A presentation only. I just joined this group. Please excuse the Australian spelling, grammar, colloquialisms and pidgin, as well as my cryptically flippant succinctness. Just sharing my feelings. Like you, I just want to be happy. And we are one.
When we are little we are induced with beliefs. That which could inspire us or deflate us.
Then we have our experiences. Which could limit or uplift us.
Through experience we gain knowledge and we can modify our beliefs.
Either way we add to our knowledge base, potentially limiting or inspiring. We seek new experiences because of that knowledge.
When knowledge is applied appropriately, with love, for the good of all, that is wisdom.
Accumulated knowledge is merely a lot of knowledge. Like expression is naught without reception, knowledge requires appropriate application.
That four-stroke model path is bi-tactic. The current flows both ways. The construct is a base for localised consciousness. Like Mother Earth is the base for our organic being. Both awareness and body evolve, grow. The vibration of 4 is key to the corporeal construct and the localised aspect of consciousness.
Indigenous Wisdom tells me that there has been a lot of love on this planet.
There is more love to come.
Indigenous Wisdom acts to natural law.
Do I believe “Indigenous Wisdom” is really accessible to the modern world?
It already is for some. Integration of it however, within the modern world, poses its various challenges. Tell your stories. Plant the seeds. Then it will be accessible to more. The more endeavouring to seek ways to implement the better. Enacting for ourselves, the application of knowledge with love. We would arrive somewhere post-modern. Now that word had me stumped!
Encourage the development of the full range of sense-abilities in your children. A lot are awake. Some half awake and distracted. Present them with the stories. We are but guides who in turn learn from the children as they guide us. Obviously when adults are interested, share with them too.
It’s about respect for everything, the heart, ‘mindfulness’, harmonics, sound, colour, diet and respect itself. And all those other related things that you know.
When we get the big shift it still may be a bit like fetch wood, chop water. Splashing water sounds like fun eh!
Our sense of industry will change. Business; the art of being busy with what we love. Currency; Love.
That will be what survives the new harmonic. A Gracious Productivity.
I look forward to each day that I can share with some kids, or anybody really, “oh, the human race? Did they forget to tell you? You are the human Grace! They hid that Geee for a long time! So it’s in your heart, that fella. Use him all the time.”
We came here to enjoy. For us mob, learning to enjoy the challenge.
Respect to the people who applied the word technology to matters of the heart and pineal that have been enacted for so long. Different cultures, different words, different symbols and stories. Same but different. The level of understanding how to articulate what’s going on, increases, with both the increased sophistication of the studies of the phenomena, and the applied language.
The challenge is the same. Getting the word out there.
In small tribal groups there was contact. The development of high levels of anonymity in the larger groups of modern society presents its own challenges. Seems to me that arresting the education system a key. Amongst many. Can ‘we’ withstand the shock of that? Do ‘we’ have the resources? It shouldn’t be up to rhetoric, but to common sense. The internet assists. There are copious movements afoot. It’s all sort of simultaneous to me.
We contribute possibly to ‘it’ being done for us. Actually that should be re-stated as, we are co-creators.
Humans are ‘Indigenous’ to this universe. What we evolve to? – I’m open.
What can we do now? Each, our own contribution.
Anyone wishing to discuss the scaffolding of the full range of sense-abilities as a humanities approach ‘program’ in early childcare through to late teens, I’m on Skype. It’s easier for me. My writing speed is somewhere behind the eight ball. Infinity fella.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks for sharing all your stuff. I haven’t read it yet, but I will.
Voila. Cet tout.