issues in preordained mode,

Sees any objective narrating undone

And "it's news when I say so" done.

Mass media is finished with thinking

The masses can't handle the truth,

For in truth media is being reborn

From the ashes of the old order

As the proles have "had enough".

Ends and Means.

Behold “the ends justify the means” -

Here may lie the train tracks to tyranny

In getting good people to do bad things,

Hardly a playbook with a history of success.

Crime, immigration, pandemics, hate speech,

All may lie in creating a bigger emergency,

And if made awful enough can come to

The unthinkable becoming popular.

Getting people to give their liberty away lies

In where they like the outcome of doing so,

And the first use of the newfound powers

Being directed at those they dislike.

It's that old and time honoured approach

Peopled with frightened, threatened folk

Giving up on their rights, to buy safety,

And with the new protectors attacking

The enemy and entrenching themselves,

'Fore turning on those who elevated them.

1-3-5.

The first is uniquely noted

With the third too...unique,

As is the fifth filling a triad.

And with each note on its own

Yielding frequency vibration,

Uniqueness is honoured.

Then hearing two or three together

We can feel collective sound stability,

Subtly anchored in harmonic resonance.

And as with all there is, mutually attuned,

Revealing a pervasive underlying harmony,

The unique and the universal sound together.

Why I Write.

I write so I might find

Those words to get behind

What feeds my fevered mind.

I write so I get to say

Whatever I've yet to say

And in my own peculiar way.

I write because even quare stuff

Might uncover even rare stuff

And even this seems reason enough.

And I write as if compelled

To discover why I'm impelled

To reconcile why I've rebelled.

3 Pillars.

In a dream one time I saw people...

watching, listening and hearing,

seeking, searching and finding,

asking, waiting and receiving;

And I saw faith, hope and charity

in the father, son and holy ghost,

source, action and result;

And 3 pillars of our human experience...

observer, observing and observed.

Aggrievement Culture.

When all of those anti-social actors are heroes

And society must shift to accommodate them

Birthing a runaway process robbed of reason,

We may get to see ouroboros self-annihilating.

Whenever such anti-social assault is seen as virtuous

Amid absurdist empathising with contrived feelings

Which must at all costs be socially accommodated,

We may regret the colicky squalling of crybullies.

Wherever histrionic demands go waxing ever upward

And spiralling out-of-control on emotional instability

We see professed marginalising mistaken for status,

The inevitable outcome of an aggrievement culture.

Mistaking such grievance for quality of character

Can undermine substantive morality and beauty,

When what we reward is what we'll produce

In succumbing to externalised identity.

Herd Immunity.

A culture of addiction to consumerism

Programmed by fearful propaganda,

Feeds on unending submission.

Any deep hollowing out of society

Creating a state of dependency,

Seeds the dole and the dealer.

For sure most of us would prefer to live

In a sane society, rather than a madness

Prolifically bannered with scolding slogans.

And on the battlefield of our autobiographical memories

We could regain herd immunity to this mind virus,

Recognising bullspit as a bad investment.

Alignment.

Life itself is always in movement

And we align our own life force thus

By always looking for the flow within us.

And when we're stuck and can hardly move

Such mutual resonance will light our way

And thereby bring ourselves around.

Seeing everything in life as a teaching

Makes for a living breathing process

Shifting our attention from suffering.

And in alignment of our energy with life itself

We can see the give-and-take relationship

With the infinite source of everything.

Sean.

Dean of Quareness.

May, 2024.