The Evolution Of Philosophy

The first philosopher chose to keep being an evolution of himself.

Loosing faith in an old belief and adapting a new more workable one.

Plato’s God opened up humanity for another thousand years.

And Aristotle postponed the science that his teacher had awoken.

And what of the pursuit of pleasure and avoidance of pain?

And the many schools of thought that arrived in the world.

And what of the many worlds: Rome, China, Africa, South America, the New World.

As time passed and the population grew, so did philosophy.

Today there are philosophies from every age.

How can one embrace these ideas and use them wisely?

Many will not say, or express their state of mind, or trust the voices of the past.

But to build a practice and put it to good use is still a good place to start.

The ‘philosopher’s stone’, most likely a myth, may make a good metaphor.

Change bad habits into good ones.

Do this while learning about philosophy and applying the workable ideas that best improve or make a good life.

Perhaps an honest contribution along the journey will pay it forward.

We Are All Explorers

Unity starts when you free yourself from your hatred, fears, and running from a state of mind.

Can you learn to start your exploration from home?

Can you bring your focus closer to home?

Inner peace is important, begin to face yourself before it is too late.

You are not alone, you may make friends with fellow explorers.

Conscious

Or not, how often do you change the subject when you don’t feel like talking about something or doing something?

How often are you conscious of stopping yourself from doing something?

How well do you know yourself?

Consciousness is just the tip of the iceberg.

Most of the body runs unconscious or autopilot.

When is autopilot dangerous to use?

Being aware is not always possible.

To practice consciously making choices and decisions will improve the habit of making it a practice.

Think about consciousness and how you need to use yours in a healthy way.

What is your prime directive?

Are you aware of having one, and if so, is it worth having it?

Mike’s Book Recommendation

Who Knew?

Are you from the Island or do you want to come and visit?

In either case, you would benefit by reading “The Haunting On Vancouver Island” by Shanon Sinn.

The Haunting of Vancouver Island: Supernatural Encounters with the Other Side by Shanon Sinn (goodreads.com)

Loveable Myths

Healers are people who claim they can cure medical conditions.

Or, people who are clairvoyant, magical and are able to turn invisable.

Saints who look like sinners or vice versa.

The gift or miracle that help the community.

Or a kind of enlightenment, an unexplained feeling of Joy or bliss, an intuition that comes true.

Synchronicity, a meaningful experience.

Deja Vu? The unexplained, a kind of positive way of thinking about harm.

Thinking about love is truly a form or central element in wisdom.

And there must be some love expressed in all these kinds of myths or beliefs.

Perhaps, love can be expressed in many ways, some that seem unreasonable or appear unbelieveable.

Sometime the love is more true than the belief but the myth can carry the love to the people who believe in the myth.

Dancing with words…

Death Is Really Easy To Count

“Nothing! Count that as your experience of death.”

“Nope, maybe, death is like a snow storm, how can you count that!”

“I’m not going to humor you with, hallucinations! I’m going to die like everybody else.”

“Okay, but can’t you stop quantifying and just relate to an experience. Like a snow storm, then falling asleep in the storm and everything fades to white.”

“Nope, it’s nothing like that, or if it is, it’s like fractals. It’s like the answer a fully functional quantum computer will give you. Just input, how much is a death? Zero? One? All?”

“I think this problem needs more study.”

“You think?!”

A Shower By Any Other Name

Why don’t I want to write my blog, right now?

Because, while I’m taking a shower, I’m not to think or do anything.

I do want to use my creative powers to say what, I wonder?

That I am now out of my ‘stress reliever’ and I may as well continue by expressing a few creative thoughts.

I see a young woman, sleeping, no, listening to me write about my vision.

Now, I see a young man, reading a book.

Maybe, I need to write a line about my shower.

It is cool, or lukewarm about 15.6 to 19.4 Celsius and 1 to 2 hours before my usual bedtime.

I’ll need to say more about popping into bed.

I’m wondering if my ‘stress reliever’ takes other forms?

Perhaps, I need to listen to a radio show or read a good book?

I’ve actually heard that a tablespoon of raw honey is good before bed.

All this culminating in a blissful sleep when I’ve published this little philosophical nonsense before going to bed.

My evening routine is meant to promote good health and a healthy routine to decompress after a day at work.

A voyage into lucid dreams to cap off what I like to call time well spent.

Pleasant dreams…

The Odyssey Of Dido

Ah, but the sorrow, melancholy and pain that life can present a woman of means and opportunity.

Her beauty speaks of the stoic, but her emotive is just such a sojourn of grief and loss.

The talent will bring success and therefore opportunity.

And the accomplishments that only fame deserve.

Her ship sails idly around the world to find a safe port.

Yet, all evades a life that is held captive in a willing prelude to despair.

Freedom can not be rented for anyone.

A life can gain fortune and fame without love.

Think of hate to understand these powerfully negative emotions, but don’t act on them to gain fame and fortune.

Dido is clearly being held hostage with an existential guilt for all her talent and oppertunity.

Yet, she serves as a warning to all men and women, “Don’t sail these rough seas, many a shipwreck you may see.”