I AM A HAMSTER RUNNING IN MY WHEEL

WHO AM I?

     I am SO busy! I have two day-planners. I make notes of my notes so I make sure I don’t forget to do something.

     Each day I double-check on each of my personal agenda items.

     I send emails.

     I make phone calls.

     I note the emails on the proper logs.

     I save the digital files noting my note.

     Then I sip my water bottle.

     Then I push the wheel a bit more. That’s my very important job! Pushing this wheel. It won’t go around without me running on it.

     Gotta double check the bank accounts.

     I use bookkeeping software so I can follow my accounts.

     So I run on my wheel.

WHY AM I HERE?

Do I run on the wheel BECAUSE I have the wheel or do I have the wheel because I feel so ANXIOUS?

I feel late.

     It’s January. Taxes are due in April. Don’t wanna be late. Don’t wanna be penalized. Tax returns were connected to everything in our lives. Taxes are the big country-sized wheel around which all my paperwork and book keeping revolves and which keeps our country going! It’s patriotic. I wear Red, White and Blue and I drink Tea and have my own Tea Party!

     We all have our little wheels that feed into the big wheel – without our taxes the country doesn’t have any money to buy bombs to blow sand up in the desert, buy scanners to see my underwear at the airport, or other patriotic things – like scanning my e-mails.

I just checked my planner, and apparently I must to shred my 10 year old tax returns so no one can steal my identity. I got the box out of the garage where I keep 10-years of tax returns neatly boxed and in numerical order on wire shelves. Not too, OCD, eh? Patriotic!

     Geez, I remember all the details of those returns. I’m a little sad have to shred them, but that’s my job today, gotta push my wheel around. Make room for a new box of receipts.

     Then I sip my water bottle.

     Maybe I could hook my shredder to my wheel. That’d be cool!

WHAT DO I WANT?

     This wheel needs a little oiling, it’s squeaky. ‘course I can’t take a day off to oil it because I’m so busy.

     When I worked for a corporation – a very BIG corporation - I had a very big wheel I had to turn. It really wasn’t MY wheel – it was one of the Corporate wheels. I had projects I had to do each and every day. I had to move my part of the Corporate wheel. There were lots of divisions. Lots of big Hamsters in Big wheels running, running and running!

     That’s good. Corporate Taxes are what keeps our country strong! Bigger wheels moving bigger wheels! I can almost hear the corporate squeaking going on everywhere across our great land. Very Patriotic. 

     Somebody told me that 26 of the biggest companies don’t PAY taxes.

     Wait! What?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/02/25/corporation-tax-rate_n_4855763.html

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THE WIND FROM THE FUTURE

WHO AM I?

     I am the wind from the future. I bring visceral fear. You fear that you will not be able to breathe. I fill your eyes with dust and you cannot see. I blow over the unknown. I blow over your future. I push you and whip you - you cannot get away from me. I swirl around the refuse of the future: the burnt out cars yet to be blown up by suicide teenage girl bombers, the bombed-out buildings that today you call “home”, the charred sandal that now clings to your dainty cousin’s foot, and the rotting goat whose slit-eyes calmly watch you just outside. I fill your mouth with the dust of the things you will do. The dust of your wasted tomorrows fills your eyes so you cannot clearly see today. The wind from the future blinds you.

I am unstoppable. You cannot stop your future. I bring confusion. Who is your enemy? Who is your friend? Who is that moving just over there? What is that smell? Is that the terrible smell of death? After the immediate explosion and the smell of burning fuel and flesh, and the cries of anguish, the smell of death is the smell of your future. Even if you are not in combat, you too will die.

WHY AM I HERE?

     Time and the calendar are on their way from the Solstice to the Equinox or vice versa. The warmth of the tropics blows north across the wet jungles. The polar vortexes dive southward across the forests and prairies. The wind of the future makes rain and flooding where the warm and the cold meet. The days grow longer. They can’t agree, these polarized forces. They come after one another, spawning storms which rage across the waters and drive across the land. And, in our governments around the earth, polarized forces rage as well as if presumptions and policies are the stuff of soul weather.

Typhoons in the soul blow apart our villages and toss around our life boats. What life? We drown in the great waves hopelessness and anger but try to hold the children aloft so the wind of the future does not drown them, too. They have so much future within them.

Forest and brush fires take the drought stricken areas and burn. We flee and leave the artifacts of our past. And then we mourn the fact that after the tragedy: bombing, fire, or flood; we have nothing to prove we were ever really there.

The past – the history of countries shows there is no ultimate balancing of forces, no peaceful future upon which we can rely. Season after season the storms are spawned, genocide after genocide one tribe/gang/party kills another, Church bombing after Church bombing nothing is sacred enough. There is always the lone killer.

WHAT DO I WANT?

The warmth and the cold, the wet and the dry, the fire and the ice comprise a whole. The wind from the future blows over them all.

And mankind too is varied: the good and bad, strong and weak, violent and peaceful, independent and enslaved, rich and poor; and the wind from the future blows over them all.

One future is fixed by its nature: plant, rock, water, fire. And it exists within time, the forces of weather and the Sun and Moon. Man cannot control these forces.

Each man can only control himself. And because we do not live alone and are isolated, we create a mutual destiny which will blow back and consume us all.

The wind of the future blows over us all.

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THE GIVER THE GIFT

WHO AM I?

     I am the giver.

     Is a gift a gift if you expect it?

If it’s some sort of “payback” then it’s not a gift, but an exchange. If you did something for me and now you expect me to give you a gift in return, is that a gift? If I expect because I’m your kid, or your dad, then it’s not “gift” giving, but “exchanging presents”. Not a gift.

When you are totally amazed and shocked and surprised by receiving something – when it is absolutely unexpected - then you have received a TRUE gift. And what the thing is that is given doesn’t make any difference because what is given is the giver.

Out of Thoughtfulness into form. It’s the fact that the giver has thought enough about you that they somehow got the gift and gave it to you in whatever form or fashion it needed to come to be appropriate. Big, small, crude, exquisite, costly, inexpensive, physical or spiritual.

WHAT DO I WANT?

Who is worthy to receive the totally amazing and totally shocking and absolutely surprising gift?

You are!

Why would you say that you don’t deserve such a thing?

You say you don’t deserve such a thing because it has never happened, yet?

Oh, yes it did.

You were born, weren’t you?

Everyone of us who has been born, has been born into a world of total surprise. You had no expectations. You were given the whole world when you were born. You were absolutely worthy of such a gift for no special reason other than you were born.

And now, here you are, and what has changed? Nothing. You were worthy then, you’re worthy now. You are the RECEIVER of the gift. Still the perfect receiver. The perfect receiver perfectly matches the giver. Perfectly.

WHY AM I HERE?

     Why is the perfect receiver here?

     So the giver may arise.

     What is the gift that the giver actually gives you?

     What is ANY genuine gift which you have ever given, really? You. The giver. You have given yourself.

     What is any genuine gift you have ever received? The giver. They gave themselves to you.

You are the gift which another giver has given and we have received those gifts which that other gives us. Only through living our lives do we understand what we have been given and what we receive.

     Surprised? Just ask and you shall receive.

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